Page 53 of Savage Heart

Come on, you can do this. It’s just Trouble’s home, no big deal.

And itwasa home.

It took grit to let Trouble help her from the truck, his hands reaching up to span her waist and help her down. Once her feet touched the ground, though, his left hand stayed on her waist, only sliding around to press against the small of her back. Shivers shuddered through her, making her nipples hard. God, she was thankful that he wasn’t looking at her right then.

He’s only leading you to the house...and making sure you remain steady. He isn’t touching you because hecan’t not.

Her thoughts were all over the place when Trouble unlocked the door and stepped aside to let her through the door first.

Her breath stuck in her throat as her eyes took in Trouble’s…home.

It was an open concept with the small living room, dining room, and kitchen connected. A long marble peninsula separated the dining room and kitchen, but the kitchen still looked open and airy. It helped that there were two skylights in the ceiling over the kitchen, letting in brilliant sunlight that glinted off the brushed silver finishes on the cabinets and the stainless-steel appliances.

The living room was cozy, with a single brown leather couch, and a dark blue Lazy Boy recliner facing the 70” TV mounted on the wall over an entertainment center that was basically bare aside from some thick manuals for motorcycle repair, and some custom motorcycle magazines. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere.

As if reading her mind, Trouble offered, “Daisy comes to clean once a week. I pay her.”

Daisy was one of the clubwhores—one of the nicer ones, but she was still one woman that Trouble, no doubt, fucked.

Did he fuck her in this house?

“I haven’t fucked her here,” he said, his voice coming from right behind her. She tensed, hating that not only had he read her mind once again, but that she cared enough to be even slightly jealous.

She flapped her hand with forced nonchalance. “I don’t care who you fuck, as long as you don’t do it around Erika.”

She could feel the whole of his massive body turn to stone.

He leaned down until his mouth brushed against her ear, his chest against her back, and growled, “First, I will never do anythin’ in front of our daughter thatyouwouldn’t. Believe that. I might not have been her father the last almost ten years, but I am now, and I plan to make sure neither of you have complaints. That said, I have never fucked a woman in this house. I only let them in here to clean and grab some clothes for me if I need to leave for club business in a hurry. Aside from Daisy cleanin’, Fae, Tessa, and Skathi have been here, but that’s it.”

Liz swallowed, hating how her body wanted to lean back, melt into the heat of his body.

“And as for you not carin’ about who I fuck….” He chuckled darkly, wickedly, and her body responded with a blast of heat, awakening that slut in her panties. Her breath caught on his next words, “That’s done. There are no other women, because I only need one.You.” He brushed his lips over that spot right under her ear, the spot he knew would make her purr. “You and me…we’re happenin’. I messed up, Liz, I know that. But I’m not that same man I was, baby. I’ll show you that we’re meant to be together, and when I do, you will be the only one I’m fuckin’. For the rest of my life.”

Then, his heat was gone, and she was left standing there, staring into the living space, her body trembling, her heartracing, her mind in turmoil. Anger wrestled with desire, and they both grappled with wariness. But before she could scream or rage or throw herself at him like a hussy, he called, “Let me show you to your room.”

You and me…we’re happenin’….

We’re meant to be together….

The only one I’m fuckin’….

Hell, the man was certifiable if he believed any of the shit he was saying.

But that thought did nothing to snuff out that flickering ember deep inside her, the one she’d foolishly believed she’d doused completely years ago.

Unable to get herself together enough to put her thoughts in order, she had just enough mental energy to put one foot in front of the other.

She’d deal with the crazy shit he said later. Much, much later.

She followed him down a hallway to a room on the right.

Trouble stepped through the doorway first.

The bedroom was on the small side, just big enough for a single bed, a small three drawer dresser, and a closet. It was all she needed, really.

She wouldn’t be there long.

At least that’s what she was telling her pussy, which wanted to sit on Trouble’s now smirking face.

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