Page 92 of Savage

MY CHEST HEAVED as I stared down at Cooper.

Granted, I’d laid him out much gentler than I would others, but I wasn’t out to hurt him, just prove a point. He had no idea how deadly this city could be, especially in the places he’d been sniffing around lately. But no matter what I said to him, nothing seemed to be getting through.

So maybe this little demonstration was what had been needed.

It wasn’t my original goal when I’d come to the gym. I’d wanted some alone time, time to work off my frustration and calm down. But when Cooper had stepped inside the studio and come at me for trying to protect him, something inside me snapped. His constant habit of putting himself in dangerous situations was driving me fucking crazy.

And so was the way he was looking at me right now.

Where there should be fear, or shock, in those blue eyes, all I could see was a dark desire as they roamed down over my naked chest and stopped at the waist of my pants. That look was trouble,hewas fucking trouble, and if he was smart, he’d get to his feet and hightail it out of here, putting several doors and floors between us.

I wanted to equal parts punish and pleasure him. I wanted to open his eyes to what could happen when he trusted the wrong person—or stranger slipping through a window—while also protecting him from that very danger.

And wasn’tthatthe biggest joke of all—I was worried about Cooper’s naivety when it had been the very thing I originally preyed on.

So who was I really trying to protect him from?

Cooper’s breathing was coming a little faster now. But what had started out as an emotional kind of frustration had now turned physical.

I should walk away. I should leave him to find his way back to the penthouse and get the hell out of there before I did something stupid. But when he slicked his tongue along his lower lip, my decision was made for me.

I reached for the button on my pants and undid it, and Cooper arched his hips off the mat. That was an invitation if ever I’d seen one. An invitation to come andreallywork out his body.

I unzipped, and he did the same, and by the time I was on my knees at the end of his feet he was shoving his jeans down his hips and I was pulling the denim away. Cooper gasped as the cool air hit his fevered skin, but I didn’t give him time to think as I tossed his jeans aside and moved up between his legs.

I planted a hand on either side of his head, using my body to keep him in place, as I hovered over the top of him. “Do you understand now?” I asked, wanting to keep him close but also prove just how easy it was to trap him if he wasn’t paying attention.

“That you’re an overprotective control freak?”

“When it comes to you, fucking count on it.”

“Is that supposed to scare me?” Cooper said as he got his legs out from under me and wrapped them around mine.

“No.” My eyes narrowed on his defiant ones. “It’s just the way it is.”

“And that bothers you?”

“It sure as hell doesn’t help me sleep at night.” I crushed my mouth to his in an effort to push those complicated feelings aside, but all it did was bring them roaring to the surface.

Flames licked across my skin, spreading heat throughout my body as the first taste of him hit my tongue. Sweet, defiant, and a little salty in attitude and flavor, Cooper reached for the back of my neck and pulled me in closer.

I’d thought the best way to get my aggression out was a couple rounds with the bag. But as my tongue and legs tangled with Cooper’s, I realized the best way to ease this brand of frustration was to go a couple rounds with the man who’d caused it.

I swept my tongue around every inch of his delectable mouth, rolling my hips and reveling in the feel of his hard cock aligning with mine.

It had always been like this with us, from the very first time in his apartment to right here, right now. I’d touch him, he’d go up in flames, and then together we would burn until we consumed one another.

The fact he didn’t know that, or believed he’d once felt this with someone else, was a whole other side to my frustration I didn’t even dare touch, because how could I compete with my fucking self?

I growled and ripped my mouth from his, my need for him too strong as I stared down at the most perfect face I’d ever seen. With soft pink cheeks that matched his swollen wet lips, Cooper pushed every single button I had.

I’d never been the type to get lost in a pretty face. But I couldn’t walk away from him now. I was in too deep. I wantedhim too much, and no matter how many times I told myself this was temporary, it didn’t matter.

I moved up to my knees and ran my eyes down to where his stiff dick was testing the confines of his briefs, and licked my lips.

“Show me your cock.”

Cooper bit into his pouty lip and reached into his briefs to pull out his long, veiny erection.

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