I awoke very early on Wednesday morning to the sound of my doorbell ringing and wondered where the hell I was. There were empty beer bottles on the coffee table in front of me, and my feet were tangled in the knitted afghan I kept on the family room sofa. I’d fallen asleep there after Hudson had come and carted off a drunken Charlie. The confusion of being half-asleep and half-hungover didn’t clear until I was standing at the front door in nothing but boxer briefs looking through the peephole at Saint Wilde.

My stomach started flipping over like an excited puppy, and I felt its betrayal like a knife in the back. Don’t get excited over someone who obviously doesn’t give a shit about you, idiot.

I opened the door carefully and gave him my best attempt at a glare. It failed.

He rushed into my arms and grabbed me into a bear hug, squeezing me so tightly I squeaked. My anger disappeared in a puff of smoke. Before I could think about it, I was hugging him back. I felt his entire body trembling in mine, and I started to worry.

“Saint?” I asked in a strangled voice. “What happened? You’re scaring me.”

He loosened his hold just a little bit but kept his face tucked against my shoulder. “Did you get my text?” he asked. The words were muffled against my bare skin, and the warmth from his breath made me shiver.

“No. My phone is turned off. Come inside.”

The frigid morning air was blowing past him through the open door, and I felt goose bumps prickling up everywhere on my exposed skin.

“Come on. I’ll fix us some coffee. It’s freezing,” I murmured as he pulled away from me.

He quickly dashed at his eyes and looked away. It happened so quickly, I almost didn’t believe I’d seen it.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the kitchen, parking him on a stool while I rounded the corner to start the coffee. The entire time I filled the pot, I could feel his eyes on my bare back like an intimate touch. Just his presence in the room was enough to make me breathless, but knowing he was tracking me made me stupidly horny on top of it.

Once the coffee was going, I rinsed out my cotton mouth in the sink and turned to face him. His eyes snapped down to the tent in my shorts, and I felt my skin flush. Okay, so he knew I wanted him. Big deal. Surely by now that wasn’t a surprise.

When his eyes locked on mine, they were as deep blue gray as the center of a storm. I closed the distance between us and stepped between his legs before asking him one question.

“I just need to know if you’re okay first,” I said.

He nodded. “I am now.”

And that was all I needed to hear. My mouth landed on his, and his hands instantly came around to grab my ass and pull me closer. My own hands wrapped around the back of his neck to hold his mouth against mine while I devoured him. Desperate moans were leaking out of me, and he made growling noises as he took ownership of my mouth.

Before long, his hands had made it inside my underwear and were splitting my cheeks open; long fingers took turns rubbing over my hole, and my moans turned to whimpers. It defied all logic, but I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I wanted that man to fuck me. I wanted his fingers, his tongue, his anyfuckingthing in my ass, and I didn’t want to wait another minute.

“Fuck me,” I begged. “Please, please fuck me.”

Saint sucked in a breath and stared at me with wide eyes. “Augie…” he began.

“No,” I said with fingers over his lips. “Don’t say no. Don’t ask me if I’m sure. Don’t make me wait one more minute to feel you. Please, Saint.”

I honestly didn’t care why he’d left me the morning before or why he’d shown up all emotional on my doorstep practically before dawn. There would be time for those things later. The time now was for touching, and I wanted him with every fiber of my being.

He stood up and moved me in front of him, placing his hands on my hips and propelling me down the hallway to my bedroom. When I entered the room, I headed straight for the bed, which was still rumpled from our previous time together.

Saint’s hands were already pushing at my underwear, and I turned around to start removing his own clothes. His mouth crushed down on mine, and I struggled to catch my breath. It was hot and fast. Fingers were everywhere, and my heart banged so hard I thought it was going to bruise my chest.

I pulled off his shirt and started fumbling with his jeans before getting them undone and shoving my hands inside. His cock was poking out of the top of his underwear, and that was when I realized he was wearing the same clothes he’d been wearing two nights before at my house.

“Saint?” I asked. “Haven’t you been home since you were here last?”

He both nodded and shook his head before chasing my mouth again with his own. I pulled back. “Where have you been?”

“Neckie’s. With MJ. The baby,” he said before grabbing the back of my neck and covering my mouth with his again. I let him kiss me deeply while I pushed at his pants and underwear. Just before his jeans slipped to the floor, he grabbed them and fished his wallet out of his pocket to retrieve something from it.

He stepped closer to me until I was practically bending backward over the bed.

“You gonna lie down, or are you waiting for me to push you down?” Saint asked with a sexy-as-hell grin. I swear to fucking god, I almost swallowed my tongue.

“Your call,” I challenged. I watched as his pupils overtook the stormy irises. His large hands brushed up my sides until he grabbed me under the arms and tossed me effortlessly onto the bed.

My stomach was tumbling at this point, and I thought my cock was going to shoot clear off my body. When that man climbed onto the bed and stalked his way up my body, a part of me realized I’d never be the same after what was about to happen.

“Turn over,” he said. “And show me that gorgeous fucking ass.”