The Saint (Notorious 3)

And maybe she was.

Kinky.

Was she kidding? Could she be any more beautiful? More exciting?

Zoe stepped into a bright square of light that fell in from the bank of windows in my living room. Her skin glowed pale and perfect, as if she were made of moonlight.

She smiled, shy, but knowing her beauty. Christ. I wanted to eat her. I wanted to lay her down on the floor and spread her out.

“Take off your dress,” I said.

“Here?”

I nodded.

Something about the command in my voice killed the hesitancy in her face. Her hands found the zipper under her arm and pulled it down, inch by tantalizing inch.

She was Marilyn Monroe. Hell, she was Eve. She was everything beguiling and gorgeous and feminine.

The dress dipped at her chest and she clasped it to her, hiding her naked body from my eyes and making me want to roar and pull it off her.

“Take off your coat,” she whispered, licking her lips.

Mindless, I ripped off my jacket and tore open my shirt, sending buttons flying into the shadows. One hit my TV.

I stepped toward her and she retreated. She gave me a smile, a flash of flesh, and adrenaline spiked my blood.

“Your dress, Zoe,” I nearly growled.

She shook her head, stepping backward into the dark and then into another square of light. She kicked off her shoes and I toed off mine. Again, she stepped backward out of the light, her eyes glowing in the dark. I took a deep breath and stepped into the light she’d left, and I knew she could see every line of my body. Every thought and emotion on my face. I was more than naked. Worse than naked.

I was revealed.

And totally turned on.

I lowered my hands to my belt, opened the leather and metal clasp.

“Is this what you want?” I asked. “A show?”

I could feel her desire pulsing through the air. Her hand, white and elegant, reached out of the darkness and touched my fly, the hard ridge of my erection beneath the fabric. Her fingers stroked me; her palm flattened and pressed hard against me. “This is what I want,” she whispered.

I tilted my head back and dropped my hands, surrendering to everything—the moment, Zoe.

Yes, I thought, yes, please yes. Touch me.

Her warm hands made quick work of the zipper, and I felt my pants bag at the waist, fall to my knees, and I kicked out of them. I glanced down at her hands, easing into the band of my underwear and then…oh.

“Zoe,” I groaned, grabbing her wrist, probably too hard, but I didn’t care. Couldn’t stop himself. Her fingers toyed with the thick head of my cock, feathered down the shaft.

I was going to die. Right now.

I pulled on her wrist, bringing her into the light where she stood, gasping. And naked.

Her breasts were pink and perfect, the nipples hard in the bright light. Her skin stretched like ivory velvet over sleek muscles, but the best part was the thin wisp of lace I could barely see because of the gorgeous mound of her belly.

“Look at you,” I breathed, and she pulled her hands free to put them on her belly.

“I know,” she whispered, her voice broken and soft. “It’s strange, right? This is—”

“You’re gorgeous,” I said. Not even realizing what I was doing I dropped to my knees, face to navel with her belly. I kissed her skin, stroked the contours of her stomach. Maybe it would be strange to other men, but I found her impossibly sexy. The most womanly thing I’d ever been privileged to touch.

“Oh.” She sighed. “Oh, wow.”

I could smell her desire and I smiled wickedly against her skin. Sliding my hands up her legs, I found the edges of the thong, the lace damp under my fingers. She jolted. Twitched.

Her fingers slid into my hair, pulling a little, and the violence fed my desire. I pressed my face to the thin lace, felt the curls against my lips. My fingers teased their way inside the lace and she began to shake, to quiver and moan, and I smiled with sudden secret knowledge.

Zoe Madison was hot. She was wet. And she was going to fall apart in my arms like no other woman I’d ever known.

Rough now, because I was losing all control, I pulled the lace from her body and my lips found the hard edge of her clit, my fingers the deep damp well of her pussy, and within moments I brought Zoe to her knees. She fell against me, strong and soft at the same time. Fierce and trembling.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what?”

She bit the skin of my arm, hard enough to hurt and I stopped what I was doing with my fingers.

“Carter!”

“Tell me what you want,” I said.

She pushed her face against my chest, like she was shy but I knew better and kissed her forehead. “Tell me.”