Page 132 of Brutal Savage

ELARA

Tynan stares at me from across the counter in the kitchen the next morning, sucking me into his gaze, and every cell in my body pulses.

I try not to react, especially with Brody right next to me.

Yet as his eyes continue to hold mine in that deep and searching way, my face heats up.

I force myself to look away, unable to handle the way he gazes at me. My gut tightens as thoughts of us from last night replay in my mind.

The things that man did to me.

Unspeakable things.

Twisting my body in ways I didn’t know I was capable of. I’ve never come that many times in one night before.

I would very much like to request a repeat.

His dark gray dress shirt stretches and conforms to his muscled chest, making my throat go dry. But that man could wear a garbage bag over his body and still look good. It’s seriously unfair.

He roughs a hand through his hair and messes it up a bit.

Jesus Christ.

I squeeze my thighs on the stool.

“Your grandma called while you were sleeping.” He drags a sip of his coffee, his heavily hooded gaze falling to my lips, and I shiver from the sultry attention.

“Oh? And you two had a nice chat, I assume?” A smile plays on my lips.

“We did, in fact.”

He fixes his navy silk tie, the muscle in his neck popping like he’s having a hard time being around me too. Like he wants to bring me back upstairs and remind me how good we are together.

My heartbeats stutter as the veins of his hand jerk when he runs it down his tie.

Yes, Elara. He’s hot. Time to get over that now.

I groan internally at myself. This is so not like me. I’m never this pathetic with men.

“She wanted to get lunch with you,” he interrupts my self-scolding. “So I told her that sounded like a good idea. I did also ask if she was interested in going shopping with you, which she was very eager about.”

My pulse gives a little thump as I gaze back at him.

His actions render me speechless.

I completely forgot that he mentioned I was going shopping today. But the fact that he planned a day for me and Gran really nudges at my heart.

“You okay?”

I nod, unable to hide my grin. “It’s just…that was sweet of you.”

Brody smiles as he bites into his bagel, and seeing this boy smiling so freely with each passing day brings me immense joy.

“It’s not a big deal.” He adds a few pieces of bacon to his plate. “Told her Rogue would pick her up in an hour.”

“Thank you.” I reach my hand for his and hold it tight, running my thumb over his knuckles.

His eyes close for a moment, like he’s savoring my touch. When our gazes connect this time, I find warmth.

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