Page 65 of Savage Cravings

“Transports?”

“Yes.”

“Sounds lucrative.”

I laughed. She should know all about that. After all, her father was in the same business.

I turned sideways in my seat, facing her, so close, our fronts touched. Her breath caught.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t you think talking like this is more fun?” I asked, letting my hands roam over her back. She shivered as I played with the knobs of her spine.

“Silas.”

My name sounded less like a protest and more like a plea. And fuck me, but how could I deny her when she sounded like this?

“Yes, angel?” I skimmed my lips up and down her jaw, watching as her eyes fluttered shut.

I pressed a kiss on the corner of her lips. She was just as fucking sweet as I remembered.

“You are entirely too addictive, sweetheart.”

“I am?” she asked, sounding breathless. I pulled her onto my lap, her legs on either side of my waist. Like this, my dick was pressed up against her pussy.

She gasped, her hips moving slightly. Was she even aware she was doing that? I didn’t fucking know.

“You are,” I confirmed. So fucking addictive.

I leaned down to deepen the kiss when the shrill ringing of my phone cut through the space surrounding us and brought Mila abruptly back to reality. She scrambled so quickly out of my lap, you would have thought there was lava there or some shit. Her breathing was erratic. She watched me as I took out my phone. Maverick’s name flashed on the screen.

I answered it with a scowl.

“Someone had better be fucking dying,” I said by way of a greeting.

“No,” Maverick answered mildly. “But close. Get your ass back to the hotel.”

13

MILA

I should have suggestedhe call a ride for me to get back to the motel.

And I probably would have, if he didn’t look like someone had just murdered his beloved pet. Whatever the call had been about, it was enough to change the mood between us drastically, quickly, and I didn’t know how to handle that. I was awkward when it came to emotions, but more particularly when it came to negative emotions.

So I didn’t protest much when, after that call from his brother, he quickly packed up our picnic and all but shoved me in the car.

Then we were off, heading back to hishotel.

“Why are you staying at a hotel?” I asked when he pulled up to the front.

“’Cause we need a place to stay while we’re here visiting.”

“You don’t live here?” I asked.

Before he could answer me, the door to my car opened. A boy about my age standing there somewhat awkwardly. He looked at me expectantly, and I was left with no choice but to get out.

Silas suddenly appeared at my side. I shot him a look, trying to keep from showing too much on my face. He moved like a ghost.

---