Page 64 of Savagely Yours
I couldn’t even see the wall behind her head any longer. I could see nothing past her.
“Dez, I’m glad I have you,” she said. “I know I’ve thanked you for everything you’ve done for me, but I’m taking it back to day one. Had we not gotten to know each other, I would haveassumed a lot of things about you. It would have felt safer to give myself reasons not to trust you outside of what you were being paid to do. But jeez,” she placed a hand against the side of my face, “you turned out to be so wonderful. I’m grateful for you. Not everyone has someone like you.”
I cleared my throat. “No one does. I’m a rare type.”
She snickered. “Like a Pokémon.”
“Exactly, except I only belong to one person.”
“Is that person me?”
I paused to avoid stumbling over the single word. “Yes.”
Closing her eyes, she cradled the back of my head and leaned in until her lips brushed mine—which was a problem.
A massive problem.
“Um…” Her eyes opened, and she placed a half-inch gap between us. “So, did I read that moment wro?—”
I brought her mouth back to mine.
Before she could blink, my tongue was down her throat, to the point that I was surprised she didn’t choke. Had I the ability, I would have pulled her so close that we ended up sharing a rib cage.
She threaded her fingers through my hair.
When she moaned, I realized that it was probably helpful for our cover that we madesomenoise, though I suspected it wouldn’t be a cover for much longer. If I got any harder, my dick alone could break down Totten’s front walls for our escape, but we wouldn’t get far. A few yards later, they would find us in the bushes.
Fucking.
She tapped my shoulder and pulled away.
I licked my lips, gave her about one second of air, and dove back in. Our feverish and crazed pace slowed to sultry brushes and flicks, and I lay her back on the bed, lodging my bodybetween her thighs. Without the thick uniform pants, I knew she could feel every single inch I wanted to slide inside her.
She smiled against my lips.
Helpless, I smiled in return.
“I’ve been thinking about doing that since forever,” she said, running her thumb along my bottom lip. “You’re a surprisingly amazing kisser.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Surprisingly?”
“My exes were either bad or decent kissers.”
“I’ve officially lost interest in this conversation.”
She laughed.
Helpless once more, I smiled in response.
We returned to the lazy, languid pace that allowed me to get better acquainted with the inner workings of her mouth. She caressed my arms and shoulders. When she raised her hips, I answered by pressing against her and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties.
“All Class Ones report to Woodhaven conference room.”
Seconds later, Cerner’s voice came through:
“Harding, go to 4.”
Larke pulled away.
