Page 38 of Heartbeats & Highways

“Thanks for wanting to be here,” I replied.

He brushed his lips against my forehead. “Night, Evie.”

The next morning, I found myself sprawled on top of Savage. My hip was hiked over his waist, and I felt his erection pressing against my leg. My nightgown was bunched around my waist. I felt his hot skin . . . everywhere.

Embarrassment coasted through my belly, but delicious desire pooled between my legs.

I hesitantly looked up to see if Savage was still sleeping.

He wasn’t.

His blue eyes were open and clear.

I swallowed. “I should move.”

Savage’s arm tightened around me. “Don’t you dare.”

“But I’m?—”

“Exactly where I want you to be,” he interrupted.

I bit my lip in worry, his gaze dropping to my mouth. And before I could over think the moment his lips covered mine and his hands delved into my tousled hair.

He held me to him as he rolled me over onto the bed so that I was on my back. Savage hovered over me. Our bare legs tangled, and he deepened the kiss.

I closed my eyes and sank into the mattress, and I wrapped one leg around him to keep him pressed against me.

His hand skated up my leg to grip my outer thigh. He kissed me as he stroked my skin.

I tumbled deeper into the cavern of desire where there was no light, only the sensations of Savage’s warm breath, his tender touch, and the leisurely, easy movements he made to tantalize me.

I wrenched my mouth from his and sucked in a breath of air. “Savage,” I moaned.

“I know,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine. “God, I know.”

With a groan he forced himself away from me.

My fingers went to my lips. They were swollen and tingly.

With just a few kisses, my body was begging for him. It was greedy and demanding, and it took over every part of my being.

My mind had no say in the matter.

He looked at me, his eyes liquid with need.

I licked my lips. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“I want you, Savage.”

“I know, baby. I can feel the heat of you.”

Savage moved toward me, sliding his leg between my thighs and gently pressing against my cleft.

I moaned as sparks of pleasure shot through my core.

“You want me?” he rasped.

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