Page 77 of Taint My Soul

Kissing him means I’m going against everything I believe in. This time I’m not taking from him because I have the power to, but because he wants to kiss me. It’s not an order or a contract he has to abide by. It’s what he wants.

It’s what I want.

He guides the kiss, placing my hands around his waist. And God, he has me chasing the taste. The warmth and the spice. I groan and part my lips, and he slips his tongue into me. His free hand curls around the base of my skull as a broken sound escapes me. But it only makes him deepen the kiss even more.

Teeth scraping. Mouths crashing.

Intensely. Fiercely.

The kiss deepens into something brutal. It isn’t gentle. It’s careless. Urgent. Messy. Terrifyingly exciting. Every part of me comes alive in a way I never thought it could. Everything around us fades until it’s just us.

He devours me. I savor every fucking bit of it.

I expect him to stop any minute now, but he doesn’t. He keeps fucking going, and God, do I keep chasing that high? I do because I don’t know if it’ll ever happen again.

When he finally pulls back, his chest rises in an unsteady exhale. We are barely an inch apart. My forehead dips against his. The weight of the line we’ve crossed settles in his eyes. I see it. I fucking see how terrified he is, even if he’ll never admit it.

“Damn the fucking consequences, little devil.”

“I’m not your little devil.”

“You taste so fucking good. Do I taste like yours?” I grunt and press a kiss on his forehead.

He doesn’t answer.

He doesn’t have to.

“I don’t want to let you go.” My voice shakes.

“You promised it’ll only be a kiss.” He smiles and sighs defeatedly.

“I know,” I sigh. “But let me make something clear,” he tenses in my arms. My hands slide up to his jaw and tilt his gaze up to meet mine. “I don’t like it when you give other guys attention. I don’t like it when you flirt with my cousin. Flirt with me instead.”

“Are you jealous, Saint?”

“Isn’t it obvious, baby?” I grumble, voice laced with the intense aftermath of the kiss. I fucking am, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.

“I won’t do it again.” He smiles. “We’ll see each other at work.”

“Of course, we will.” The words tumble out of my mouth. Even though I’m not sure if I’ll be at the office.

“Get all the rest you need, little devil. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Goodnight, Saint.”

“Goodnight, Mason.” I press another kiss on his forehead. It guts me that I’m leaving because all my body and mind crave is to stay here with him tonight. But I don’t want to scare him away. I’ll be patient. I wait as much as he wants me to. I took from Mason the first time I laid my hands on him. I’ll never do that again. I won’t touch him unless he wants me to. It’s a promise.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

MASON

My hand brushes against my lips as Saint walks through the door. I shut it behind me as excitement buzzes all over my skin.

I shouldn’t have let him kiss me. I shouldn’t have let this get personal.

But I did.

I did because I wanted to.