8. Saint

Chapter 8

Saint

H er soft sexy curves whisper across my chest as she starts to slide past me. I’m so fucking pumped up from seeing that fucker with his hands on her. I may have kicked his ass but I didn’t spend even half of the rage inside me and it’s all transitioned into desire and need for Cat. The image of his hands around her neck and her struggling about sets me off again.

I know I should let her walk by me. I know that after what she went through, the last thing she needs is for me throwing myself at her. But the need is too strong. I have to have her.

She’s slowly moving past me and I can feel her erect nipples glide across my abdomen. I pull her back, not letting her go. She said she wasn’t the girl for me and she was right, but looking at me with those eyes filled with desire is more than even a saint could ignore.

“Cat.” I say her name softly, so as not to scare her. If I unleash all the things I want to do to her, she’d be running from the bar right now. I’m determined to take it slow with her, go at her pace.

She breathes out my name slowly, and it rumbles off her tongue. “Saint.”

Just my name on her lips has goosebumps running up and down my arms. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’m a hardened criminal, a felon. And just her saying my name has me going soft.

I reach up to cup her face, but she stops me. “Oh Saint, look at your hand.”

She grips my injured hand in both of hers and she looks so sad as she examines it. I try to pull it from her, but she stops me, pulling me toward the next room. She leads me to the stool that I had pulled out for her. “Sit. I’ll be right back.”

I watch her hips as she walks away from me. She turns the corner and when I can no longer see her, a growl escapes me. I don’t want her out of my sight. She’s gone for only a few seconds, but I still get up to go find her. As soon as I get to the door, she’s walking in with a first aid kit in her hands.

“Please sit down, Saint,” she says. “I’m so sorry you got hurt. It’s all my fault.”

I put my fingers under her chin and lift her head up to look at me. She has unshed tears in her eyes. “It wasn’t your fault, honey. He had it comin’.”

Because I can’t resist anymore, I pull her to me and kiss her. Her mouth is closed, but that doesn’t stop me; I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, like I’m begging for entry. Eventually she gives in and when she does, my tongue swoops through her mouth, wanting inside, wanting to taste her.

I pick her up by her hips and set her on the stool, crowding my big body between her legs. As soon as her ass hits the wood, though, she’s pulling away from me. “Your hand?” she says worriedly.

I take the first aid kit that is wedged between us and toss it to the counter. “My hand is fine. The only thing that’s hurting me is not having you, not being inside you.”

She puts her hands up on my shoulders and her fingers feather through the hair at my nape. “Well, I’m not stopping you.”

I swear my heart stops beating. Like I’m a fuckin’ teenager again, I start to stutter and have to take a deep breath before continuing. Even though it kills me, I still offer her an out. “If you want to wait…”

She’s shaking her head and her brown hair falls down over her cheeks. I push it back, needing to see her face, her eyes for this.

“You’ll have to say it, Cat. I need to hear the words–“

Her little hands squeeze my neck. “I want you too, Saint. I know I shouldn’t. I know we’re all wrong for each other, but I want you. I want to be so wrapped up in your arms that I don’t know where you end and I begin.”

As soon as she says the words, I reach in for a kiss. I feel like a giant holding on to her, and I’m making myself be gentle because she seems so fragile in my roughened hands.

She’s pressing herself against me and I’m barely hanging on. “Cat, I don’t want our first time to be in the stockroom of the bar.” I’m kissing down her neck, knowing I better stop if I plan to.

She freezes under me and whatever I said to her must have made her come to her senses. I step back from her and she hops off the stool. I try to hide my disappointment, but it’s hard. My cock is pressing against my tight jeans and I refrain from reaching down to relieve myself.

I start to turn away, but she stops me. As soon as I turn back, she’s lifting her shirt from her body and drops it to the ground. But she doesn’t stop there. She unbuttons her shorts and slides them down her thick thighs. She’s left in only a pair of lacy panties and a matching black bra that’s barely holding her in. My mouth drops. Nothing I was imagining about her did her justice. Every curve she has is making my mouth water and my hands itch to get ahold of her.

“Saint—” she starts, and her voice quivers. She clears her throat and starts again. “I want you, Saint. I want you right now. I don’t need perfection, or a bed even. All I need is you.”

I kiss her then, holding her mouth to mine as I finish taking off her bra. Her breasts are pressed against my abdomen and I lean back to see her. I reach for her panties, but she slaps my hand away. “I’ll get those. But come on, cowboy, I want to see you too.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I start to undress quickly and while I’m pulling off my clothes, I walk over to the door that leads to the bar area, shut it, and lock it.

It’s not uncommon for the club members to fuck in public, but with her I don’t want that. I don’t want anyone seeing her. I want her all to myself.

When I turn back to her, she’s standing with her hands folded in front of her, hiding her bare pussy from me. I stride over to her and lift her chin so she’s looking at me. I want her to see my face when I tell her, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

She blushes a deep shade of red and if anything it makes her even more beautiful.

“Thank you, Cat. Thank you for what you’re about to give me,” I tell her before I pick her up and set her on the counter.

I lean my head against her chest and take a deep breath. If I don’t take it slow, it will be over before it starts. I kiss her nipple, taking it between my lips and biting down on her softly. She moans loudly, and I do it again.

Her body jerks against me and I already know that we are going to be explosive together. It’s going to be like nothing I’ve ever felt before.