Page 72 of Savage

Jaxon dared to run his index finger across my collarbone. The touch sent a signal straight to my lady parts. My need for this man was obviously stronger than my willpower.

“It wasn’t nothing when you were screaming my name.” He was now watching me with a mixture of temper and lust.

Embarrassed heat bloomed through me. Kill me, kill me now.

“Oh my God, you’ve slept together. I knew it!” Chris exclaimed with an odd bark of glee. I was surprised he didn’t jump up and down and clap his hands. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.

“Keep your voice down,” Jaxon snarled, shooting a dark glance around us.

So, he didn’t want everyone to know our dirty little secret. I pushed away those thoughts, ‘dirty little secret’ made me sad, as that wasn’t what it had been for me at all. The conversation was now tainting it.

My shoulders dropped and I stepped back, craning my neck to retrain eye contact. “I can’t believe you’ve just said that in front of everyone.”

“And I can’t believe you’re so fucking deluded as to think you hate me,” he stated arrogantly. “Where do you get the guts to say that to me after everything that’s happened?”

The discussion, if you could call it that, was now just between the two of us. Chris and Melody were there but had faded away into the background as Jaxon and I locked horns.

I released an annoyed breath. Our verbal fencing was now rapid and unfettered. “I do hate you, especially now.”

“Really? That’s not what you said at the hotel,” Jaxon batted back, giving no quarter. A vein throbbed in his temple which proved how wound up he was, even though he appeared to keep his cool so much better than me.

“You fucking loved it and you were extremely vocal,” he sneered. Of course, he was right. Sex with Jaxon had been even better than any fantasy I had created in my head, but I needed to build up my defences again.

“And what did I say?” My head was all a muddle. What had I said again? Oh yes, the love thing. Shit.

“You’re in love with me.”

It was like a kick in the teeth. My pulse quickened.

“What? No, I’m not,” I lied. Was my nose growing? My temper certainly was.

And then Jaxon took things up a step. “I remember it well, I was inside you at the time,” he baited, the sexually suggestive way he spoke those words sent another jet of heat between my legs. The grip I had on my control then snapped, and I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face.

Melody’s gasp echoed between us and Chris blurted, “Fuck me, bro.”

Jaxon’s jaw had been clenched, like he had poised himself; prepared for my attack. He probably got off on physical conflict as well as verbal. My wrist ached and I longed to rub it with the other hand, but I was determined not to show any more weakness.

Jaxon’s face didn’t even move with the impact, but I could see the red imprint of my hand appearing, along with his fury.

“You’re a pig and I wish I’d never met you!” I knew I needed to get out of there and I shoved past Chris and Melody, half sprinting towards the doors. I needed space and fast before I lost my shit completely.

I heard Jaxon curse as I moved away and then I could feel him at my heels. He was coming after me. I picked up the pace and made it out into the hallway.

As I was about to take the stairs to my room, he caught me roughly by the arm, swinging me around to face him and I struggled. To control my movements, he grabbed my other arm and shook me, once, my head rattled back on my neck.

“Will you just stop,” he boomed.

“Let go of me,” I yelled back at him, unable to free my upper arms from his grasp. He tightened his grip making me wince, but it didn’t matter; I knew my body would surrender to any bad thing he wanted to do to me.

Jaxon must have seen his grip hurt and he released me and placed his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Please, just listen to me.” His tone had dropped, he was trying to claw control back, I could see it in the mixture of emotions which crossed his face.

“I’m done listening to you. I’ve had enough Jaxon,” I shot out making to turn away again but he snagged my wrist. I instantly shot a glance down toward where he held me. My expression told him I wasn’t happy that he was manhandling me. And again, Jaxon let go like he’d burnt his fingers.

He took a deep breath and then dashed a hand down his face. “Will you just hear me out and stop fighting me?”

“No,” I stated moodily, staring at the floor, suddenly wanting to blah my eyes out.

“Don’t you dare cry,” he warned with a dark look.

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