He let out a tired laugh. “I guess I’m just not ready to say goodnight, yet.” Lifting my hand, he brought the back of it to his lips.
“But fortunately, I get to spend some time with you tomorrow,” I murmured. “And I’m really, really looking forward to that.”
He turned in his seat. “When I met you, I wanted to know more about you.” He brushed the back of his hand against my cheek causing a chill to run down my spine. My breathing hitched as his fingertips grazed my skin. “And the more I know, the more I want to know,” he uttered, moving his head a little closer to mine.
My heart was pounding in my chest. I’d never wanted a man to kiss me as bad as I wanted it from Saint.
“I feel like you’re hypnotizing me.” My voice faltered.
“Is it working?”
Closing my eyes, I nodded. The way he said it was so sexy that my entire lower body clenched.
Feeling his closeness, my lashes fluttered open. When our eyes connected, a few more seconds passed by before I realized how long we’d gone without speaking.
“You are hard to resist,” I breathed, moving my face closer.
His mouth hovered over mine. “Then stop resisting.”
I started nodding slowly, allowing my lips to lightly brush against his. “Okay,” I murmured.
That was all it took.
Saint leaned forward, allowing his luscious lips to overpower my own. His hand held my face as he kissed me hard yet tenderly. It was simultaneously passionate and painstakingly slow. With a slight tilt of his head and a gentle sweep of his hand, Saint Anderson made sure I felt that kiss everywhere.
My heart was racing and the throbbing between my thighs was crying out not to be ignored. Part of me wanted to invite him inside, but the other part of me knew he was exhausted. My mind and body were not on the same page.
He pulled out of the kiss slowly. I kept my eyes closed for a moment, savoring the taste of him.
“I should walk you to the door,” he whispered.
I opened my eyes to find him adjusting himself. Squeezing my thighs together, I had to look away. “Okay.”
I watched him walk around to my side of the car. When he opened the door to help me out, he stood a little too close, so my body slid down his until my feet met the ground. He closed the door behind me and then backed me into it. I felt what had to be his dick pressed against me. Wedged between him and the SUV, his thick bulge demanded to be noticed.
And I noticed—and my panties disintegrated.
He cupped my face. “You are the one that’s hard to resist.”
“Then stop resisting,” I breathed.
Saint crashed his mouth into mine and kissed me hard. As the kiss grew deeper, I let my hands roam up his firm chest and then back down his abs before stopping at his belt loops. Hearing him moan incited something inside me and I rolled my body against his provocatively. I could feel the stirring between my legs intensifying and if we didn’t stop, I was going to take him inside.
“I’m trying to be a gentleman,” he whispered against my lips. His hands coasted down my arms and settled on my hips.
“I understand,” I assured him, moving my mouth against his.
While I appreciated him respecting me, I was giving him the green light.
“You have no idea,” he murmured before taking a couple of steps back. He exhaled. “Let me get you inside before I start thinking with the wrong head.” He gestured in front of us. “After you.”
I started walking toward my loft with Saint on my heels. I noticed my nosey neighbors were not outside and I was relieved we didn’t have an audience.
“Thank you for tonight,” I told him as I unlocked my front door. Turning to face him, I sighed. “I can’t wait—”
He smothered my words with his kiss and I gladly let the rest of my sentence fall on his lips.
He rested his forehead against mine. “I can’t wait to do it all over again tomorrow.”
*****
Chapter 5
“Are you sure I can’t convince you to come out with me tonight?” Jordan Lewis asked with his velvety smooth voice. “Dr. Lattimore will be speaking about the psychology of sexuality.”
“That sounds interesting!” I switched my cell phone to the other ear as I posed, turning so I could see my whole outfit in the mirror. “You said Dr. Lattimore is doing it?”
“Yes and it should be over around ten. Then we could go to get a few drinks. Maybe do a little dancing.”
I smiled. “That sounds like a nice night, but I have plans.”
“I understand,” he sighed. “I just couldn’t think of anyone else I would rather discuss psychological theory with.”
“It is always a good time discussing psychological theory with you, Dr. Lewis. But I’m not available today.”
“What about tomorrow?”
“What about tomorrow?” I countered as I checked the time.
“Can I see you tomorrow? Take you for a late lunch? Tell you about the lecture?”
“I don’t have any plans tomorrow afternoon. Let’s talk in the morning and finalize things.”
“Yeah, I’ll call you first thing in the morning,” he promised.
The knock on the door distracted me.
“Okay, sounds good. But I have to go, so I’ll talk to you later.”
“Talk to you real soon, Zola.”
We said our goodbyes and I scurried to the door and swung it open.
“Wow,” Saint breathed when he laid eyes on me.
The olive-green military style dress with the gold buttons was both casual and sexy when paired with black and gold combat boots. I had no idea where we were going, but I didn’t dress for the place. I dressed for Saint’s reaction.
“Hi,” I greeted him coyly like I wasn’t basking in his gaze.
“Hey.” Leaning down tentatively, he planted a soft kiss on my lips. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” I closed the door behind us. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
I tried to guess where we would be going, but he just laughed at me. Our conversation was so entertaining that I didn’t realize where we were in D.C. Saint had parked on a block with a bunch of different restaurants, so I kept my head on a swivel as we walked down the street. When I felt his hand on the small of my back, I slowed to a stop.
“We are going to get a few things for that empty ass bookshelf in your office,” he joked.
“What?” I gasped, looking up at the two-story bookstore in front of us. “Is this where we’re going for real?”
He nodded. “I know you can’t read—”
“Shut up,” I giggled, swatting at his arm. “This is amazing.”
With a grin, he grabbed the handle and opened the door for me. “After you.”
We spent three hours walking through the bookstore, discussing titles, and storylines. We had a different conversation in every aisle, and I loved every second of it. We agreed on a lot, but some of my favorite discussions happened on the aisles that we didn’t agree. Even when his point of view differed from mine, it still fascinated me. When we left the bookstore, he had a bag of books. Some for him; some for me.