Page 150 of Savage Hearts

Even monsters needed rest, I supposed.

I went back down to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. The house was quiet as I made my way upstairs. Not that I had been expecting any noise to come through at this time of night. Mila and I were probably the only ones in the house. Something about that felt so… dangerous.

I smile a little at the thought that I might be afraid of that tiny slip of a girl. I went to her door and stood there for three long seconds before I opened it without knocking. She was sitting on the bed, her legs bent in front of her while she lathered them with lotion. A sweet floral scent hit my nose. She looked up at me inquisitively. I wished she would stop. I didn’t want to be figured out, especially not by her.

Silently, I came up to the side of the bed and held out the bottle for her.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, grabbing it from me. I watched as she untwisted the cap and took a drink, her eyes on me the entire time. Her movements were delicate in a way that made me want to take possession of her. She closed the bottle and placed it on the nightstand.

We continued to stare at each other.

I nodded. “Sleep tight.”

She grabbed my arm, halting me. I turned and looked back at her questioningly. “Won’t you stay?”

“Do you want me to stay?” I asked.

I wondered if she would answer me honestly. I wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t. Why would she want to make herself vulnerable with me?

She surprised me when she nodded. “Yes. I missed you.” The last part was said quietly. “Stupid, huh?”

Perhaps so. She should have wanted me as far away from her as possible. And maybe I was just as stupid, because I’d fucking missed her.

More reason for me to stay away tonight.

It was on the tip of my tongue to deny her. I shouldn’t. But the thought of going back to my room alone, trying to chase sleep, held no appeal. I gently pulled away from her and discarded the suit jacket I wore. Then the tie, my shirt. Her eyes watched me intently, desire clear in her eyes.

It still amazed me that she could look at me, at any of us, with desire.

I stripped down to my boxer briefs. Her hungry gaze ate me up, and I smiled a little. Pointing at her, I said, “Stay.”

“Woof.”

I grinned at her. “Would you like to be my pet? I’m not really into pet play, but I can definitely make an exception for you, little monster.”

She rolled her eyes at me. I was still grinning when I walked out of her room and headed to mine to get ready for bed. Fuck, but how could she make me want to smile when moments before, I had felt bone tired?

Five minutes later, I returned to her room. She was where I’d left her. I came up to the side of the bed and lifted her until she was kneeling on the mattress, and we were almost at eye level. I pulled her shirt off without saying anything. It was as I suspected. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her skin pimpled from the cold air, and she shifted a little.

“Maverick…”

“Shh. I am too damn tired to do anything. I just want to hold you in my arms tonight.” Just for a few hours, where I didn’t have to be anything except the man she missed.

“Do I have to be naked?”

I pushed her until she was lying down in the bed and cupped her pussy. She was wet.

“Yes,” I answered, gently massaging the skin. She slowly gyrated her hips toward my touch. I smiled a little and pushed one finger inside. She winced, and I regretfully pulled away. It hadn’t been that long since Silas had taken her virginity. The fucker was proud as hell of that.

And fuck, I might be a little jealous of that if I didn’t know I was going to get her soon. Once she healed…

I shook away the thought, trying to talk down the hard-on. She wasn’t ready for any penetration. She got in the middle of the bed and under the blanket before I climbed in, holding her to my body.

I had one hand cupping her full tit, and the other between her legs. She shifted. “Maverick.”

I squeezed her to me. “Go to sleep, baby.”

“I can’t,” she whined.

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