Saint:
Shay tasted like honey and sin, and I was completely lost in her. Her fingers twisted in my hair, her soft little gasps fueling the fire raging inside me. My hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as I deepened the kiss, dragging her flush against me.
She was everything—warm, soft, perfect—and I was never going to get enough of her.
Then, a loud knock at the door shattered the moment.
I groaned against her lips, cursing under my breath. "You’ve got to be kidding me," I muttered, pressing one last kiss to her swollen lips before pulling away. Shay laughed breathlessly, her cheeks flushed, eyes heavy with want.
"Better get that before they leave," she teased, her voice a little shaky.
I shot her a look that promised we weren’t done before I pushed off the counter and
