Page 17 of Savage

I couldn’t help but smile at his bravado as I walked him back, his breathing coming even faster now as his back hit the wall.

Pesky small apartments.

“You should be.”

“If you wanted to hurt me, you already would’ve.”

So logic was finally starting to reassert itself.Can’t have that.

“Says who?”

Quick as a flash, I hauled Cooper forward and he gasped. I spun him around and crowded him up against the flat surface, and this time I followed, aligning my body to his.

Fuck, this hadn’t been the plan tonight.

I’d wanted to see him again, yes. But nowhere in that scenario could I have imagined pinning him to the wall—or getting hard. There was no use denying it. Not with the way my cock was trying to bust through my zipper.

Cooper trembled against me, from fear or desire, I couldn’t be sure. But the response spurred something dark inside me, something savage.

“So trusting,” I said, my voice low, my face so close to his cheek that my hood brushed up against it. “Such a Boy Scout.”

“Scout…” He shifted against my hold, and when his ass grazed my hard dick, a soft moan escaped him.

Nowthatwas definitely from desire.

“You called me that before.”

Yes, I had. But the fact he remembered was interesting. There’d been so much going on that night that part of me had wondered if he’d locked it all away, never to think of it again.But apparently not.

Had he dreamed about me? Was he dreaming right now?

I’d thought so when I first climbed in, but when he gripped my thigh, I could tell he was waking. His dream was becoming more lucid, the fire licking through his veins waking him up.

And that was my cue to leave.

I took a reluctant step away, and as I backed up to the window, Cooper turned. He didn’t follow me, didn’t make a move in my direction. Instead, he leaned back against the wall, his sweats barely able to contain his own erection, as he watched me through eyes dark with arousal.

This had gotten way out of hand. Not thatmybody was behaving itself either.

Knowing I needed to get out of there or risk doing something stupid, like crossing the room, stripping him naked, and revealing all my secrets, I turned toward the window and climbed out onto the fire escape.

“Wait.”

Don’t go back or you’ll never leave.

I turned my head to the side, but stayed right where I was.

“Will you”—he hesitated—“come back tomorrow?”

“I can’t.”

“Or you won’t?”

When I didn’t have an answer for that, he moved closer.

“I’ll leave the window open.”

So trusting.Tootrusting. It made me want to turn around and show him why he shouldn’t be.

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