Page 86 of Savage Desire

Now look at me.

My eyes dart around the small cubicle, desperate for an escape, but it’s hopeless. The door separating us swings open with force, ricocheting off the partition wall, and I scream at the top of my lungs. The man towers before me, familiar, with a teasing smile on his lips, but it does nothing to calm the noise burning from my throat.

When I finally stop to suck in a breath, my chest heaving with every shallow inhale, he steps inside the cubicle. Dark denim jeans fall over his black combat boots, with a white tee hanging loose over the waistline and a black leather jacket fitted over the top.

“Boo,” he says with a grin, and I glare at him, nostrils flaring as my body remains in fight or flight mode.

“Fuck, Wylder, you’re an ass,” I blurt, slapping my hand against his chest as he inches closer, my fingers curling into the fabric of the towel, but it doesn’t stop him from moving closer and closer until we’re toe to toe.

“I’ve missedyourass,” he replies, a smoldering look darkening his eyes as he peers down at me, and I shiver under his intense stare. A subtle move that seems to calm the raging storm inside of me just a little.

Sighing, my head dips. “I’ve had a long day today, Wylder. I?—”

“I know, Little Witch, that’s why I’m here,” he interjects, curling his finger under my chin to tilt my head back so he can look at me. With his free hand, he trails it down my bare arm, sending a pulse of goosebumps across my flesh, and I quickly realize that there’s only a towel shielding me.

“Wylder,” I breathe, running my tongue over my bottom lip as he exhales slowly.

“I missed you after the fight. I’d spent all week working and pushing myself harder and harder, knowing I had the most delectable treat waiting for me when I was done. Then came Asher and his cockblocking moves,” he explains, and a pit forms in my gut. He's disappointed.

“Oh.” I don’t know what I’m supposed to say or do, but the way he continues to stroke his fingertips up and down my arm is reassuring at least.

“And I was all but fucking wild thinking about it. My eyes were fixed on the balcony from the second you let him lead you away,” he continues, and I blush. Not completely disappointed then? “I saw you, Little Witch,” he mutters, leaning so close that his breath fans over my lips, and it’s more than my cheeks that heat this time. It feels like my entire body is ready to combust. His thumb presses harder against my chin as he shakes his head. “Don’t be embarrassed. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Well, almost…” His words trail off, leaving me gaping at him, desperate to know more.

“Almost?” I repeat, and he nods, his hand pausing at my wrist so he can run his thumb across my racing pulse.

“Nothing beats having you like this, right in front of me, Little Witch.” Well damn. “I’m here because I’m selfish, but I’m hoping you can be a little selfish with me,” he breathes, so close now that if I were to move just a single millimeter our lips would touch.

“I can be selfish,” I rasp, the rest of the world fading to darkness around us as he lights up my entire soul.

The corner of his mouth ticks up in a smile. “That’s my girl,” he praises, and my heart skips a beat. “Now, do you want me to take all of your worries away or do you want to be the one calling the shots?” he asks, and I understand the meaning behind his words immediately, but I shake my head.

“I can’t call the shots,” I mutter, and he cocks a brow at me.

“Says who?” He stares deep into my eyes, his lips grazing mine as he speaks.

“I wouldn’t know…”

“Close your eyes,” he orders, and I frown at him, but he leans in closer, fuck knows how, but every inch of him is touching every inch of me. Head to toe. It’s intoxicating. “Close them,” he repeats, and I relent, letting my eyelids fall closed as he consumes the air around me. “Where do you need me the most?” His words linger in the air, stealing my breath.

“I don’t…” I whisper, and he ghosts his lips at the corner of my mouth.

“Where are the tingles?”

I run my tongue over my bottom lip, answering with the first thing that comes to mind. “My breasts.” I feel my cheeks burn at the acknowledgment, and a second later he’s no longer hovering face to face with me. I pry my eyes open to see where he’s gone just in time to capture the moment he wraps his lips around my nipple.

The towel does nothing to shield it, hanging loosely at the side, and it quickly flutters to the floor as he yanks it from my body while I bask in the warmth of his mouth. His tongue swirls around my taut peak, soothing every pass of his teeth raking over the sensitive flesh. My back arches, moans tumbling from my lips, and just when I’m certain I’m going to climax from this alone, he releases my nipple and moves over to the next.

A shiver runs down my spine as his fingers trail over my hips, and when he moans around my pebbled skin, I clench my thighs together, blindly searching for friction.

Sweep after sweep of his tongue and teeth has me a writhing mess, desperate for him to inch lower, and when he peers up at me through hooded eyes, I know he knows it too. Releasing my nipple with a pop, he cocks a brow at me.

“Say it, Little Witch. Tell me where you want me.” I gape at him, my breaths coming short and shallow as I shake my head. “Say it,” he repeats, and I gulp, swallowing down the nerves threatening to consume me as desire truly takes hold.

“My pussy.”

He grins victoriously, but shakes his head. “Nah, it’s mine.”

Stunned at his words, I watch as he sinks to his knees, the denim of his jeans likely soaked from the wet tiles, but he doesn’t seem to care. His eyes are set on the apex of my thighs as his hands glide over my skin, nudging my legs apart before he teases a single finger through my folds.

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