Page 100 of Savage Cravings

If our time was limited, I was going to let him think of me as perfect.

I felt the binding around my wrists loosen before he removed it completely, and then I was drawn into his arms. Lying on the bed, he was still dressed, the texture of his suit fabric rubbing against my all-too-sensitive skin and making me shiver.

“Cold?” he asked, pulling the blankets over us before I could even say anything. I wondered if he acted this way with all the women he spent the night with.

I grimaced at the thought, hating the image of him with some nameless, faceless woman that wasn’t me, and buried my face into his chest before he could see.

It was hypocritical of me. I kissed one brother in the elevator, spent the night with one not too long ago, and was now being wrapped tightly in the arms of the third. He could surely spend his nights with anyone. We didn’t owe each other anything.

I didn’t know how long we stayed like that.

At some point, I would probably have to leave his arms, but he was warm, and as with Silas, I felt safe, and I didn’t want this feeling to end.

“What are we doing?” I muttered into his chest after a moment.

When he didn’t answer me, I sat up from his chest and looked up at him. He was staring directly at me, something unreadable in those blue eyes of his. He looked almost… confused.

As if he couldn’t quite figure me out. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. I swallowed nervously, and he reached his hand out for me, cupping my cheek. I burrowed into his touch without thinking, and regretted it almost instantly when his eyes widened. I pulled back and cleared my throat in embarrassment. That was probably far too intimate than needed.

But then he squeezed me to him, holding me tighter, his hand never leaving my cheek. His fingers swiped gently under my eyes. I was sure there were bags there that not even a thousand sleeps could help.

He didn’t seem to mind.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, his voice gruff.

I shrugged. “A little.”

“Good. I ordered some room service and had the plates put on a heating pad. It should still be warm.”

I smiled. So that was who I’d heard before he came into the room. How unexpected. And sweet. “That sounds great.”

He made a move to lift me off his lap. I stopped him with one hand on his forearm, trying not to act too giddy over the fact that I was touching him right now. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

He was hard. I could feel him pressing up against me. I wiggled on his lap and he gritted his teeth, moving his hand down and grabbing my hips. “Hold still, little monster.”

I bit my lip. “I can?—”

He shook his head. “No. If I let you touch me, I won’t be able to stop. And you’re not ready for anything more—are you?”

He eyed me in an inquisitive manner. It was on the tip of my tongue to say yes, but we both knew that would be a lie.

I shook my head.

He smiled a self-deprecating smile. “I didn’t think so.”

That didn’t seem fair. Before I could say anything else, he wrapped me up in the sheets and stood with me in his arms. I let out a small, embarrassed squeal and wrapped my arms around him. He grinned.

“Wait,” I said, slapping the skin on his back. He paused at the threshold of the door. “Can’t I put on clothes first?”

His heated eyes moved over me, taking in the exposed skin that the sheets didn’t cover, and licked his lips. “Nope.”

Then he walked to the living room and deposited me on the couch. I wrapped the sheets a little tighter around me just as he rolled the cart with our food over. He sat down close to me, our thighs touching, and even with his pants and the sheets separating us, it still felt like nothing.

He opened the lids and showed me a variety of foods I didn’t know the name of. I might have recognized chicken, I wasn’t sure. For the first time, my upbringing reared its ugly head, making me insecure. He and his brothers were obviouslyworldly. They’d probably even been out of the country, whereas this was my first time even being outside of Chicago.

So what were they doing with a girl like me?

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