Dirty Sexy Saint (Dirty Sexy #1)(26)

“But I don’t need or want a warning, Clay. All day long I’ve been thinking about the things you said, about the things you want to do to me, and asking myself if that’s what I want, too.”

I like to control and f*ck so hard and deep you’ll scream and be sore the next day. I’d want you on your knees, with my hands fisted in your hair while you suck my cock, and then I’d bend you over this table, spread your legs wide, and f*ck you all over again.

And that was just to start with. From there, it would only get hotter. Dirtier. Those filthy thoughts and fantasies made his blood boil in his veins. “You have no idea what you want,” he tried warning her again.

“Now that’s where you’re wrong,” she said seductively as she slid her hand up to his neck and stroked her thumb along the pulse he could feel throbbing at the base of his throat. “I know, without a doubt, that I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted another man.”

The truth of that statement blazed in her eyes, scorching hot and fiery. Her admission pushed him closer to his breaking point and made his cock so hard it ached. “I’m trying like hell not to take advantage of what you’re offering, but a man can only take so much.”

She dipped her head to the other side of his neck, her soft laughter warm and damp against his skin. “That’s what I’m counting on,” she said into his ear. “I’ve had enough of soft and easy and romantic with other guys, and especially Harrison, who won’t even touch me between my legs because he’s obsessed with cleanliness and doesn’t like anything on his fingers or hands.”

What the f*ck? Clay thought, trying to wrap his mind around what she’d just said, but she wasn’t done destroying his sanity.

“That kiss this morning with you…just thinking about it and all the things you said to me, about how you want to take me hard and deep and how you want me on my knees while I…suck your cock, it makes me…”

“Wet?” he suggested when she seemed unable to finish her sentence. God, he ought to be putting an end to her seduction, not encouraging her to continue!

She rubbed her legs together restlessly, as if to confirm what he’d suggested, and the way she shifted on his lap made him impossibly harder against her ass.

“That’s definitely one of the things,” she said, her amused voice tickling his ear. “But it also makes me want so much more. Like to know what it would feel like to have your mouth on me and your tongue giving me pleasure. Or what you would feel like sliding deep inside of me.”

She sounded so prim and proper, when he was dying to hear dirtier, more shocking words fall from her lips. Like what it would feel like to have him eat her * like he was starving and suck her clit into his mouth until she came on his tongue. Or what it would be like to have his cock driving into her tight heat as he f*cked her until she splintered apart and screamed his name. But good girls didn’t do or say things like that—

“I don’t want to be a good girl anymore,” she said, somehow so in tune to him she’d read his mind. Pressing her lips against his neck, she licked his skin with her soft tongue, making him shudder with the need to feel her mouth and tongue stroking along his dick. “I want to be very bad with you, Saint Clay.”

Breathing hard, he lifted his hand and twisted his fingers into her hair, then tugged her head back so he was looking into her eyes, which were so dark and dilated he wanted to drown in all that sweet sensuality.

“I’m not a saint, Cupcake,” he said, even as he felt himself caving in to his own desperate hunger for this one woman alone. “Especially when it comes to f*cking.”

“That’s good, because I don’t really want a saint,” she taunted softly, as she dragged her tongue across her bottom lip, then smiled sensuously. “I want a sinner.”

Just like this morning, she managed to provoke him past the point of no return. How did she manage that when no other woman ever could?

Her lashes fell to half-mast, and she parted those full pink lips, already breathless and flushed at the mere thought of him kissing her again. Fuck trying to be honorable, he thought, as the last of his self-discipline evaporated and his aggressive side surfaced.


If she wanted a sinner, well, sinning was what he did best.

Tightening his hold on her hair, he tipped her head to the side and didn’t hesitate to claim her mouth—hard, deep, and thoroughly. Just like he ached to claim her body.

But that wasn’t going to happen, so this kiss would have to suffice.

He swallowed her initial gasp and swirled his tongue over and around hers, dragging her further into his kind of debauchery. Her soft, supple mouth was made for sex and sin, and for sucking his cock, he thought with a fevered groan. Her flavor was deliciously addicting, and he knew kissing her would never be enough to quench this never-ending desire, or to sate the lust that threatened to consume him. But it had to be enough, because anything more would ruin her.

He didn’t do promises. He didn’t do love or forever. He was dark, and she was light. She was pure, and he was tainted and majorly f*cked up. And she deserved so much more than he could ever offer her.

So for the second time in the same day, he was going to turn down a sure thing. Jesus, when did I become so f*cking chivalrous? He told himself he didn’t want Samantha to have regrets, but what he really feared was that once he knew what it felt like to be buried deep inside of her, he’d never want to let her go.