Page 29 of Saint's Preciosa
Angel and Sophie both cover their mouths to hide their snickers.
Saint flashes me a grin so heated it dampens my panties as he holds out his hand to me. "I came to collect my ol' lady. If she’s had her fill of socializing for the day, that is.”
I place my hand in his, allowing him to pull me to my feet.
"Don't wait up," Saint adds, his meaning unmistakable.
Sophie and Angel exchange knowing looks that make my cheeks burn.
Before I can say anything, his mouth captures mine in a kiss that's clearly meant to show everyone I’m his. His hand cups the back of my neck, holding me steady as tongue darts into my mouth, moving against mine with confident possession.
When he finally releases me, I'm breathless, my legs wobbly. Angel and Sophie are grinning from ear to ear.
"Have fun," Angel calls cheerfully as Saint leads me toward the stairs that lead to the residential wing.
“Take good care of our Luna,” Sophie adds with a laugh.
Saint's room—our room, as I've come to think of it—is exactly as we left it this morning. The bed is still unmade, my few belongings mixed with his on the dresser. It feels intimate, this sharing of space, more so than the nights I've spent curled against him, his body a solid wall of warmth against my back.
He closes the door behind us, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet room. When he turns to face me, the hunger in his eyes makes my breath catch.
"I've been waiting all day to get you alone," he says, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.
"You have me alone every night," I remind him, though we both know those nights have been spent in chaste embraces, his restraint evident in the tension that radiates from his body until he falls asleep.
His hand cups my cheek, thumb brushing my lower lip in a gesture that's become familiar. "Do you know what it does to me, sleeping next to you every night? Feeling your body against mine but not touching you the way I want to?"
My heart hammers against my ribs. "How do you want to touch me?"
The question hangs in the air between us, an invitation.
"Let me show you," he whispers, bending to capture my lips again.
This kiss is different from the one downstairs—slower, deeper, more deliberate. His hands slide down my sides to grip my hips, pulling me hard against his erection.
“Javier,” I gasp as his mouth travels from my lips to my jaw, then down the column of my throat.
"Say it again," he demands against my skin. "Say my name."
“Javier,” I obey, my hands clutching his shoulders for support as my knees threaten to give way.
He walks me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed. With gentle pressure, he urges me to sit, then kneels before me—this powerful man kneels.
“Tonight, I’m going to fuck you, to make love to you, preciosa," he says, his hands resting on my thighs. “I can’t wait any longer. I want you so bad I can barely stand it."
The desire in his eyes—it undoes me completely. "I want you too,” I whisper, the admission both terrifying and freeing.
A growl of satisfaction rumbles from his chest as he reaches for the hem of my shirt, lifting it slowly over my head. His eyes darken as they take in my lacy bra.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, his hands skimming up my sides to cup my breasts through the lace. "So fucking beautiful."
His touch is reverent as he unclasps my bra, sliding it down my arms to reveal my bare chest to his hungry gaze.
"Perfect," he breathes, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.
I cry out at the sensation, heat and pleasure shooting straight to my core. His tongue circles the sensitive bud while his hand attends to the other breast, fingers pinching and rolling my nipple until I'm squirming beneath his touch.
When he lifts his head, his eyes are nearly black with desire. "Lay back for me, preciosa."
