Page 128 of Heartbeats & Highways

Savage ate like a man having his last meal. He ate like he’d never tasted anything so sweet in his life. And he didn’t stop, not even when he wrung a cry from my lips and tears filled my eyes.

He didn’t even stop as I came on his tongue, shaking with the tremors of my release.

And while I was in the throes, he slid up my body and into me.

He groaned and dropped his head. “I don’t care about anything else. I just want to live inside you.”

“Yes.” I arched against him and my nails clawed his back.

“Mark me, babe. Gouge me. Draw blood.”

I was mindless with pleasure. It was like I’d been plugged in to an electrical socket. I felt everything. Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was our reunion.

Maybe it’s just Savage.

He ground his pelvis against me, rubbing his massive shaft on that perfect spot inside me and white spots of lightning appeared behind my eyes.

“Squeeze me,” he commanded.

I clenched around him.

He thrust and thrust until I was coming and then he was coming too, and the sounds of us mixed together in a joyous symphony of pleasure and release.

Savage stilled inside me. He framed my face with his hands and placed kisses all over my forehead, cheeks, nose and lips.

“Don’t move,” he said as he slid out of me.

I clenched again as he went, causing him to shiver. He got up and felt around for something and then he turned on the lamp.

He had a week’s worth of stubble and I knew I’d have whisker burn on my skin.

“This is for you.”

He held out a long thin box wrapped in black paper with silver ribbons. I took it from him and lifted the lid. It was a velvet jewelry box. I flipped it open and saw a dainty gold chain with two pearls inside a golden pea pod.

“Two peas in a pod,” I said quietly.

His hand settled low on my belly. “When I saw it, I thought of you immediately.”

“Savage,” I whispered. “I love it.” I leaned over and brushed my lips across his. “Put it on me?”

“After.”

“After what?”

“After we shower.” He took the box from me and set it on the nightstand.

We showered, lingering and touching, soaping each other. We kissed and stayed in long after we were pruny and steam filled the room.

“How did you get into the building?” I asked, sliding into bed, my wet hair sticking to my neck.

“I’ve had a key to the bakery for ages. And Brooklyn texted me the new security code.”

Savage climbed in bed next to me and then hit the lamp.

I groaned. “My alarm is going off in two hours. That’s going to mess with my sleep schedule.”

“Because middle of the night homecoming sex didn’t.” He opened his arm, and I snuggled into his side. And because Savage was finally in bed next to me, I fell into unconsciousness quickly.

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