Dirty Sexy Saint (Dirty Sexy #1)(62)

Too soon, he ended the kiss and buried his face against her neck, inhaling her scent and licking the column of her throat with his tongue. “You come home every day from work smelling like a delicious cupcake,” he said as he slid his hands down to cup her ass and squeeze each cheek. “I just want to eat you up before f*cking you senseless.”

She laughed, the sound husky and one hundred percent aroused. “Yes, please.”

In the next instant, she was swept up into his arms as he carried her into the bedroom, holding her as if she were as light as a feather, which she knew she wasn’t.

She smiled up at him. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Yeah?” He looked interested, but once Clay’s mind was on sex, it was hard to deter him. “Can it wait until after I’m done eating my cupcake?”

He dropped her on the bed and didn’t wait for an answer as he pulled off her camisole—which conveniently came with a built-in bra—then removed her shoes and socks and helped her shimmy out of her pants. When he reached for her panties, that’s when he finally saw the edge of the plastic wrap protecting her new ink.

His gaze flew up to hers. “Holy shit. You got a tattoo.”

“A real one,” she teased, just in case he thought it was one of those temporary deals.

With a worried frown, he inched down the waistband of her underwear until he could see the design.

“Surprise,” she said impishly. “A cupcake. Just for you.”

A huge grin spread across his face, which was exactly what she wanted to see. But it didn’t last long as his brows suddenly furrowed together. “Who did the tattoo?”


She bit her bottom lip. “Umm, Mason.”

“Here?” he said incredulously. “Right near your—”

Laughing, she covered his mouth with her palm before he could say the word *, but he pulled her hand away.

“I’m going to f*cking kill him,” he growled.

She rolled her eyes. “Trust me, he didn’t want to do it, because he was afraid you were going to chop off his balls,” she said with a laugh. “Would you rather have had some strange guy do the work?”

“No,” he said sullenly, which gradually gave way to a lascivious look as he pulled her panties off the rest of the way and quickly stripped off his own clothes. “Let’s put you on top so I don’t crush your cupcake,” he said as he moved onto the bed beside her. He stretched out on his back, then pulled her on top of his body so that she was straddling his hips, his shaft poised right between her legs.

There was no need for a condom anymore. They were exclusive, she was on the pill, and they’d both been tested. He rubbed the tip of his cock through her already wet, slick folds, then pushed the head just inside of her. Grabbing her waist in his hands, he pulled her down the same time he thrust up inside her.

Samantha gasped, her body shuddering as he filled her. And then she looked down at him, ensnared in his heated gaze, and began to move. Bracing her hands on his abdomen, she rode him, slow and deep.

It didn’t take them long to find a mutual release, and when they were both spent, she collapsed on top of Clay until they could breath normally again. He stroked her hair and along her back, and she was too content to move off of him.

“I have a surprise for you, too,” he said after a while.

“Yeah?” She lifted her head so she could look at his face. “What is it? Did you get a tattoo, too? One that says Saint Clay?” she teased.

“Smartass.” He smacked her bare bottom, making her yelp, but they were both smiling and relaxed. “I contacted a Realtor. I think it’s time we looked for a real house to live in.”

She blinked in surprise. “I like living here.”

“I know you do,” he said softly as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “But I plan to marry you, and this place doesn’t give us much room to grow.”

Her heart sped up, and she swallowed hard. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he said, his voice gruff with emotion and his eyes flickering with anticipation as his hands gently framed her face. “Will you marry me, Cupcake? I don’t want to live a single day without you. You’ve changed my life and made me a better man. And most importantly, I love you, and I need to know you’re mine. Forever.”

Tears of pure joy filled her eyes. This amazing man had come so far since the night they’d met, but what he didn’t realize was that he’d changed her life, as well. They were good together, and good for each other.

She nodded much too eagerly and didn’t even care. “Yes, I’ll marry you. As soon as possible.”

He laughed, looking happy and pleased. “How do you feel about a small Vegas wedding?”

Her parents would want a formal ceremony and big reception, but she’d never subject Clay to that. She didn’t want or need the fanfare, either, so her decision was an easy one.

“I think a Vegas wedding sounds perfect,” she murmured.

He groaned in contentment, then rolled her off him and glanced at her new tattoo again, careful not to remove the wrapping. “I can’t wait to touch it and lick it and swirl my tongue over that frosting,” he murmured wickedly.

“I can’t wait, either,” she said, knowing she’d be his cupcake for the rest of their lives.