Page 35 of Save Me

This is the first time I’ve seen her in a week since our date at the gun range. Due to work commitments and the fact that she took an impromptu trip—one she is unaware that I know about—out of town for her investigation, I haven’t had a chance to see her.

Today, I want her all to myself.

“You’ll find out once we arrive,” I reply, keeping the smirk off my face. I know she’s serious, but dammit, if it doesn’t make my dick hard when she’s being stubborn.

Her eyes narrow, and I stare at how the sunlight glints as it hits her brown orbs. Without conscious thought, I move so close that our lips are mere inches apart. My gaze lingers on her lips before meeting her eyes again.

“Get in the car, Kennedy.” Though unintended, my voice comes out in a growl.

Her lips part, and that vein in her neck quickens slightly.

She likes being told what to do.

“Where. Are. We. Going?” she insists. Yet, she doesn’t try to move away or break free of the way I’ve caged her in between the car door and my body.

“On a date.”

She shakes her head. The brown locks she chose to wear today swish around her shoulders. The urge to entwine my fingers in her hair, capture those lips, and make her surrender to my will is almost unbearable.

I force myself to remember that we’re in public. All of her looks of passion and murmurs of pleasure will be for my eyes and ears only. Thus, instead of taking her the way I want to, I step closer, taking one of her curls and coiling it around my finger.

I hover my face so our lips are less than an inch apart. “Get in the car, Kennedy. It’ll be worth your while.”

“And if I don’t?”

Her challenge makes my dick press against the zipper of my pants.

“Then I’ll make you,” I reply right before lowering my head and nipping her earlobe with my teeth.

Her entire body shudders.

She’s so responsive.

The challenge lingers in her eyes. If I had to guess, I would say she wants to ask how I would make her. I have a few options I can think of. Putting her over my knee is number one on my list, but like I said, we’re in public.

“You’re going to enjoy where we’re going. I promise,” I finally say.

She looks me up and down, and I do the same. I note the way the perfectly fitting jeans snuggle her hips, the oversized, V-neck green T-shirt complements the red undertones of her light brown skin, and the light makeup she’s wearing that gives her eyes an even more feline shape but doesn’t obscure her freckles.

I could stare at her for hours and never get bored or tired.

“Fine, but it better be fun. And I have more questions about Blackmon,” she relents, getting in the car.

The drive will take about thirty minutes.

“And you can tell me what you did while you were out of town,” I reply. The tracker on her phone told me when she was at the airport. I gave it a few hours before I called her.

Turns out, she was in the home state of the girl who committed suicide. Which also happens to be Blackmon’s home state.

“Do you know anything about Blackmon’s church affiliation?”

I force myself not to tighten my grip on the wheel. It’s his damn affiliation that’s putting Blackmon in a position for consideration with the Global Group.

“He does a lot of charity work through it,” I tell her.

She nods. “Yeah, I found that out on my work trip.” Her voice is heavy as she says this.

“We’re here,” I tell her a while later.

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