Page 13 of Save Me

Jesus Christ.

"I have to find out who did it," she whispers. "If I don't, my dad won't ever let her come home. She's mytwin. Bringing her home is worth any risk."

"Goddammit," I growl, spearing my hands into her hair. I want to tell her no again. Flat out refuse, even if it means she hates me for it. That's the safe, sane thing to do. But…I know a thing or two about risking everything to protect someone you love. My life is a fucking trainwreck because I've been doing the same damn thing—risking everything, keeping quiet—to protect my mother.

So I don't tell her no. I don't say anything.

Instead, I kiss her again, claiming her mouth like it's mine to take. And right now? In this moment? It feels like mine. She feels like mine—even if I'll never be good enough for her. I want to be that man. Christ, do I ever. So for this moment at least, I let myself pretend I am.

My tongue teases along her bottom lip until she parts for me with a sweet little gasp, granting me entry. I groan, pulling her closer. Even with her body pressed tightly to mine, the panic doesn't come. My lungs don't close up. All I feel is the wayshe squirms against me, panting. All I want is her writhing in ecstasy.

I nip her bottom lip before slipping my tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. She gasps again, her hands flying to my hair.

The way she tugs sends lava churning through my veins.

I boost her up into my arms, ready to fucking devour her.

"Brantley," she whimpers, her legs wrapping around my waist.

I growl, burying my face in her throat, trying not to lose my mind at the feel of her grinding against my cock. Her hot little pussy is right there—right fucking there.

"Stop me before this goes too far, Isla," I grit out, nipping and biting the soft skin of her throat, trying like hell to taste every inch of her I can get my mouth on.

There's still no panic. There's only her and the need raging through my veins in an inferno. I want her wild for me. I want…Jesus. I want her beneath me, coming apart around me, more than I want my next breath.

I've never wanted a drink more than I want her crying out my name. Matter of fact, I can't think of anything I've ever wanted more than I want to know what she sounds like shattered and satisfied because I made her crack.

"No," she whimpers. "Don't stop, Brantley."

I should anyway. Of course I should. She barely knows me. Her father will kill me. My life is a goddamn mess. She deserves better. There are a million reasons this shouldn't happen. But none of that stops me from spinning us until I'm lowering her to the couch beneath me.

She arches, mewling like a greedy little kitten when I rock my hips so my cock grinds against her pussy. Her dazed eyes meet mine, the pupils blown wide.

Goddamn. She's beautiful when she's horny.

"You really should have stopped me," I mutter, nipping her bottom lip. "I might not stop at all now. Not with you looking at me like that."

"No objections here," she moans, throwing her head back. "You look pretty good yourself."

"Oh, yeah?" I grin, leaning down to wrap my lips around one hard nipple through her shirt and bra. I bite down, cum leaking into my boxers when she shouts my name, her heels digging into my ass.

"Brantley. Oh my… Why does that feel so good?"

I lift my head, my eyes locking with hers as shock rips through me. "No one has ever touched you before, have they, little bird?"

"No."

"Ah, goddamn." I lunge for her mouth, kissing her like a wild beast as one hand slides down her stomach, seeking the button on her jeans. "You really shouldn't have told me that, Isla. Now, I have to fucking know…"

"Know what?" she gasps.

"Exactly what you sound like coming apart for me." I pop the button and then inch down the zipper, my eyes locked on her face. "I want your voice to be the one I hear in my dreams, little bird. Only yours."

Her brows furrow and then her eyes fly open wide. "Brantley, are you…?" Her tongue skates along her bottom lip. "You've never–?"

"Nope. Didn't want anyone touching me until a sweet little bird with a gorgeous blue eyes and a pretty smile sashayed into my office. Couldn't stand the thought of anyone touching me." I tug her shirt up a little, revealing a tantalizing strip of her soft belly. I lean down, planting my lips against it. "But you aren't just anyone, Isla. You're magic." I nip her skin, slipping my hand into her pants. "Every fucking thing about you is magic."

"Brantley, what…Oh, my god!" Her back bows off the couch, her mouth popping open as a decadent moan rolls from her lips.

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