Page 140 of Heartbeats & Highways

“You’re not allowed to stew. If something pisses you off, you tell me. We’ll talk about it and deal with it. Yeah?”

I nodded.

He grasped my hair and tilted my head back, so I was forced to meet his gaze. Savage stared down at me for a long moment and then said, “I’m not Randall. You don’t need to be afraid of my reactions when you’re honest with me about things that are important to you.”

My shoulders instantly dropped. Sometimes I hated that he knew where my quirks came from. Other times, it made it easier because it felt like he just understood me.

He leaned down and brushed his lips across mine. “I need something else from you,” he said huskily.

“What?”

“I woke up hard. Grab the counter, babe.”

A delicious thrill shot through me, and I did as he commanded.

He slid behind me, his hands grazing underneath my nightgown and working it up my hips.

“Widen your legs.”

I widened them.

He slithered my underwear down my thighs, and I stepped out of them. And then he was kneeling behind me, spreading my cheeks and tonguing me from behind.

I bent my head and shivered at the pleasure.

He ate me slow and thorough and didn’t stop until I was coming.

Savage rose and smacked a cheek, causing a cry of pleasure to escape my lips.

I heard him shuck his boxers off and then felt the crown of him at my entrance. He slid inside me, bending his largechest over my back. As he thrust, his hand came around to play with me. His other hand went to my breast, teasing my nipple through my nightgown.

“God, I love this,” he groaned as he continued to drill into me. “Say you love it too.”

“I love it,” I cried out, my forehead hitting the counter. The cool stone bathed my skin, a stark contrast to the fever inside me.

“I want to do this every day,” he growled. “Wake up, fuck, smell you on me all damn day, come home to you and bury myself inside you again and then fall asleep there.”

His words were primal, marking me as his.

“Tell me you want that too.”

“I want it,” I gritted out. “Please, Savage.”

He knew what I was begging for. He pinched my clit, and I clenched around him.

Savage moaned, bit my shoulder through my nightgown, and came with a force.

He gathered me to him and held me close as our breathing returned to normal.

The coffee maker sputtered, and I giggled. “Done before the coffee was even brewed. That must be some kind of record.”

He laughed and gently eased out of me. A gush of wetness hit my inner thighs.

I shivered at the loss of him.

“I need a shower before I go downstairs,” I said, turning around to face him.

He hiked up his boxers that had been around his ankles. “You also need a shower buddy,” he said with a wicked grin. “Someone to help you clean those hard-to-reach places.”

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