Page 107 of Savage

IWAS IN heaven.

There was no other word for it, because being wrapped up in Lachlan’s arms, in his bed, in hishome, was the best feeling I’d had in my life.

It felt so right that I never wanted to leave. And if his promises were true, he wasn’t going to ever let me.

I snuggled in closer, my back pressed up against his chest, his arm heavy over my waist. No one in the world was safer than I was in that moment. Or more wanted. Because the truth was, Lachlan Stone wanted me. He’d fallen for me the same way I had for him, and this thing between was really happening.

No, notthing. Relationship.

Shit, did I call him my boyfriend now? Were we too old for labels like that? He wasn’tthatmuch older than me at thirty-seven, but he seemed so much wiser, or maybe that was because he was aware of things in the world I couldn’t even comprehend…yet.

Lachlan stirred and pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. His voice was still thick with sleep as he said, “How are you awake? I thought you’d be passed out for days.”

I should’ve been. How did I admit that while my body was exhausted, my mind was too excited about possibilities to sleep? Especially when no dream could outpace my reality.

“Oh, I won’t be moving anytime soon,” I said, angling my head so that he could continue planting sleepy kisses down the side of my neck. “Just feeling really”—I searched for the right word—“happy.”

His arm tightened around me, and I thought I felt his lips curve against my skin.

“Because you’re mine.” He didn’t say it like a question, but like a fact I couldn’t deny.

I rolled over, every muscle in my body screaming, but I wanted to see his face when I told him, “Because you’re mine right back.”

Lachlan’s response was a slow, sexy smile that melted my insides and confirmed we were on the same page.

Mine. His.

Fuckingswoon.

He kissed me then, unhurried, his tongue tracing my lips before diving in to explore my mouth. Strong hands rubbed along my back, holding me close. If I died right then, I would’ve died the most content person who’d ever lived.

Somewhere in the house, a phone began to ring, loud and insistent. Lachlan’s entire body tensed before he tore off the covers and jumped out of bed. The way he didn’t hesitate had me sitting up, watching warily as he answered the call.

I couldn’t even find it in me to enjoy the eyeful of his gloriously naked body, not with the tense expression on his face as he listened.

“Got it.” That was all he said before hanging up and heading back to the bedroom.

“What was?—”

“It’s going down. Get dressed. They’ll be here soon.” He tossed me my heap of clothes from the floor and then disappeared into his closet as my heart began to hammer.

Shit.It was happening. Our little bubble had just burst, and now we had to prepare for an entirely different, probably dangerous, situation.

I forgot all about the ache in my well-used body as I threw my clothes back on and ran a hand through my hair a few times. Lachlan emerged a couple minutes later, dressed entirely in black, and it stopped me in my tracks.

He looked lethal, and so fucking hot I could only stare.

Black leather pants. Tactical Henley. Boots. And a fierce look in his eye that made my heart skip a few beats.

That outfit—it was so familiar, yet I’d only ever seen Lachlan in a suit…

“You ready?” he said.

“What’s happening? Are we meeting everyone somewhere?”

“They’ll be downstairs in”—Lachlan looked at his watch—“less than a minute.”

“Oh shit,” I said, but he was already reaching for my hand and heading to the elevator I’d somehow missed earlier.

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