Page 15 of Filthy Savage

When the doors open, he’s the first to get out, waiting for me to follow. A few steps to the right, and we’re beside my room.

He hands me a keycard. “I’ll get you in a couple of hours.”

“Okay. Where are you staying?”

My eyes enlarge when he gestures toward the room next door.

“Oh.”

He chuckles dryly before his face turns intense. “Don’t look that excited.”

Those eyes hungrily scan my body, and my nipples grow achy and tight.

I clear my throat. “I just didn’t realize you’re right next to me.”

How am I going to sleep knowing this man is next door?

His hand lowers to my chin and he grasps it firmly, causing every inch of me to come alive. His eyes sink into mine—so deep and forceful, all I want is to be kissed by him. To feel something.Anything. It’s been so long since I’ve felt things besides anger and sadness.

I want to get lost in someone and forget my problems for a night.

His thumb brushes over my lips. “I wanted to be close by in case that asshole comes back.”

My skin tingles. He cared enough to watch out for me twice now.

“Thank you,” I whisper, the air around us thick with something I can’t name.

Temptation? Yearning?

His jaw flexes, eyes glassy as he peers at my parted mouth. I grow slick between my thighs, never once having felt this much desire for a man before.

“Go on inside,” he rasps, like a warning. Like if I don’t, he won’t be able to stop himself.

I don’t want him to.

When I bite my lip again, he growls.

“Fuck.” His croaky, hungered baritone sets my skin ablaze.

My heart races as he drops his mouth lower, and when it strokes mine, I let out a little moan.

But it’s not enough. I want a real kiss. An earth-shattering kiss.

“I need you to go inside, little rabbit.” His hand sinks into my hair and he tugs my head back, not letting me go.

Little rabbit.

My chest swells at the nickname.

His warm breath cascades down the column of my throat, and my palms grasp his biceps, hard and strong, causing my body to turn molten. I’d let this man do anything to me right now.

Forget my insecurities. Forget everything but the two of us.

My God. Emily was right, and I haven’t even slept with him.

“You’re killing me.” His whispered breath across the shell of my ear has me clenching my knees, aching for him, needing to feel him inside me.

His head moves back an inch, eyes boring deeper before his mouth falls closer.

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