“Yeah.” I yawned so big a tear leaked out of the corner of my eye.
“C’mon.” He tugged on my hand to lead me upstairs.
The bedroom we went into was huge, with a California king bed and decorated in muted, masculine colors. It even smelled like him, all dark and delicious. “Is this your room?”
“Yup.” He nudged me toward the en suite bathroom. “Use whatever you’d like while you get ready for bed. I’ll grab you a different shirt to wear.”
“This one’s fine.” The shirt was more than fine, actually. It was soft and felt as though I was wrapped up in Saint’s embrace. I wanted to keep it forever. Which reminded me of something I should’ve remembered hours ago. “Hey, my backpack is still at the stadium. Could you ask your security guy friend to hold onto it, so I don’t lose everything in there?”
“Will do.” Saint’s response was a low murmur through the door, but it was enough for me to know he had the situation covered.
I found an extra toothbrush in the medicine cabinet and used his soap and toothpaste. Since I didn’t have my bag, I was stuck with the bottoms from the ring girl uniform instead of panties. At least I could strip out of the top so I would be a little more comfortable. When I was done, I felt super nervous about what was going to happen next. After the explosive chemistry between us in the locker room, I figured I wouldn’t make it through the night with my virginity. But I was wrong. After he finished up in the bathroom, Saint climbed into bed next to me, wrapped me up in his strong arms, and cuddled me to sleep. It made me fall for him even harder.
7
Saint
The warm little bundle in my arms stirred and snuggled in closer. I inhaled deeply, breathing her scent into my lungs. This was the way I intended to wake up every morning for the rest of my life.
Angelique sighed and wiggled her ass a little, making me groan as she rubbed against my morning wood. She froze, and I chuckled, burying my face in her neck. “Ummm, is it always like that in the morning?” she squeaked.
This time, I full-on belly laughed. “All men wake up hard, angel eyes.” I kissed the shell of her ear and whispered the rest, “But I’ve never woken up this hard and swollen in my life.”
I loosened my hold and rolled her onto her back beneath me. Looking deep in her turquoise eyes, I let her see everything I was feeling, instead of masking it like I normally did. “I’ve never felt hunger and passion this deep, Angelique. Not until the second I laid eyes on you.”
Her eyes widened, and her plump lips parted. I licked my lips as I stared down at her, then bent my head to capture her mouth in a sweet, unhurried kiss. Angelique moaned and lifted up a fraction, which brought her tits into contact with my bare chest. Even through the material of my T-shirt, I could feel her taut nipples poking through. Her hands dived into my hair, and I shifted so I was lying on top of her, my body covering hers from head to toe.
I ran my tongue along her lip, and suddenly, she yelped and attempted to push me away. Worried that I’d somehow hurt her, I immediately moved off her, and she jumped out of bed and dashed to the bathroom. “Angelique? What’s wrong?” I asked as I hurried after her.
When I reached the still open door to the bathroom, I stopped and blinked a few times, confused. She was standing at the sink with a toothbrush stuffed into a foam-filled mouth, looking at me like a deer in headlights. “Mrning brif,” she mumbled as she scrubbed with the toothbrush.
I smiled and shook my head when I translated that into morning breath. “You tasted sweet as sugar.”
She rolled her eyes before bending over the sink to spit and rinse her mouth before responding with, “Bull manure.”
I burst into laughter and sputtered, “You’re too damn cute, angel eyes.” I couldn’t remember the last time I’d smiled or laughed so much. I didn’t take life too seriously, but just in the small time we’d had together, Angelique made me realize what I’d been missing.
Angelique blushed and shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, pulling at the hem of her shirt. Crossing the distance between us, I smiled tenderly, then pulled her into my arms and gave her a gentle hug. The tension immediately drained from her, and she slipped her arms around me to return the embrace.
After a few minutes, I kissed the top of her head and used my index finger under her chin to tilt her face up. “How about a shower?”