Page 18 of Shattered Saint
Before Easton could say another word, I closed the door behind me. Once I heard the click of the door confirming I locked it, I exhaled a deep breath that felt as if it left my lungs without an ounce of air. I made a list in my head about what I needed to do before I could fall asleep.
I whipped off the blazer I had on just as there was a knock on the door.
What the hell?
I walked back to the door and looked through the peephole and confusion muddled my thoughts. I unlocked the door and yanked it open.
"What are you doing—"
The rest of my words vanished into thin air because Easton's lips were smashed against mine.
6
BIANCA
Everything in my brain short-circuited when his lips touched mine, and I wasn’t even sure if we’d locked the door. If Nash came home right now, we were fucked, but we'd cross that bridge when we got to it.
Any brain power that was left was focused completely and utterly on Easton. From the way he was touching me to the way he was making me feel. He shifted his hands across my body, touching every part of me that he could.
Excitement and fear about what was to come crowded my senses. Doubts about whether I could do this smacked every corner of my brain before I quieted them. This was something I’d wanted to do for months now, and I wasn’t about to let self-doubt ruin it for me.
Easton broke our kiss long enough to rip my blazer from my hands and study my body as if committing it to memory. My sheer shirt left little to the imagination although I could see the wheels in Easton’s head turning as he took in every inch that had been revealed to him.
Easton pulled me to him and this time, he grabbed my ass, groaning as he pulled me closer to his body. But it was only momentarily. When he broke away from me again, my heart sank in my body.
As if he could read my thoughts, he said, “I’m not stopping this time, princess. Unless you want me to.”
I had no intention of telling him to stop. I swear if he ended any of this before we were both ready, I was going to scream.
“Do you want me to stop, Bianca? This is your last chance. I need to hear you say the words.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”Ever.
He grabbed my hand and together, we quickly walked to the guest bedroom where Easton closed and locked the door behind us. Thankfully, I'd left the lamp on when I left for the night, giving us plenty of light to see with.
Easton ate up the distance between us with one step and his hands landed on the sides of my face. I searched his eyes to see if I could see any signs of rejection, but I found none. His stare had darkened considerably, and I knew it was because of me.
He kissed me again, this time more sensual versus the passionate kiss we shared at the door. It was as if he’d completely lost control moments ago and now he’d regained it, at least momentarily.
His hands moved down my body until his fingertips danced along the hem of my sheer shirt. When I felt him grip the material, I lifted my arms so that he could quickly remove it from my body. When the only thing standing between him and my breasts was the black bra that I’d thrown on earlier this evening, my nerves became more frayed. This was really happening.
“I was debating peeling your jeans off you, but I think I would rather watch you do it. That bra of yours is barely going to contain your tits and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
I swallowed hard as my hands made their way to my waistband. I unbuttoned the top button and slowly pulled the zipper on my pants down. Although I was nervous as hell, I stared into his green eyes as I slowly pushed the denim down my legs, giving him a full show as I bent over until my jeans touched my ankles.
His gaze refused to move from my chest until I straightened my body and stepped out of my pants and boots. I was now left in my matching black bra and thong, which I was now so damn happy I packed. He reached forward and took my lips once more, this time eliciting a moan from my mouth.
It was as if the sound was music to his ears because his kiss became rougher. Something snapped inside of him, and he needed to have me now.
My hands came up to rest on his chest, clenching the fabric of his shirt between my fingers. I, too, was desperate for him.
Easton left small kisses on my lips before gently biting my lip. I gasped at the new sensation before he let it go, taking the opportunity to kiss me hard again. However, this time, his tongue joined the private party our mouths were having.
His taste was intoxicating. It was a mixture of the alcohol he’d had that night and something that was uniquely him. It was something I couldn’t get enough of, but there was something I wanted more.
I pulled away from Easton and said, “I think you have on too many clothes.”
“Is that right?” he asked as an amused smile formed on his lips.
