Page 161 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“Missed you, Gorgeous,” he says and I don’t know how it’s possible that words can sound so sweet and yet kill you at the same time.

“You need to go,” I tell him again, calmly.“Ryan needs you,” I add, trying to remind him that he has a son he can’t leave alone.

“Ryan’s at an afterschool dance.He’ll be there for another hour,” he answers and that look in his eye sends my panic skyrocketing.

“I don’t want you here, Noah.We’re done, now.”

“We’re not done, Rory,” he argues, his voice quiet and those brown eyes heated.“We’re going to have this out and then I’m going to show you how much I missed you the last two days.”

“No.I don’t want to work anything out.It just needs to be done.”

“Two days, Rory.You were gone two days.”

“I needed time to think,” I tell him.

The entire time we’re talking he’s advancing and I’m retreating.For every step he makes, I take two back.Noah’s always been intense, but that has definitely amplified.

“Hope you thought it out, so we can work this out quickly,” he says.

I frown.

“There’s nothing to work out.”

“Glad you feel that way, Baby.”

“There’s nothing to work out, because I’ve decided we’re over,” I clarify, because I don’t think he’s getting it.

“We’re not over, Rory,” he growls his voice intense before, but now it feels like it burns me.

“Noah—”

“Missed the fucking hell out of you, Rory” he growls and those words, that tone, and his eyes all combine to make my body shudder and not in fear.I can even feel myself getting wet for him.

That definitely makes me panic.

“Noah!You need to go!”I yell—letting the panic have full reign.

Noah ignores me and his steps increase until I’ve retreated so far that I’m pressed against the wall, then Noah is pressed to my front.His hand comes out to hold my neck, his thumb sweeping up against my cheek and pressing in firmly.It’s not painful, but his eyes are so heated they’re burning me and my hand goes up to wrap around his wrist in defense.

“I’m not leaving, Rory,” he says, his voice quiet, but firm.

“Okay,” I tell him, my eyes wide afraid to anger him further.He’s so forceful, so raw right now.I’ve never seen him like this.

“I’m not leaving and we’re not over,” he says, his head bending in close.

“Noah, I don’t?—”

“I fucked up,” he says and I close my eyes, because his eyes seem to brighten and are like molten chocolate they are so intense.I have to block them out.“I warned you I had shit I was working through, Rory,” he says just as quietly, his breath fanning against the side of my face.

“You did, but to get mad because I knew…your name.We’re having sex with each other, I don’t understand?—”

“Open your eyes, Gorgeous,” he orders, but I don’t.I’m not strong enough.His other hand moves to my hair, his fingers thrusting into it and tangling in the mass of waves.“Open your eyes, Rory,” he orders again.

I do slowly, feeling lost.

“We’re not having sex, Rory,” he says again and I nod—as much as I can because his hold has me pinned and it might not be painful, but it’s meant to make sure I don’t move.

“Okay.”

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