Page 68 of Ruthless Savage

On my fingers, I can still smell her arousal, the way she gave me that. Or gave him that. This is hell, her thinking it was someone else.

I weave back and cup her face in both hands, searching her eyes for more. More of anything. I love her too damn much. Life isn’t fair sometimes.

“I’ve just had a bad day.” Her mouth thins, and her eyes fill with moisture. “Will you…”

“Ask me,” I tell her.

Because in this moment, I’d give her anything.

“Will you stay with me? I just don’t want to be alone right now.” Her voice breaks, and I want to be the one to put it back together.

“Aye.” I can’t stop looking at her, and the more our gazes twine, the more our hearts do too.

My hand lowers until my fingers slip through hers, and she’s pulling me onto her bed.

She climbs in first, and I remove my shoes and slip off my jacket before sliding in beside her. It’s soft as I land on her pillow and smells just like her. My Eriu.

She faces me, and the back of my hand brushes down her cheek. Her lashes flutter and her lips part.

“Tell me what has you upset.”

“Everything?” She laughs, but it’s more like a cry. “I’m scared, Devlin. I’m really scared I’m gonna have to marry him, and I’m running out of time.”

“I promise I’ll figure it out.”

The more she stares at me, the more I want to kiss her as I glance down at her soft, tempting lips.

“There's no time left,” she whispers. “Before I know it, I’m gonna be walking down the aisle toward that man, and I can’t do it.” She swipes under her eye. “I’ll do anything to avoid it.”

“Mm-hmm.” I lose all sense being this close to her body, remembering how good she felt when I touched her sweet pussy.

Gently, I push away a loose strand of hair from her eyes. “It's gonna be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Devlin…” she whispers, her fingers reaching for my face, feathering over the stubble of my jaw.

I release a low groan, unable to contain it, not when she’s touching me this way. She holds her breath; her awestruck look has my cock throbbing. Like a little deer stuck in headlights. Wanna feck it right out of her.

Before I can stop her, she lowers her mouth to my jaw and gives it a little kiss.

“Christ. What are you doing?” I grunt.

My hand clutches the back of her head, but I make no attempt to push her away. Instead, the devil in me fights to keep her. Her lips on me is like tasting the poisoned apple from a tree. Now I just want to sin and take everything she offers.

“This is wrong.” My fingers sink into her hair. “We can’t be doing this.”

But I don’t even sound like I mean it.

Her eyes search mine, brows hunched in frustration. “None of this feels wrong.”

She swipes a thumb across my lips, and I give it a little nip, unable to control what’s happening. She tries to lean into my mouth, but I take a fistful of her hair and jerk her back.

With a whimper, she palms my chest. “Stop fighting me, Devlin. Don't you wonder what it would be like? For us to be together?”

“All the bloody time.” The confession slips out easily.

Her eyes burst.

“Then why? Why won’t you be with me?” she asks so vulnerably.

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