Page 27 of Heartbeats & Highways

He held me with his strong hands like I was delicate, like I was something to be cherished and protected.

I ripped my lips from his and pressed my forehead to his chest so I could catch my breath and get my bearings.

Savage’s arms tightened around me. “Fuck.”

I looked up at him again and couldn’t stop my grin. “Good thing you pre-paid on the tip jar.”

Chapter 8

“We should get going,”he said, but he didn’t release me.

“Oh. Right.”

When I didn’t move, he tightened his arms, and his head descended again.

I met his mouth, hungry for something I couldn’t name. When Savage’s lips covered mine and his tongue was in my mouth, I ceased to think at all. All I could do wasfeel.

He makes me want to feel everything.

“Evie,” he growled against my mouth.

My hands slid up his back, underneath his leather cut. “Hmm?”

“Evie, we have to stop.”

His hands grasped my shoulders, and he gently pushed me away, keeping his hands on me.

My eyes fluttered open. “Why do we have to stop?”

Savage grinned down at me. “Because you have a job interview. And if I keep kissing you, it’s gonna lead to other things . . .”

“Oh,” I sighed dreamily.

He kissed my forehead, and let his lips linger. Eventually, he pulled back. “Get your jacket.”

I gathered my belongings and shrugged into my jacket. Savage went out into the hallway and waited as I locked up the apartment.

“Do you know who lives there?” I asked, pointing to the door across the hall.

“I do,” Savage said, allowing me to go ahead of him.

“What’s her name?” I asked as we headed down the stairs toward the lobby. “She left cookies on my doorstep yesterday, but she didn’t knock and introduce herself.”

“Cookies? I didn’t see any cookies on your counter.”

I blushed. “I ate them all.”

Savage let out a laugh, amusement coating his expression. “Love a woman with a healthy appetite.”

His innuendo was unmistakable, and it sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.

“Why didn’t you knock onherdoor and thank her for the cookies?”

“I don’t think she’s ready for social interaction. Otherwise, she’d have knocked first. So, I’m respecting her privacy.”

We made it to the lobby and Savage opened the front door of the apartment complex and I stepped outside. I followed him to his motorcycle.

“Her name is Cozy,” he said, handing me a bike helmet. “You know, shit’s not adding up for me.”

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