Page 84 of Heartbeats & Highways

He stepped closer and cradled the back of my neck as he peered into my gaze. “You didn’t kiss me hello.”

And then his lips crashed into mine.

He assaulted my senses.

I drowned in the passion of his kiss.

But Savage was my life raft.

I placed my hand on his chest and moved even closer, wanting more of what he was offering.

His tongue invaded my mouth, and I whimpered against him.

He growled low in his throat, clasped my waist, and hauled me toward him.

While he continued to kiss me, he maneuvered me until my back was against the side of the car. Savage slid his thigh between my legs and gently pressed the heat of me.

Sparks of lightning ricocheted through my body.

I reached for him. Eager. Needy.

More.

He cradled my cheeks and then pulled back to stare at my mouth.

“Fuck,” he murmured.

I swallowed and nodded.

He cracked a grin.

“Let’s go,” he said, opening the driver’s side door. “You’re driving home.”

“Yeah right,” I quipped. “I’m liable to crash after all that.”

Chapter 23

“How’s Sunday?”I asked as I put the dishes into the dishwasher.

“For what?” He snapped the container of leftovers closed and stuck it into the fridge.

“For dinner at Willa and Duke’s?”

He let out a sigh. “You won’t let it go, will you?”

“No. They’re important to you. Therefore, they’re going to be important to me. So, let’s just go and have fun and not make such a big deal about it.”

“But it is a big deal. You’re a big deal.”

I grinned.

He took my left hand and brought my knuckles to his lips. His thumb skated over my pinky. Once . . . then twice. Savage paused and then gently forced my fingers to straighten. Except the pinky finger was slightly bent and raised in one spot.

“What happened to your finger?”

My heart skidded through my chest. “I broke it.”

He frowned. “How? I know broken fingers. This looks . . . the scar . . .”

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