As the kissing deepened and his tongue pushed into my mouth, I turned and straddled his lap, resting my knees and legs on either side of his hips and straightening up to put my arms around his neck. His hands moved to my hips and around to my back. They were strong and firm—possessive in a way I’d never sensed from someone before. I felt sure of his touch in a way I’d never felt with a random hookup, and I realized I fucking loved it. Everything about the encounter was lighting my fire like I’d never imagined.
Saint moved his mouth down to kiss my jaw and neck, shifting just enough to remind me of the giant bulge in his jeans. I groaned without realizing it and brought a hand down his chest and torso to hover over his dick. I wanted so badly to touch it, but I was still nervous and unsure. What if this was all some kind of joke? What if I touched his cock and he beat the shit out of me for it?
Before I could lecture myself about overthinking things again, Saint put his hands back on my face and pulled back from kissing my neck. I snapped my eyes open when I realized he’d stopped.
“What?” I asked.
“If you’re not into this, please tell me now,” Saint said in a quiet voice. “It’s okay, Augie. I’ll just head out. You won’t hurt my feelings.”
Something about that didn’t sit right with me, but I didn’t take the time to figure out what it was.
“I’m into it, Saint. Jesus, can’t you tell I’m into it? What made you say that?”
“You left and went somewhere in your head. I get it. This has to be strange for you, but I don’t want to be any part of making you feel uncomfortable.”
I moved my hands up to his chest and ran a finger along the side of his Adam’s apple. Goose bumps raised behind my touch, and I looked back into his eyes. He seemed to be waiting patiently, and I wanted to kiss him for that.
“You don’t make me feel uncomfortable or strange,” I said. “You make me feel…” I swallowed and felt tears pricking in my eyes as I realized the truth. “You make me feel more normal than I’ve ever felt in my life… and that’s what’s strange.”
I couldn’t look at him, and part of me wanted to run and hide after admitting that to him. Instead, I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his chest and waited. I waited for him to laugh, for him to make fun of me. I waited for him to shove me off him and leave. I knew it was the judgment and bullying in my past that messed with my head in that moment, but it still felt real. Even though he’d never given me reason to expect it from him, rejection was still one of my biggest fears. In truth, I was waiting for him to come to his senses. There were so many things I waited for Saint to do, but he did none of those things.
Instead, he wrapped his arms tightly around me and stood up. Then that hot motherfucker carried me to my bedroom.
Chapter 24
Saint
If Augie had any idea how badly I wanted to fuck him, he probably would have burst into tears and called the police. My entire body was buzzing with the need to be inside him. I couldn’t remember ever wanting someone as much as I wanted him.
I’d been with all kinds of men in my life, but never had I been with one I felt so conflicted about. I wanted to fuck him, I wanted to take care of him, I wanted to lock him up in a tall tower and never let him out into the big bad world. There were other things too. I wanted to ask him more about his childhood, his work, why he was so easily spooked. I wanted to watch him sleep for fuck’s sake. And my newfound obsession with him was confusing the hell out of me.
But if there was one thing that Saint Wilde was good at, it was sex. Sex, I could do. Sex, I understood. So sex is what we would do.
As I carried him back to his room, I enjoyed squeezing his round ass cheeks through his pants. “God, your ass,” I grumbled against his ear. “I want to get these fucking pants off you.”
Augie was trembling in my arms before I dropped him down on his bed and leaned over the top of him. “Talk to me,” I said. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.”
His deer-caught-in-headlights look softened, and his mouth turned up in a small smile. “You’re hot as shit. Do people stop you in public just to tell you that?”