Page 61 of Savagely Yours
I skimmed my fingers over her waistband. “Why are you naked?”
“It was hot last night,” she said. “Nights are usually still pretty cool in D.C. around this time, but it gotstuffy.”
“I’ll get you a fan.”
“Where are you gonna get a fan?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll get you one.”
The tip of my finger moved over her waistband a second time, and it took every ounce of willpower not to slide my hands into her panties and squeeze. I’d even considered sinking my teeth into her ass and sucking on the soft flesh until she bruised.
Like a maniac.
Then, there were the places I wanted to stick my tongue.
Soon, I would have to reposition her. I was growing harder by the second, and my thoughts weren’t exactly helping. Plus, I didn’t know how deep her feelings for me reached. Yet, she’d confessed to there being something between us that wasn’t platonic and hadn’t been for a while. To me, that meant she at least had some idea that there was more than one meaning behind the “crazy” I felt about her.
“So give me a tour,” I said.
Though tiny and sprinkled with mismatched furniture pieces, the studio was homey. She had an uncanny ability to do that, I realized—take places from sterile to warm. Her condo,her office, and even the space in Sanitation had all carried that unexpectedly soft touch. A touch about as soft as her skin.
It made me unnaturally giddy to see how much better she was doing compared to the shell of a human I’d pulled from bed and carried to Woodhaven.
“There’s not much to see,” she said, easing away. “And you were the one who picked it out. They didn’t let you tour it first?”
I barely heard the question.
“Dez?” She palmed the side of my face. “You okay?”
I snatched my gaze away from her lips. “Yeah. My mind’s just…all over the place, you could say.”
In actuality, my mind was right there in that room. I was merely having a hard time concentrating. A significant part of my focus was on controlling my body’s response to her sitting half-naked on top of me. That part was in a full-scale battle with the portion daring me to let her feel what she did to me, convinced she would respond by opening her legs wider while her eyes rolled back in her skull.
“How long do I have you for?” she asked.
I imagined myself sucking on her neck while my fingers probed her warm flesh. “About an hour and a half, but I’ll be back once I’m done with rounds.”
“Word’s getting around about the arrangements being made. From the looks I’ve been getting, at least a few people seem to be aware that I’msomethingto you. That our relationship is transactional in some way.”
I gripped the tender flesh at her hip. “You want me to stop coming?”
“Would you if I asked?”
“No.”
She laughed. “I would never ask you to stop coming, Dez. Come all you want. Honestly, come as much as you can.”
My dick jerked, but she didn’t respond as if she felt it. I was sure she was picturing me standing in her doorway. I was picturing her naked and twitching underneath me with a sticky mess all over her inner thighs.
“They can say whatever they want about me,” she continued. “The only opinion that matters to me inside this place is yours, and how I feel when I see you negates any bad things they might have to say.”
“Who’s saying bad things about you?”
“No one.”
“Are you lying to me?”
“Of course I am. You’re unhinged.”
