Page 81 of Brutal Savage

He grins, and I swear every time he does, it’s something I can’t explain in words.

“Okay, buckle yourself in.” She pats his knee. “I’ll be right behind you.”

He nods and does as he’s told.

She ignores me as I walk back to the car with her by my side.

“It never ceases to amaze me how good you are with him.”

“He makes it easy.” She opens the car door, her back to me, but I register the smile in her voice and it sets my heart ablaze.

I wrap my arm around her front and kiss her shoulder. She inhales sharply and stays in my embrace, unable to move or do much of anything.

And neither can I.

Why is it so easy with her when I barely even know her? Why does it feel like everything is possible when I’m this close to her?

She turns in my arms, her brows furrowed as she scans my lips before staring up at me. “You really shouldn’t be touching me like this in front of Brody. It will give him the wrong idea.”

With a ragged sigh, I let her go. She’s right; I should keep my hands off her. Though not because of Brody.

She brings things out in me I have no interest in.

A business arrangement. That’s all this will be.

Marrying her.

Fucking her.

Getting her pregnant.

Rinse and repeat.

No feelings.

No attachments.

That’s all.

“You coming?” Those eyes call to me, and this fierce instantaneous possessiveness latches on to me.

Shit. I’m so fucked.

“Get in.” I help her inside, grabbing the seat belt and securing it around her.

She doesn’t protest. What a fast learner. My mouth tugs at the corner.

Making it to my side, I turn the car on, getting us on the road and following Rogue.

Her eyes drift to my groin, my cock thick and hard.

She fights not to stare, squeezing her knees tight and shifting uncomfortably in her seat. But she just can’t help herself.

Thoughts of prying her thighs apart and tasting her overtake me until I’m the one shifting in my seat.

I glance down at my erection. “Bad wife. Look what you did.”

Her throat bobs as she clears it. “I’m not your wife.”

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