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“Uh.” I swallow. Don’t say anything dumb. “Books, listening to music, and travel. I would love to travel. I’ve always dreamed of visiting other countries. Honestly, I’ve always dreamed about experiencing the things I read about in books.”
Savage’s gaze darkens. The fire crackles and spits, the music sweeps through the room, and I’m caught up in the moment. In hoping that whatever Savage is thinking is as “bad” as what I’m thinking.
“What?”
“What kind of things?”
“Uh, all kinds of things,” I whisper.
He gets up, crosses the room and stands over me. Savage is huge even when I’m standing, but sitting down, his presence is unbearable. “Show me,” he says.
Oh. My. God.
“S-Show you?”
“Yeah.” He puts out a hand.
I take it and stand up. “Are you—? You realize what I mean, right?”
He doesn’t answer.
“Most of the books I read are romance novels. Or fantasy romance novels. Or romance novels that are fifty percent smut.”
Savage smiles at me, and it’s a stunning smile. It makes my toes curl. It’s like the anger and grumpiness he usually carries with him is a facade, and it’s gone. He’s open. “I figured as much.”
He figured… He figured as much. “Oh. I… Oh, well I…” I’m stammering like a fool. Gone is “Miss In Control Hannah.”
My hand is still in his, and his fingers brush up the side of it to my wrist. He holds it tight and squeezes.
“Hannah, if I could, I would worship your body.”
I inhale sharply, my gaze dancing to his.
He draws closer, so that his body heat is unbearable, and I look up at him. He runs his fingers from my wrist, up the side of my body to my throat and rests them there. “Your heart is beating fast.”
I tremble.
Savage leans in, his lips against my ear. “You’ve enjoyed torturing me for the past couple of hours, haven’t you?”
He rests his hand around my throat, squeezing gently.
“You’ve enjoyed making my cock hard.”
I whimper.
“You’ve enjoyed knowing that I want you,” he murmurs. “I can’t touch you, Hannah. I can’t bend you over the sofa and eat your pussy until you come so many times, you can’t breathe. Until you scream so hard your throat hurts. Until your body is shaking and you can’t remember what time of the day it is, what month it is, what year it is, or anything else other than my name.”
I shut my eyes and breathe through my nose.
“You’ve been playing with fire all fucking day long,” he says, his breath on my neck. “Now, you’re going to be a good fucking girl, and say my name.”
I moan. I swear, I’m going to spontaneously combust. Or even come without him having touched me.
This is crazy.
“That’s it,” Savage says. “But this time, moan while you say my name.”
I’m hyperventilating. Getting dizzy.
