Page 104 of Savage

“Is there something else you wanted?”

He tossed the knife in the air without looking, caught it, and pointed the tip in my direction. “Yes. I want that shirt on the fucking floor.”

Now that was an order I was quick to follow—and seriously hard from.

Lachlan waited until I pulled the shirt over my head and threw it in the corner before he began to slice the steak. The delicious smells mixing in the air made my stomach rumble, but I wasn’t sure which hunger would win out if given the choice.

“Do I get a taste?”

“You think you deserve one?”

“I do.” I held up my hands. “All my fingers are still accounted for. That should get me something.”

Lachlan cut a piece off the meat and held it between his fingers as he walked back over to me, juice running down his hand. “This what you want?”

My dick jerked as I leaned forward and bit down. The meat’s flavor burst onto my tongue, rich and savory. Lachlan watched my mouth like a man in a trance as I chewed and swallowed, and when he went to walk away I grabbed hold of his wrist.

“Where are you going? I wasn’t finished.” I leaned forward to lick a path down his hand and wrist, lapping up the juice like the greedy man I was.

Lachlan growled. “Fuck, Cooper.”

I raised my eyes to his, and the dark arousal swirling there made my pulse kick.

“Uh uh,” I said. “Dinner first,thendessert.”

Lachlan’s jaw bunched as I let go of his arm, and minutes later he had everything set atop the island to prepare our meal.

“Well…” He looked over to me sitting shirtless on the counter and crooked a finger. “Come and get it.”

Was he kidding? I’d be lucky if I could walk from one end of the kitchen to the other with as hard as I was.

“I’ll come over there when you even the playing field.” I eyed his shirt and gestured. “Get rid of the shirt, Chef Stone.”

Lachlan pulled his shirt tails from his pants and I slipped off the counter, and with every step I took toward him he freed a button until I was standing directly in front of him. But when I reached out to touch him, he sidestepped me and pointed to the food. I turned to look at the impressive spread that now included tortillas and cheese.

“Trust me,” he said, “you’re going to need the sustenance for what’s coming next.”

A shiver raced through me as he tossed his shirt over the other side of the counter.

“Make up a plate, Cooper.” He pressed a kiss to the side of my neck. “The sooner you eat, the sooner I get to eatyou.”

I piled up two tacos and moved to the other side of the island and sat. When he took the seat beside me, we dug in. Silence descended as if by some pre-arranged agreement. Or maybe it was just that we both knew what was coming after the meal.

Not to take away from how damn good the food was, but with a half-naked Lachlan sitting next to me, radiating some seriousfucking heat, it was all I could do to chew and swallow my tacos and not choke on them.

When I took the final bite of my meal and turned, we each pushed our plates aside and looked one another over.

Then, as if he could read my mind, Lachlan grinned sinfully and reached for me.

“You better have left room for dessert.”

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LACHLAN

ICOULD BARELY get through the damn meal with Cooper making eyes at me like that.

I should’ve bent him over my knee the second he flirted with me, but I thought we could restrain ourselves enough to have a meal.

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