Page 9 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage

I had never been this aggressive during sex, but Crew seemed to know what my body craved and gave it to me. My body slumped back on the window as I came down from my orgasm. Crew placed gentle kisses on my inner thighs and then slid my body down his until he was lined up at my entrance. He thrusted in, bottoming out, causing us to both moan into each other's mouths. Crew’s large arms caged me in against the glass as he drilled into me, grunting and groaning with each roll of his hips. The loud, wet sounds my pussy was making would have been embarrassing if I wasn’t being fucked within an inch of my life right now. Crew gripped my hips changing angles and the pleasure became too much. A sharp tingle shot through me making my muscles spasm and explode causing me to squirt all over Crew’s dick. He thrust into me a few more times before he stilled, driving his dick as deep as he could get. His dick throbbed and pulsed inside me as our bodies convulsed from the aftershocks of our orgasms. We stayed like that for a moment before Crew carried my limp body over to the bed. As soon as my head hit the bed I was out.

I woke up sore, satisfied, and tangled in the softest sheets I'd ever felt. The soft light from the penthouse windows crept across Crew’s bare chest as he slept beside me, one thick arm thrown possessively over my waist. I should have slipped out, back to my suite, but something about his hold on me, the quiet way his body caged mine, made me stay. This wasn’t the deal. I needed to get back to my suite. Reality was starting to set in.

But for a little while longer, I let myself pretend. I would pretend that I wasn’t a woman on the run. And that I wasn’tone text away from the past finding me. But reality didn’t wait forever. The soft crackle of the fireplace and the slow, steady beat of his heart under my ear lulled me into euphoria and I was lost. For a moment, I didn’t move. Didn’t think. Just breathed him in. Warm, solid, dangerous, Crew Sanderson had almost made me forget that I couldn’t have this. That I couldn’t be safe in the arms of a man.

I lifted my head carefully, blinking against the early gray light spilling through the penthouse windows. Snow drifted outside like the world had finally slowed down to let me breathe. I slid out of bed carefully, hating how cold the room felt the second I left his warmth behind. My legs ached in a way that made my cheeks heat, a reminder of how thoroughly he'd fucked me last night.

A reminder that I hadn't just slipped once. I’d fallen, hard. I found my silk shorts and cami on the floor before slipping them on quickly. My heart hammered as I tiptoed around the bed, grabbing my coat. Maybe I could get back to my suite before anyone noticed I was gone. Maybe I could pretend last night hadn’t shifted something deep inside me.

Maybe I could…

"Where you sneakin’ off to, Princess?" Crew asked, scaring me out of my skin.

His voice was rough with sleep, low and dangerous, dragging across my nerves like velvet and steel. I froze, hand halfway to the door. Crew shifted onto his side, head propped on one arm, watching me with those unreadable gray eyes.

"You really think you can run from me?" he quizzed, with an edge of amusement in his voice that made my stomach flip.

"I wasn’t…" I stated.

He raised an eyebrow.

I sighed. "Okay. Maybe a little."

A slow, wicked smile spread across his mouth.

"You’re cute when you lie."

I tightened the coat around my body, needing the barrier.

"Timberly’s gonna wake up soon. Tyra and DJ too. I need to get back."

Crew’s smile faded, not completely, but enough that I saw the serious man underneath.

"I’m not gonna keep you from your kid, Nova," he said.

"But don’t you dare pretend last night didn’t happen."

I swallowed hard.

"It was a mistake."

He laughed, low and sharp. "Really?"

He swung his legs off the bed, standing up slowly, moving toward me like a predator.

"You telling me this was a mistake, Princess?" he said, catching my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head back gently.

I could still smell him; he smelled of cinnamon and expensive whiskey. I still felt him in every sore muscle.

"Tell me," he whispered, voice sinking lower. "Say it."

I opened my mouth. But nothing came out.

Crew’s eyes softened, just barely but it was enough to break me wide open inside.

"You feel safe with me," he said.

Like it wasn’t a question. Like it was the only truth that mattered. I hated that he was right. Because Crew didn’t feel like danger. He felt like my safe haven. He was addictive and for the first time in years, I didn’t feel like I had to carry all the weight alone. My shoulders slumped slightly. Crew leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against my forehead

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