Page 19 of Savage

What the hell was the matter with me? I didn’t know this guy. I didn’t even know what he looked like. I was acting completely out of character.

With the light behind him I couldn’t see his eyes as he shifted up to straddle my thighs, but somehow I knew he was watching me—I could feel his gaze as it burned a path down my body. So I stretched my arms up over my head and let him get a full look at me.

In the same sweats and tank as last night, there was no concealing the hard-on he’d inspired—hell, I’d had it all day. But as I lay there pinned to my mattress, the ache intensified.

Should I say something? Probably. But I didn’t want to scare him away.

Okay, that was just ridiculous. LikeIcould scarehim.But something told me one wrong move and he’d vanish before I could stop him. So like some kind of supplicant I lay beneath him, waiting for whatever it was he wanted to do.

I’dreallygone off the deep end. But something about this man, this stranger, had me reaching for and embracing the dark place I’d met him in. As if I could step into the night and go a little mad.

Staring down at me, he brought his gloved hand to the edge of my tank and slipped it under the fabric. The cool touch of the leather against my heated skin had me sucking in a breath.

He paused, but when I didn’t say or do anything to stop him, he continued to push the material up my body until he reached the base of my neck. Then he twisted it in his fist and hauled me up so our faces were only inches apart, but even this close the shadows hid every part of him that would give a key to his identity.

My breathing intensified as he whipped the bottom of my tank over my head and behind my neck, fully exposing my upperbody, but when I reached for him, he reared back and shook his head.

“You touch me, this ends.”

It didn’t surprise me in the least that he was dominant, wanting full control while I took whateverhewanted to give. Wasn’t that exactly why I’d left my window open? Because I wanted that too.

Somehow my fantasies had nothing on the reality, though, and I nodded and dropped my hands. “Okay. No touching.”

I could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he said, “Good, Scout.”

There it was again. That nickname. I wanted to ask him why he called me that, but now wasn’t the time for questions. Not when he curled his gloved fingers beneath the waistband of my sweatpants and drew them down, leaving me exposed. Every inch of his skin was covered, making him even more of a mystery than ever—and didn’tthathave my cock rising to full mast.

He sat back on his heels, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, his slow perusal with only the moonlight as his guide.

I thrust my hips up, feeling restless for what was coming, and said, “Put your hands on me.”The way I sounded so eager and almost breathless was downright embarrassing.

In a flash, he flipped me onto my stomach, and then his body was on mine, hard and heavy as he pressed me into the mattress.

“I’m going to put a whole lot more than myhandson you.”

A shiver rolled through me, physical proof I wasn’t dreaming. I wasn’t able to see him now, or touch him, but he was going to have his way with me, and I’d never been more amped for anything in my life.

Who thefuckam I?

Someone who was asking for it, that was who.

“Make me feel you tomorrow…”

He went still at my words, words I thought I’d kept in my brain.

“You’re not the one calling the shots here, Scout.” He traced the side of my naked body with his gloved hand before grabbing my ass and giving me an almost-painful squeeze. “I’m going to make you feel me for aweek.”

Air hit my back as he moved off me, and then he tugged my sweatpants completely off.

I was tempted to turn around, dying to see if he would take off his clothes and what any part of him looked like, but the last thing I wanted was for this to end. Something that was clear as day when he tossed one of his gloves on my pillow.

“Don’t even think about moving?—”

“Or this ends.” I licked my lips. “I won’t.”

A hard smack from his bare hand across my ass made me gasp, but I hadn’t expected anything less. In fact, I canted my ass up higher.

A low chuckle, still muffled by his mask, met my ears as he drew a finger down between my cheeks.

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