SEDUCING THE SAINT
Liberty Wainwright needs a man and not just any man. She needs Brady St. James, otherwise known as the Saint. His skills and knowledge make him the only choice to rescue her father. Now, if she can convince him to help her, she’ll just have to ignore her cravings for the man she’s never forgotten.
Brady is stunned the woman who left him high and dry is back and asking for his help. Their affair had been doomed from the start. Libby liked to live by the rules and Brady lived to break them. He’d sworn she’d be back, but he hadn’t expected it to take over six years for her to return.
The moment he accepts her mission, they discover their passion for each other is still smoldering. Unable to resist each other, their attraction sparks into an inferno that threatens to overpower all rational thinking. Libby and Brady realize they still might have a chance at love and happily ever after. If they don’t get themselves killed first.
“I’m amazed you could afford something so nice.”
Oh Jesus. She was swinging it back and forth as she rummaged through his food. It took a second for her comment to register. Through his lust-induced haze, he realized that in her usual subtle way, she’d put him down.
“What the hell you mean by that?”
She looked back over her shoulder at him. The image of her bending over while he took her from behind was so clear in his mind, he was amazed he didn’t come right then and there. Libby had always liked sex in that position. Used to drive her insane, if he remembered right.
“I mean that you tend to give things away. I thought you donated everything to museums and the proper authorities.”
“I…ah…” What the hell were they talking about? Fuck. “Um, well, I did that teaching stint in New York last year to make some extra cash. I didn’t want to depend on hiring a ship.” His smile was self-deprecating as he remembered one really bad job. “I think both of us learned that lesson.”
She returned the smile. “That excavation in Miradan was a shit job.” For a moment, the memory of shared history shimmered between them. Familiar heat crawled through him—the dangerous kind, at that. This wasn’t just lust, and never had been. They’d both had their hearts involved before or it wouldn’t have hurt so badly when it fell apart.
She turned abruptly and started to rummage again. “You have anything edible in here, Brady?”
The deepening of her voice, not to mention the tremor he’d heard, told him she’d felt it too. That heat, the connection, that no matter how many years they’d been apart, the spark was there. She pretended to keep looking for food but he knew her well enough. The moment her body flushed with heat, she would be raring to go. No one burned hotter or faster than Libby. The woman might look and act like an uptight pain in the ass but she had no inhibitions in bed.
As desire threaded through his veins, he moved behind her. He placed both hands on her ass and smoothed them up to her lower back. She stilled as he stepped closer, pressing his cock against her. She straightened and shivered. He leaned his head over her shoulder, bringing his face even with hers.
“D-Don’t use that old ploy. I won’t fall for the Irish charm this time, asshole.”
Her voice shook. His heart jumped at the telltale sign of her arousal. He slid his hands around to her stomach. One descended to cup her cunt. Wet heat warmed his hand. His dick twitched against her. Closing his eyes, he hummed. The musky scent of her arousal filled his senses. He moved his other hand to her breast. Gently, slowly, he grazed the tip of her nipple with his fingers.
“I beg to differ with you. And, darlin’, your body agrees.”