Page 88 of Savage Hearts

I wished he was as affected by my kiss as I was obviously with his.

After a moment, when I thought I could walk on my own again, I started to walk toward the elevator.

His long legs quickly caught up to me, and he wrapped a strong arm around my body.

I didn’t fight him.

I didn’t want to.

I craved him.

I craved my prison warden.

How very…

Stupid.

11

MILA

We didn’t talkon the drive home.

Luckily, there was no traffic at this time, so it wasn’t a long ride.

I mostly looked out the window, watching Chicago scenery pass me by in a blur, and Maverick mostly watched me.

My lips still tingled from the kiss.

My body practically vibrated from it.

I didn’t know it could be like that.

I didn’t know it could be so addictive, but now that it was over, I was embarrassed by my own reaction. Embarrassed, yet I wanted more.

How could I be like this? How could I crave him?

I wanted to kiss him again.

I jumped when the car suddenly pulled to a stop in front of the house.

I blinked at the formidable mansion. I didn’t even remember arriving at the property, but here we are.

Maverick got out of the car and came to my side. He opened the door and reached in, unbuckling my seat belt and helping me out.

There was a gentleness about him that confused the hell out of me.

It was times like this when I wished he would be mean, be terrible to me.

Wished he would have made it easier for me to hate him, but the vision of the man who protected me earlier kept flashing through my mind.

It was true I wouldn’t have been in that position if he hadn’t taken me along. It was his own twisted way of showing off his power over me, yet it didn’t seem to matter to my illogical mind.

I didn’t care.

I didn’t fight him when he brought us inside the warm house.

Technically it was summer, but I had felt cold since we left the company. For the first time, this house was a welcome sight.

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