Page 8 of Savage Little Secret

A smile tugs at my lips as we gaze at each other. I like that she feels the same way, but it scares the hell out of me. Getting close to anyone is dangerous.

“I have to get ready to go soon, but you can stay here until I get back,” I tell her once I check the time. It’s Friday, and we slept in late. “The meeting is soon.”

She smiles. Then stiffens. “Do you have to go?”

“It’s an important meeting, remember?” I remind her as I slip out of bed.

“Yeah, I just…” Cara trails off, looking conflicted.

“You just what?” I ask as I walk around to her side of the bed.

Cara peers up at me with wide eyes. “I…I don’t want you to go.”

Suspicion creeps up my spine. “Why not?”

Cara’s face flushes as she drops her eyes. “Are you really going to make me spell it?”

“Yes,” I state as my mind races. Why is she trying to stop me? Does she know something is planned?

Cara suddenly sits up on her knees and reaches for the back of my neck, pulling me down to crash her lips against mine.

I lose my breath, warmth spreading within me as our lips meet. Without even thinking, I kiss her back, acting on the desire I’ve repressed for what feels like far too long now.

Last night I was too emotionally and physically exhausted to touch her.

I’m not exhausted now.

Cara pulls me closer, her fingers sliding into my hair and along my shoulder.

I follow like I’m entranced, eventually crawling over her and coaxing her to her back. My lips move down to her neck as I slip between her thighs, our bodies pressing together.

Cara lets out a blissful sigh next to my ear, working me up even more. She runs her hands along my back and shoulders, her fingers dancing on my bare skin. “Dmitri…please stay with me.”

I lift my head to kiss her again, and I get lost in her. The rest of the world slips away as we meld together. I kiss her and touch her wherever I can reach, undressing her, exploring her body. Reveling in every touch. Drinking in every sound.

I lose track of time as Cara does the same to me.

Until my phone rings.

I pull away from her, my lips nearly feeling numb from kissing her for so long. Cara whines in protest, but I force myself to reach over and grab my phone off my nightstand. Isaak’s name appears on my screen.

“I have to take this,” I tell her as I move off her and leave the bedroom.

Heat still lingers on my skin but judging from how close the time is to noon, I know that this call must be about the meeting.

“What’s going on?” I say once I answer Isaak’s call.

“I had four guys planted all around the Legacy in discreet places like you asked,” Isaak replies. “We’ve already seen some suspicious activity.”

My heart plummets.

Only Cara knew.

And the four men I told last night haven’t left each other’s sight.

“What kind of suspicious activity?” I ask.

“A few men are lurking around the place and checking back entrances,” Isaak tells me. “One of them has a tattoo on the side of his neck. It’s pretty telling of what family he belongs to.”