She opened the door to her house, locking it behind her, then walked the length of it making sure everything electronic was still unplugged.
“Did you get my notes?”
Ume shrieked and whirled around to find Saint sitting comfortably on her sofa. “Oh shit.”
He winced. “Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for, but understandable.” He stood. “I’m not going to make a menace of myself, Ume. I mean, I could. I want to. I was planning on it. But I’ll try to leave you alone if you can answer one question.”
She was trembling. Still unable to believe he was really here, in front of her. Anger and hope warred inside her, her stomach was in knots and her h
eart was racing.
She’d really missed him. He made her feel alive.
“What? What’s the question?”
He pulled out his Blackberry and turned it around so she could see the box on the screen.
The Demon has admitted he loves you. Do you love him back? Y/N
She could feel the pearl warm against her chest. The kitsune spirit? Was it warning her or sending its approval? It was impossible to tell. She’d have to make this decision on her own.
“You lied to me, Saint. Used your powers to pull me into a game without my permission. Tied me up and spanked me. All while making me believe you were someone else.”
Saint paled. “Yes.”
“You also showed me how my mother truly died, let me see the truth about my heritage, and played matchmaker for my cousin and Liam.”
Hope flickered in his dark gaze. “Yes.”
She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I probably shouldn’t put the spanking in the bad category. Its not bad if I like it, is it?”
Those full, beautiful lips of his were twitching. “That’s always been my motto.” After a few, long moments, she heard a groan rumble in his chest. “Ume, please. It isn’t a good idea to leave a love-sick demon hanging.”
That just made her mad. “You mean the way you left me hanging for two mo—”
He was kissing her. Finally. Yes. Just the way she remembered. She wrapped her arms around him and he made a desperate sound against her lips, as if he’d been just as lost without her, just as tormented as she’d been.
Saint pulled back and tore his jacket off, dragging the white T-shirt over his head and letting it drop to the floor. Her Sinner. Her Saint. He was glorious.
She sucked on her bottom lip, insecurity taking over for a heartbeat.
“What is it, Ume?”
She motioned to her chest, far less ample and obvious than it had been when they’d last been together. “Any false advertising issues? Beyond this point lies no bouncy castle.”
Saint laughed, the sound rich and sensual, full of promise. He pushed her hands away and took off her shirt, inhaling sharply at the small golden mounds he found bare beneath. “You are perfect, Ume. Let me prove it to you.”
He gripped her waist and lifted her off her feet, until her breasts were parallel with his mouth. “If you still had Plum’s body, for example, I couldn’t do this.”
Ume gasped as Saint opened his mouth over her breast, her entire breast, and sucked hard. “Oh, my. That would be a shame.”
He hummed his agreement against her skin, sending electric jolts of sensation through her body. Her body. Not a character’s in the computer. He was here, kissing her. Devastating her with his tongue.
He carried her to her daybed. The daybed where she’d been trapped, in so many ways, before he’d helped to remind her that she was passionate. Alive. That anything was possible.
He laid her down, still licking, lapping at her stiff, sensitive nipples. “You taste even better. How do you do that?” He glanced up quickly, catching her rapt gaze. “You never really answered my question.”
Ume watched him stand and allowed him to lift her hips, and pull off her shorts and underwear without a word. She smiled as she watched him take off the rest of his clothes with impatient movements, his cheeks flushed, his eyes sparking with ruby light.