Page 46 of Heartbeats & Highways

He sat back and lifted himself off me. But only so he could hold out his hand to me. I placed my palm in his and he hoisted me up. And then he led me to the bedroom.

Savage stared down at me.

He slowly unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. Then he peeled off my camisole and tossed it aside. His hands reverently cupped my breasts.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he croaked.

“I need to see you too,” I demanded.

He reluctantly took a step back so he could take off his leather cut. He placed it on the back of the chair and then tugged his shirt over his wide shoulders.

And then he came to me.

My fingers traced the ink along his pec.

He bent his head and pressed his warm lips to my sternum. His hands slid to my rib cage and held me as his mouth continued its descent.

When his lips met the band of my pants, he looked up at me.

I nodded.

His fingers went to the snap of my pants and then he was rolling them down my legs.

I was suddenly embarrassed that I was wearing cotton briefs. They were white and cheap. I wanted to wear lace and beautiful things and have Savage take them off like he was unwrapping a present.

His nose nudged the elastic of my underwear, and he inched it lower with his teeth.

“You tease.” I chuckled.

“I’m savoring the moment,” he said quietly, looking up at me again. “Haven’t you ever wanted to savor something?”

I ran my thumb across his expressive mouth. “Not like this. But there’s a first time for everything.”

He smiled and then he slowly tugged down my underwear, letting it pool around my ankles. I stepped out of it and stood completely bare before him.

And then he did something I never expected; he grasped my butt cheeks and squeezed the right one.

“Lift,” he commanded.

I lifted my leg which he settled over his shoulder, baring me to him.

He buried his nose in the thatch of red curls between my legs. He inhaled deeply. “God all-fucking-mighty.”

Heat bloomed in my cheeks, both in embarrassment and desire.

His tongue darted out to taste me and I thought I was going to combust.

Savage’s grip on me tightened as his tongue became determined. It sought my pleasure; it chased my need.

“Mhmm,” he rumbled.

My fingers slid through his hair and cradled his head, letting him devour me. He sucked me into his mouth, and I bucked against him.

“Like that, do you?” he murmured. “You’re going to come on my tongue, Evie. You’re going to come so hard and you’re gonna demand more.”

“Yes.” I gasped as his words pushed me closer to the edge.

He flattened his tongue and played with the tender place between my thighs. He swirled and lapped, and I shook with the need to come.

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