Page 128 of Brutal Savage

Two shapes that shouldn’t quite fit, yet somehow they do.

A thumb strokes my jawline while his tongue invades without mercy. Without permission.

And my world only knows one thing right now: how good it is to be Tynan Quinn’s wife.

TYNAN

We make it home close to two in the morning, and I don’t remember having such a good time at any of the past fundraisers.

I glance at her, sitting on the edge of the bed, ready to undo the straps of her shoes.

“Let me.” I walk over, grabbing under her knee, lifting her foot up to my chest.

I stare into her eyes as I grab her ankle, slowly slipping off the high heel and rubbing the sole of her foot as she groans.

“Feel good?”

“So good. My feet have been hurting all night.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I massage her foot, doing the same to the other. “I would’ve taken you up to my suite at the hotel and let you rest.”

“Mm,” she groans, closing her eyes, her body falling backward against the bed.

Fuck, she looks so sexy.

“Keep doing that…” She bites her bottom lip, her face contorting in pleasure as I suck her toes into my mouth.

She sighs, eyes heavy. “That feels so good.”

“I like making you feel good, mo chuisle.”

“Mo chuisle. What does it mean?” she whispers.

I want to tell her. I should. But a part of me feels as though I’m giving something to her, something I’ve never been ready to give anyone.

But it’s just words. That’s all.

“My pulse.”

“Why?” Her brows knit, those eyes lighting up, waiting for me to tell her.

“Because…you’ve made my heart beat like it never has before.”

“Tynan…” Her voice cracks, a breath catching in her throat.

Carefully I lower her foot onto the floor and start dragging up her gown. “This dress, it’s beautiful on you.”

“Thank you.” Her chest rises and falls desperately like she needs it.

And I need her too.

Right now.

Right here.

I need my wife.

“Take it off. Unless you’re not all that attached to it. Then I’ll gladly rip it off.”

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