Page 92 of Savage Cravings

I pulled back. Her chest pushed in and out harshly, and she brought up one hand to her swollen lips, almost as if she couldn't believe that happened.

I let go of her hair and moved my hands down her lithe body, stopping at the hem of her plain work shirt. I looked up and searched her face, and when she made no move to stop me, I pulled it up and off her.

I nearly laughed when I noticed the pink lacy bra with the small daisies sewn into the cups. It was the same bra Silas had been trying to find the matching panties to when we first rummaged through her motel room.

I wondered if she was wearing the matching panties. The thought took away all my amusement, instead driving me crazy. I needed to find out.

But first?—

Reaching my hand up, I let my fingers trace along the edge of the cups. She wiggled in her seat and watched, but didn’t stop me.

“You’re fucking exquisite,” I breathed. And how true that was.

She giggled. “I don’t think I've ever been called exquisite before.”

I smiled mildly. My fingers pushed inside the bra cup, letting the pads of my fingers take in the softness of the mound of her tits.

Hell.

She stopped giggling.

“Does this feel good?” I asked, bringing my touch close to her nipple, but not quite.

She nodded. “So good, Maverick.”

“Yeah?” I pulled my fingers out, grabbed the underwire of her bra between the cups, and pulled down, baring her pretty little nipples to my gaze. Her hands balled into tight fists on her lap, but she did nothing to stop me when I drew around one of her erect nipples with my index finger.

“Maverick.”

“Do you know what it does to me when you say my name?” I asked, clamping down on her nipple tightly with my fingers, tugging on it.

Her face twisted in pain, and she grabbed onto my wrist.

“Do you not like it?” she asked.

I pulled on her nipple a little tighter. “I fucking love it.”

“Then why are you hurting me?”

“Am I hurting you? Do you want me to let go?”

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. I smiled viciously at her. My girl liked the pain.

Keeping my fingers around her nipple, I leaned down and took the other one in my mouth, sucking on it.

Her back arched, and she moaned loudly enough to shake the entire car.

How fucking beautiful. Like a symphony in my ear. I sucked more of her into my mouth before letting go and licking over her nipple with my tongue.

“Maverick. God.”

“That’s right,” I said, letting her go slightly. I looked at the abused nipple, the redness that surrounded the skin. She brought her hand up to rub the soreness. I moved her hand away and licked my lips. “In this car, I am your god.”

She rolled her eyes at that.

Naughty girl.

I slapped her nipple. She yelped in surprise as she scooted back, hitting the car door. She stared at me with big eyes, as if she didn’t know how to react to this.

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