Page 34 of Saint’s Revenge

"Can I?" I ask against her skin.

"Yes." Her voice is breathless. "God, yes."

I unhook the bra, slide it off her shoulders and down her arms. Set it aside. She's beautiful. Soft curves, full breasts, skin that's pale except for the bruising. She's watching me watch her, something vulnerable in her expression.

"You're perfect," I tell her. Mean it completely.

"I'm not…"

"You are." I lean down, press a kiss to the valley between her breasts. "You're perfect, Riley. Always have been."

I kiss my way across her chest. Take one nipple into my mouth, suck hard enough to make her gasp. She's writhing beneath me, fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.

I work her over with my mouth and hands, drawing sounds from her throat that go straight to my throbbing cock. I alternate between her breasts, biting and sucking until she's panting.

My hand slides down her stomach. Finds the waistband of her sweatpants.

"Can I?" I ask again.

"Please." She's panting now. "Please, Lucas. I need you!"

I hook my fingers into the waistband. Pull down, taking her underwear with them. She lifts her hips to help despite the obvious discomfort, and then she's naked except for the bandages around her ribs. I'm still in my briefs, and we're both breathing hard.

I settle between her thighs. Press kisses to her hip bones. Her inner thighs. Getting closer to where she needs me but not there yet.

"Lucas, please…" Her voice is strained.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" I kiss the crease where her thigh meets her body. "I was going to confess first. Had a whole thing planned in my head. And you didn't even give me a chance."

She lets out a breathless laugh. "Then you better not fall asleep for two days next time."

"Deal." I lean down and lick a stripe up her center.

She cries out, her hips bucking off the bed. I hold her down with one hand splayed across her lower stomach, mindful of her ribs but firm enough to keep her in place.

"Fuck," she gasps. "So good!"

I do it again. Tongue going up and down, tasting her. She's so fucking wet, and she tastes incredible, sweet, salty and purely Riley. I can't get enough.

I circle my tongue around her clit, not quite touching it yet. She whimpers, her hand fisting in my hair, trying to guide me where she wants me.

"Please," she begs. "Please, Lucas—"

I suck her clit into my mouth and she practically screams. Her thighs try to close around my head but I keep them spread with my hands. Work her over with my tongue—circling, sucking, licking—giving her every fucking thing she deserves.

She tastes so goddamn good I can't stop. Don't want to stop. Want to stay here between her thighs until she's coming apart over and over.

Her moans get louder. Her grip on the sheets tightens until her knuckles go white. I slide two fingers inside her while my mouth stays on her clit, and she bucks against my face.

"Lucas—I'm—fuck—I'm going to—"

I double down. Fingers curling inside her, tongue working her clit relentlessly. She's clenching around my fingers, her whole body tense and trembling.

Then she comes with my name on her lips. I feel her pulse around my fingers, feel her thighs shake on either side of my head. I work her through it, not letting up until she's pushing at my head, oversensitive and gasping.

I pull back, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and look up at her. She's sprawled across my bed, chest heaving, eyes glazed with pleasure. Her hair is a mess, her lips are swollen, and she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"Come here, please!" she begs.