Page 50 of Cheater and the Saint

Leo pouted. “You’re no fun.”

Having the sudden urge to prove him wrong, I leaned back and grabbed his left wrist, taking the melting sandwich from his hand before licking one of his fingers. A sharp moan left him as I slipped the whole finger into my mouth, sucking on it like I intended to do to his dick later. Then I moved on to his other fingers before licking along his palm. By that time, my hand was sticky, too, but I didn’t let it bother me.

The way Leo was watching me—with so much lust in his dark eyes—well, the fucking world could’ve been on fire outside our dorm, and I still wouldn’t have cared.

“Go get on the bed,” I said with a growl in my voice. Damn. I didn’t know where this man had come from, but I hoped he stayed around for a while. “I’m going to clean up and then be in.”

“In what?” Leo waggled his brows in that suggestive way he always did. “Me, I hope.”

“Go,” I said, nodding toward the door.

Leo was taller and more muscled than me, yet, he was a bit of a submissive in nature by the way his eyes ignited with the command. Fuck it was hot. He opened the door and went inside the room, and I stood in place for a second. Thinking.

I forced my feet to go toward the kitchen, where I tossed the melted sandwich in the trash before washing my hands at the sink. As I went back down the hall, I took deep breaths, trying to steady my nerves. Once at the slightly ajar door, I hesitated again.

If I went inside his room—if I really went through with this—there’d be no going back.

Ever since that high school party with Chase, I’d led a careful, overly cautious life. I’d denied myself many things; new experiences, possible relationships, and fun. I’d devoted all of my free time to reading and studying. If I didn’t let myself be vulnerable—just like I’d been that night with Chase—then maybe I’d never have to go through that pain again.

Study, work hard, study more, get a college degree, and get a great job.

Funhadn’t been worked into my schedule, because it was safer that way.

“Hey, Frosty,” Leo called in a husky tone from inside the room. “I see your shadow standing out there like a weirdo. Get in here and fuck me.”

I chewed my thumbnail before brushing a hand through my hair.

If anyone could make me throw out my carefully constructed plan, it was Leo. And if what my grandparents told me was true, I was going to Hell anyway. Might as well dance with the devil first.