Page 51 of Brutal Savage

He moves into my space, his hard body meeting my soft one. I look into his eyes as his knuckles brush down my cheek, and those treacherous tingles return.

I try to fight his touch, yet it just feels too good, like being pulled toward the fire, knowing you’re about to burn. But the warmth is just too alluring.

His lips brush across my ear. “I’d like us to be friends.”

“Please,” I beg with a shameful groan. “Please don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what, Ms. Hill?” He kisses the spot right below my ear, and I gasp in pleasure.

“That. I—I can’t…I can’t fight it.”

“Then don’t.” He fists my hair. “Look at me.”

I try not to. I can’t stare at this man without crumbling.

“I said look at me.”

And when I do, I find a man hungry and wanton.

“You’re slowly turning into my obsession.”

His confession causes my heartbeats to flutter even faster.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” His baritone is smooth and rough, a concoction of everything forbidden. “Do you understand?”

Why? Why do you care? is what I desperately want to ask.

But instead I say, “Yes.”

My breaths stutter as he sucks me further into his tempestuous gaze.

Stroking my jaw with the back of his hand, he lowers his face until only the breadth of a whisper remains between us.

Then his lips crash into mine, like a wild and vicious storm. His tongue roughly parts my mouth, invading me without a fight.

I’m weak for him, and he knows it.

My nails sink into his muscled back, his palm gripping my ass, while the other clutches my hair, deepening our connection.

I can’t stop moaning as his wicked mouth peppers passionate kisses down my throat, biting the skin between my neck and shoulder.

“We can’t…” My pulse beats like drums in my ears.

That kiss, it was everything I could’ve wanted. But it’s not enough, and my body knows it.

“Why not?” He captures my lips again, kissing me slowly this time, like he wants to show me that he can be both men—the quiet and the loud, the gentleman and the beast.

“Because I could lose my job.” I tug on his hair, groaning with unspeakable pleasure. “And I don’t date.”

“I wasn’t looking to date you, Ms. Hill.” His growling rumbles as he squeezes my ass, pressing me into his rock-hard erection.

My face instantly heats up from his words, and I push off of him. Of course a man like him doesn’t date. He just fucks anything that walks.

“Great. Glad we’re on the same page. Let’s never do this again.” I start toward my fridge, needing a bottle of water for my dry throat.

He prowls behind me, palms landing on my shoulders, fingers tracing up and down my arms. “Do you want to date me? Is that what has you so upset?”

I laugh and whip around to face him. “Wow. You’re one smug jerk.” Moving closer, I pop my chin and push my body against his. “I’m not looking to date you, nor am I looking for a quick fuck. From you or anyone.”

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