Page 79 of Heartbeats & Highways

Our eyes remained locked on one another as he began to move. Slow, deep; I felt every ridge of him.

His back slickened with sweat and my nails raked across his shoulder blades. He grasped my thigh and urged me to lift my leg.

I took him deeper. I took everything he wanted to give me.

Our breaths mingled and our skin flushed with heat. The fever of desire spread through both of us; we moved in an intimate dance where we touched and kissed. Heat built between us.

“I’m close, babe,” he gritted. “Feels so fucking good.”

“Me too, Savage.”

“Come with me, Evie.” His hand snaked between our bodies to touch me.

I came with a surprised cry and Savage tumbled into his release a few seconds later. He dropped his head to the crook of my shoulder and stayed inside me.

I clenched around him, causing him to shudder in pleasure.

“Ah, sensitive,” he mumbled, brushing a kiss along my collar bone. He lifted himself up and he gently slid out.

“I’m gushing out of you.”

“Mhhm.” I stretched my arms over my head. “Hand me my shirt.”

He leaned over the bed and grabbed the garment from the floor to give to me.

I put it between my legs and yawned. “I need a shower. And a nap.”

Savage cradled my cheek, stopping me from rolling over and getting up.

His blue gaze was bright with emotion. “Love you, babe.”

I turned my head and kissed his palm. “Love you too.”

After a hot shower, we curled up in bed. We kissed, we touched, we communicated without words. A chiming phone momentarily roused me from my doze.

“Your cell,” I murmured against Savage’s bare chest.

“Yeah. I gotta get going.”

I coiled around him tighter. “No. Stay with me.”

He groaned. “I wish I could, but I have to go.”

I reluctantly released him.

Savage got up and began to move around the room.

“So, what do you mean you haveclub stuff?” I asked in curiosity. “That’s sort of vague.”

“It’s vague on purpose,” he said.

“Are you not allowed to tell me?”

He shrugged. “I can tell you some things. Other things I can’t—and I’ll never be able to. Just the way of it.”

I nibbled my lip. “You’re not—are you fighting tonight?”

Savage looked at me and sat down on the bed next to me. He gripped my thigh when he stared into my eyes. “No, babe. I’m not fighting tonight. I’m done with all that shit.”

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