After he navigated to the highway for the drive back to Richland, Saint glanced over at me. “Now there are two options for the next part of the date. Either option is a good one so don’t feel any pressure to pick one over the other,” he prefaced.
“Spit it out,” I teased, reaching over and rubbing his arm.
He chuckled under his breath. “Option A is for me to cook dinner for us and Option B—”
“Option A,” I interrupted without hesitation.
“You don’t even know what Option B is.”
“It doesn’t matter.” I let my hand coast down his arm. “I want to go back to your place.”
He licked his lips. “Do you even want to know what I plan to make?”
“Saint.” I waited until he glanced over at me again. “It doesn’t matter.”
He intertwined his fingers with mine as he stepped on the gas.
We made it back to Richland in record time.
Birchwood Manor, I thought as we pulled into the gated community of one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in Richland. Nice.
The sidewalks were lined with trees that were a mixture of golden, red, orange, and green. The lawns were perfectly manicured. I didn’t see one nosey neighbor loitering on the porch as we walked up to his condo.
“This is nice,” I complimented Saint as I entered his space.
It looked nice. It smelled nice. And once I stepped all the way inside, it felt nice.
“Oh wow, Saint. This place is gorgeous,” I gushed as I walked into the living room. The art on the walls, the massive bookshelf, and the TV mounted over a fireplace gave the room life.
“Thank you.” He grabbed my hand. “Let me give you a quick tour.”
We walked through the three-bedroom condo and I was in awe of the unique beauty of everything. The place was spotless, but it still looked lived in. It was masculine, but it still was so beautiful.
“I’m impressed, Saint Anderson,” I told him as we ended the tour in the kitchen. I let go of his hand and walked around the small island in the middle of the blue and white kitchen. My fingers slid across the granite countertops. “You have impeccable taste.”
He looked me up and down. “That is an understatement.”
I bit my bottom lip and tried to ignore his flirtations. “The way you decorated this place is—”
“Before you give me all the credit, I have to tell you that I had help,” he interrupted.
“Oh, that’s obvious.”
He chuckled. “How?”
“The paintings in the living room look familiar and I think I saw them on Heaven’s social media.”
He nodded. “You’re right. Those were Heaven’s. The sculptures are by my youngest sister, Angel. My older sister, Serenity, is the interior designer so when I told her what I wanted, she found exactly what I was looking for. Really, that’s what it was with all of them. I told them what I wanted, and they delivered.”
“You told them what you were looking for so it’s your style aesthetic. They just did the work to make it a reality.” I looked around “And they did a great job.” I paused for a moment and then I turned back to face him. “So, it’s Serenity, Saint, Heaven, and then Angel. I see a theme.”
He smirked. “I’ll let you have two minutes to get all your jokes out.”
I shook my head as I made my way back over to him. “I don’t have any jokes. I was just thinking about how the Lord works in mysterious ways.”
Amusement played on the corners of his mouth. “I’m glad you think this is funny.”
“Well, let me tell you what I’m glad about.” I stopped in front of him. “I’m glad I found Heavenly Studios. I’m glad Heaven decided to work on canvases too large for my car. I’m glad I invited her to my release party. I’m glad you delivered my paintings. I’m glad you were Heaven’s plus one. I’m glad to have met you—”
Before I could say another word, Saint’s mouth covered mine. His kiss took my words and my breath away. His soft lips moved over mine powerfully as he turned me around and backed me against the wall in the hallway. Sandwiched between his hard body and the wall, I felt trapped in the only place I ever wanted to be—on the receiving end of his affection.
While his hands cradled my face, mine clawed down his back before grabbing his ass and pulling him flush against me. We both moaned as his bulge pressed against me.
“Can you give me a tour of your bedroom again?” I murmured between kisses.
“I can give you anything you want,” he groaned, deepening the kiss.
Our mouths never left each other as he navigated us down the hallway. Heated, sloppy kisses were exchanged as if we were running out of time. Our mouths, like our hands were all over the place as we made our way to his bedroom. But when we arrived, Saint pulled out of the kiss and took a fraction of a step back. His hands held my face as he searched my eyes.
“I didn’t invite you back to my place to try to sleep with you,” he rasped.
“Are you saying you don’t want to sleep with me?” I asked, slipping my hand down the front of his pants for the first time.
I exhaled shakily as I felt the length and width of the outline his dick made. Holy shit.
He groaned, grabbing my wrist. It took him a couple of seconds before he could speak.
“I wanted to cook for you first.” He leaned forward, sucking on my bottom lip before he continued, “But again, I will give you anything you want, Zola. Tell me what you want… and I’ll give it to you.”
I moved my fingers over his erection. “I want this. I want you.”
I was stroking him over his pants until he groaned roughly into my mouth. As the kiss became more passionate, clothes started coming off. The electricity crackled between us and things heated up quickly. Our hands were all over each other. Before I knew what was happening, I was naked.
I was dizzy with lust but as he lifted me and placed me in the middle of the bed, I made a realization. “Wait, why am I naked but you still have on clothes?” I complained.
Reaching for the back of his collar, he pulled the white polo shirt off in one swoop. His jeans were already unbuttoned and unzipped, so when he pushed his boxer briefs down, his pants fell with them.
“Holy shit,” I mumbled under my breath.
I didn’t even realize I’d said it out loud until he smiled.
“That’s what I was thinking when I got you out of that dress,” he said as he stroked himself a couple times.
“Come here,” I demanded, leaning back on my elbows.
He climbed on the bed, crawling over me until his lips found mine. He lowered my head the rest of the way to the bed and the pressure of his body on mine made me throb with desire. His kisses gave me butterflies, but the heavy weight of his dick pressing against me gave me chills.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he groaned into my mouth.
Spreading my legs, he trailed kisses down my neck. “I want you.” Continuing down my chest, he paused over my heart. “I want you here. His warm wet mouth moved over the swell of my breast and he sucked my nipples until they were so hard they hurt. He continued his journey down my belly until he was settled in the apex of my thighs. “Just as much…” He swiped his tongue across me. “As I want you here.”