Page 63 of Heartbeats & Highways

“I should punish you,” he whispered against my skin.

“For what?”

“For doubting my feelings for you.”

He slid my thighs open and stared at the naked heat of me. He gave me one slow lick.

“Hmm. Yes. Definitely gonna punish you. I won’t let you come for hours. And when you finally beg me, maybe then I’ll allow it.”

I shivered in desire.

“I guess I’ll just have to suffer,” I murmured.

He licked me again. “I guess you will.”

Chapter 17

“Savage,I’m going to be sick!”

I ran from the bed and dashed into the bathroom just in the nick of time. My head was over the toilet as Savage came into the doorway, bare-chested, and well-rested.

When I was sure I wouldn’t throw up again, I flushed the toilet and rose. Glaring at him, I went to the sink and brushed my teeth.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” I said.

“I’m going to see it all,” he said quietly. “Every moment. I’m not missing anything.”

Tears gathered in my eyes, but I turned away from him to hide. But darn the man, he saw anyway and pulled me to him.

“Better?” he asked when the storm of my emotions had passed.

“Yeah.” I sniffed.

He took my hand and led me out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. “Sit.” He pointed to a stool.

I sat.

Savage went to the front door and opened it. He turned back to me and closed the door, a paper bag in one hand and a pastry box in the other.

“What’s that?” I asked in confusion.

“I texted a prospect to pick you up some things.”

“You’ve mentioned prospects before, but you never explained what they are.”

“Prospects are club bitches. They gotta prove themselves before they patch in. They’re at our beck and call. I texted Roads this morning before you were even awake to bring me what I wanted. Wasn’t gonna wake you when you were wrapped around me, humping my leg.”

“Humping your—are you kidding?”

He grinned. “No. Let me show you what I got you. Or what Roads got you.” He opened the pastry box and held it out to me. “Home-made croissants from Pie in the Sky which will be easy on your belly. And pickles.”

“I’ve heard of weird pregnancy cravings, but pickles first thing in the morning is a little too much for me.”

“The croissants are for you. The pickle juice is for the baby. It’s good for hydration.”

I shook my head.

He nodded. “You get a croissant and then you’re taking a shot of pickle juice. Willa swears by it.”

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