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“And why can’t you touch me, exactly? You’ve sort of brushed over that part.”
“I told you,” Savage says, and sits down in his armchair instead of next to me. “I can’t offer you what you deserve.”
“Right. Right, your heart?”
He rests his arms on the chair, completely at ease.
“What if I don’t want your heart?” I ask, and it’s taking all of my newly-earned bravery to talk to him like this. “What if I just want you?”
“It would be wrong.”
“I get it. You want to live here, alone. And I want to leave Heatstroke. I never planned on staying here my entire life, it just kind of happened, and I don’t want that to be the case. I want to find new places and friends and new people.”
“What kind of people?” His eyes narrow.
“Jealous?”
“Don’t change the subject,” he says.
“I want to be free. I don’t know, visit the South of France.”
“Specifically the South of France?”
“Yeah,” I continue. “And I can’t do that if I stay here. So, trust me when I say that in about six weeks, after I’ve managed to get the kid’s section stocked up, and I’ve created a program that will get more children reading, I’m going to leave.”
“That’s a lot to do in a couple of weeks.”
“Now, you’re changing the subject,” I say. “Look, what I’m trying to get across to you is that I don’t expect you to fall in love with me. I want you.” And my cheeks can’t burn any hotter than they already are. “I want to know what it’s like to be with you.”
Savage is speechless.
“It seems complicated,” I say. “But it doesn’t have to be. What we do can stay here.”
“That’s not a good idea.” But his voice is strained.
“Neither is dancing in the rain.” And then I get up and let the blanket fall away from my legs.
Savage’s fingers bite into the arms of his chair. “Princess.”
“You said that you’re not going to let me play with you any more.” I walk over to him, I stand between his legs, and he tilts his head, running his hot gaze over my thighs, to the hem of his sweater brushing against them, over my stomach, breasts, my throat, until it rests on my face.
“You said you were going to ruin me.” I brace my legs on either side of his and straddle him, just like I did last night, except this time, there is nothing separating me from the front of his sweats.
“Princess.”
“So do it, Savage,” I say. “Ruin me. I want you to.” I planned on making him beg, but this is way better.
I settle down on top of him, and his hands move to my hips, over the sweater. He’s holding me there, just inches from sitting down. He lowers me slowly, inch by inch, until my pussy rests against his length, the only thing separating us is a bit of fabric.
“Fuck.” Savage’s jaw is clenched. “Fuck.”
I’m so wet, and I rock back and forth a bit, watching as he sinks a little lower to get more contact with me. His dick is huge. I felt it last night, but I underestimated just how big it was. I ride back and forth, rubbing my wetness over him, relishing the thought that it’s soaking through to make contact with his skin.
“Savage,” I whisper.
“Yeah.” His gaze is locked on my face, rather than the point of contact between us.
“You realize I’m not wearing any underwear.”
