Page 63 of Savage Lust

And it was like no one else existed. Just him and I in the middle of the street, watching each other. Was he afraid I’d run? That I’d finally seen some part of him that should make me want to?

I didn’t. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.

We both moved at the same time, walking toward each other. He grabbed my hand, spinning back toward his bike. I climbed on as he drove the short distance to the clubhouse and parked with far more tact this time.

It wasn’t until I watched him climb off that I realized his fingers trembled. I had a hard time believing anything could scare Cam Savage. He threaded those fingers through mine and pulled me close to his side. Merc and several others stopped him. This time it was Cam who barked orders.

“Table after the others get back. Get rid of everyone not patched in.”

I figured that meant I was to leave, but he pulled me into the clubhouse behind him.

Krystal ran up, giddy with excitement. Admittedly, watching that smile slide from her face was one of the better moments in my life. No matter how small that made me.

“Fuck off, Krystal.” He shoved her to the side with his free hand and stalked toward the stairs.

I only had a second to sneak a glance at her. She wasn’t happy. I didn’t care.

It wasn’t until he shut the door behind us, I realized what he wanted.

What I needed.

twenty-five

Riley

Cam’s chest heaved, his blue eyes wide and wild, as he shoved his still shaky hand through his hair. Afraid to touch him, in case he exploded into a mess of adrenaline and chaos. I stood several feet away and watched him.

I didn’t dare take my eyes from his.

He grabbed my face and kissed me hard. His lips and tongue as hot and urgent as the hell bent for leather ride we’d just been on. The hand that slid down my back and gripped my ass was just as dangerous.

He broke the kiss on a raspy moan and licked his lips. “I need you before I do something really stupid.”

I shouldn’t have been that turned on, but I was already wet for him. My body openly defying and betraying the anger that hummed somewhere beneath the desire. My physical need buried it, which was why I pressed my lips to his throat as I rubbed myself against him.

He shrugged out of his vest, slipped the holster and pistol from his side, and placed them on the ratty dresser by the door. The gun in his back followed, then leather and boots hit the ground with thuds as he walked me backward.

Cam kissed me the entire time. My lips, his tongue flicking against mine, my jaw, my neck, and lower across my cleavage as he pushed me onto the bed.

Hovering above me, a shock of blond hair falling into his face, he stopped. “I can’t be easy, here, darlin.” His entire body trembled now. When he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it, the muscles across his chest quivered.

I reached out and brushed my fingertip across his chest before he caught my hand. “I mean it.”

He was giving me an out, afraid that my lack of experience would make this a scary thing. It wouldn’t. I trusted him. If he needed it rough, then I wanted it that way. Excitement lit, white hot and biting inside me when he shed the last of his clothes.

“Was everything you said at the bar bullshit?” But I had to know. “Is it just that you want to fuck me or is it something more?”

“So much fucking more.” He came back to me, panting, nipping at my lip. “How could I want anyone else when I have you? I can’t stop thinking about you, I can’t picture anything else but you. Riley—it’s you.”

He cupped my groin, pushed his palm against the part of me that was already hot for him. My hips bucked. I should be shy, I wasn’t. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or Cam himself, but every part of me was desperate for his hands, his mouth…for the cock that pressed against my thighs as he tugged at my waistband.

“Take it all off.” It was me he barked orders at now, nipping through my shirt and down my stomach.

I did as commanded, pushing the shorts he’d unbuttoned down my hips.

“Leave the boots.” He was already jerking my shirt up and over my head as I shifted. I couldn’t be sure how I managed to wriggle free of my bra, but Cam’s eyes caught mine when he clutched the crotch of my panties and gave them a tug.

His knuckles brushed my slit, and he watched me. “You want it bad, don’t you?”

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