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"Youcan get that if you—"
He kept his mouth planted on my clit and slid a finger deep inside me, finding that vulnerable nerve. Stroking me. Teasing me. Sucking hard on my clit, letting his tongue play.
His phone trilled again and his brow furrowed, but he kept doing what he was doing. He clamped one big palm on my knee to keep my legs open and then slid another finger inside me. This time, as he worked both fingers and sucked on my clit, only pausing to change up the strokes with his tongue, I dove my hands into his hair, pulling him into me, grinding against his face. I screamed again, breaking apart in tiny little pieces. Oh dear God.
He lifted his head, still stroking me with that slow glide and retreat, letting me ride out my orgasm, coaxing more heat from me.
His phone trilled again, and this time he reached blindly and pulled it up to his face. Whatever he saw had him muttering under his breath. "Fuck. Goddamn it."
"Do you have to… Is something wrong?"
"Yes, something is wrong. And yes, I have to go, but I need one more from you before I do."
My eyes widened in alarm. "I don't think I can…”
The smile he gave me was so dirty. "Don't say that. Just one more to tide me over.”
Then he dove back in, holding me open and bare to him. All of me. Every part.
I couldn’t have been happier that Gemma always insisted on dragging me with her to get waxed. He dove in, fucking me with his tongue, his thumb over my clit, and his fingers tracing that line between my pussy and arse, and then he did something no one had ever done to me before.
He stroked the tight pucker and teased that hint of something dirty. That hint of something new and forbidden. He kept fucking me with his tongue, shoving it inside me as deep as it could go. One thumb still playing with my clit, determined to pull another orgasm from me. And as his green gaze met mine with an intensity strong enough to make me shake, I broke apart again, unable to even grasp onto his hair because my arms were too weak. But still, another orgasm went up my spine, threatening to break me apart completely. Then he shoved back with a satisfied grunt. "Fucking hell. I've never wanted to disobey an order more in my fucking life. But I have to go, Sprite."
I struggled to sit up. "What? Where are you going?"
He glowered at his phone. "Duty calls. But you and I, we're not done."
CHAPTER 28
SAINT
I wasready the rip the head off a fucking wildebeest. I’d fucked up.
All I could do was smell her fucking coconut and lime shampoo, or body lotion, or whatever the fuck it was.
My cock was rock hard. The whole drive to Rogues Division, I'd been shaking. Shaking with need.
I could have sworn I had seen Rourke's car behind mine, but when I pulled into the parking lot, I didn't see him. I had maybe handled that whole thing poorly.
Oh, you think?
I shouldn't have goneanywhere near their fucking date, but just knowing Rook might have his hands on her, was going to try and get in her fucking knickers, I hadn't been able to think about anything else. I was just desperate to stop him from touching her, tasting her, from having his face between her fucking thighs and wearing her goddamn legs like earmuffs. I’d bloody lost it with Rook, but I couldn't let him touch what was mine.
Yours? Didn't you say that you couldn't go there with her? That you had to take care of the Elise thing first? That shit was too complicated. Weren't you the one who said that?
Yes, I said all those things. But fuck, Rook touching her? No. Just fucking no.
I sensed the shadow before I saw it. I was already shifting into a fight stance at the edge of the parking lot before the force of muscle hit me.
It didn't dislodge me much.
"Rook, if you're going to sneak up on someone, at least have a fucking weapon. Hand-to-hand, you can't win."
"Did you fuckinghurt her?"
I frowned. "What?"
"Kaya, did you hurt her?" he growled.
