Page 94 of Savage Hearts

I blushed and looked down at the bedsheets.

I didn’t even know why I did that.

“Mila,” he said softly, my name sounded so much like a prayer coming from his lips I wanted to weep. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

He wanted me to look at him, I was sure.

I didn’t think I could handle it.

“Mila,” he said again.

Again, I shook my head. I flinched when he cupped my cheek with his big hands and tilted my head up. My eyes remained closed.

Why did I kiss him?

Why?

Why did I kiss him this afternoon?

I realized, with some embarrassment, that both of our kisses were initiated by me.

It wasn’t like he had coerced me into it, and now that I was remembering the kiss from this afternoon, I remembered he had also been the one to pull away first. That I hadn’t fought him. I’d clung to him and did not want to let go.

I just?—

I froze when his lips drifted over mine in the slightest, most gentlest kiss I had ever received.

It wasn’t like I had spent my twenty-four years of life kissing a lot of people.

The one date I had agreed to go on that wasn’t with Silas had been a complete disaster, and it was one of the many reasons why I avoided people like the plague, but this kiss, coming from this man…

It was everything.

It was full of sweetness I didn’t think a man like him could display, especially with someone like me.

I slowly opened my eyes to look at him when he broke the kiss, and I realized I had his shirt bunched up in my hands.

I let it go and smoothed down the fabric with my fingers, not that he seemed to care.

With a groan, he kissed me fully once more.

This kiss wasn’t as gentle as the first, but just as addictive.

I moved my hands up to his chest, and opened my mouth to let him in when he bit my bottom lip.

He took his time in exploration, his tongue moving over mine in slow but precise movements, driving me crazy.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him, shifting closer to his body until I was on his lap.

His kiss grew bolder, rougher, harsher… morepassionatethan I had ever dared imagine.

He wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped my legs around his middle, pressing my pussy directly against his hard abs and trying to find that delicious friction.

Spasms worked their way through inside me, and it felt so good to use his body like this that I did it again and again and again.

His hands found my butt, and he kneaded both cheeks roughly, almost to the point of pain.

I couldn’t find my voice to ask him to stop, and what was more, I didn’t want him to.

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