Page 31 of Savage Truth

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back into the cold shelving to maintain an inch of space between us. “Wonder what your little girlfriend would think of you rubbing against me.” Without taking my eyes off him and that sexy smirk, I flailed behind me until my hand rested on something round. I latched onto it and slipped past him, flustered that I’d grabbed an apple instead of the pizza I wanted.

I went back into my room, ate the apple, and picked the book back up to read. There was no way I was going back down there. With something in my stomach, I could focus on the story. The book was pretty good. I read a few chapters, not even noticing my door was open until the sound of glass clinked.

My eyes flew to where he stood in my doorway, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and two glasses in the other.Interesting. I was intrigued.

“You may enter.” I cracked myself up. I was in a weird mood. I blamed the book.

His deep laugh sent shivers over my body. I was too aware of him.

“Damon is going to Phoenix’s after school, and our parents are in LA.” He splashed amber liquid into one glass, handed it to me, then poured one for him. “I thought that since we have to be stuck in the house together, we should call a truce.”

I narrowed my eyes. It was a trap. I wasn’t born yesterday, but I was going stir-crazy. So… what the hell. I was game, even if it was the middle of the afternoon. “Okay.”

He sat on my bed, picked up the book, and opened to the last page I’d read. He skimmed the print before setting the book on my nightstand and taking a drink.

I couldn’t help but wonder if it got him hot. I was already revved up from him kissing me last night, and I wanted him to get ideas—not that he needed help.God, just looking at him makes me melt.

I took a sip, letting the alcohol burn a path down my throat. I wasn’t a big drinker. One would probably be it for me. It wasn’t worth the risk to consume more than that, especially with things on such high alert.It never pays to lose your instincts or ability to run.

It was weird as fuck that Mom wasn’t around. Very unlike her. I snapped out of my head when I realized Cole was watching me over the rim of his glass as he took a sip.

“What’s going on in that head of yours? I can practically hear the gears turning.”

“Just wondering if that book made you hot.” I felt myself blush, having blurted out the first thing that came to mind. I was usually much quicker on my feet, but I’d been off for the past two days.

He set his drink down, took mine from me, and put it next to his. His features turned predatory, and desire swirled in his eyes. “I don’t need a book to make me hot.” He cupped the back of my neck, applying gentle pressure. “All I need is you.”

God, when he says those things…Anticipation skated across my skin, and I curled my fingers into the soft duvet. I wanted him so badly and gave in to the tug to come closer. I rested my hands on his shoulders, and he dropped his to my waist, lifting me. I willingly straddled him. Then his mouth was on mine, and nothing else mattered but how he made me feel.

He took control of the kiss, teasing until I parted for him. I moaned as he sank his teeth into my bottom lip. His tongue darted out, running over the tender spot before he slanted his mouth over mine in a drugging kiss that I swore I felt in my soul.

I explored the corded muscles of his neck, shoulders, and along his back, pressing myself as close as I could. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, and I eased back enough for him to slip it over my head. My bra was soon to follow. I tugged at his shirt, craving the sensation of his skin on mine.

But for a moment, I just stared. He let me because he was doing the same. I wasn’t even embarrassed because all I could process was how sinfully beautiful he was. A work of art. A human replica of one of the Greek gods. And for tonight, he was mine.

I sank my fingers into his thick black hair and tugged as he devoured me. His hands went to my hips, and he rocked me against him. I squirmed, reveling in his hardness, dizzy with want. He trailed up my back with a featherlight touch then buried his fingers in the hair at my nape. He gave a gentle tug, and I arched, exposing my neck to him.

Soft kisses trailed down my neck, stopping where my pulse fluttered against my skin. The sensation of his lips on my body drove me crazy. The scrape of his teeth, a sharp bite, and another open-mouthed kiss sent shocks of need to my core.

He commanded my body, and I let him.

He traced the undersides of my breasts with gentle fingers. I ached for him. My body swelled and plumped, my nipples screaming for his touch. He took one in his mouth, and I moaned as heat pooled low, my core a tight ball of need. I gripped his shoulders and felt the muscles bunching and rippling beneath my fingers.

Without warning, he stood. I gasped and clung to him, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. One finger moved between us, and he slipped it between the waistband of my small sleep shorts, urging them down as my legs slid down his body. There was too much space between us. I forced myself to remain still, just barely, as he stepped out of the rest of his clothes.

Desire tore through me. He was mouthwatering. There were so many things I wanted to do to him. I reached for his hard length, but he only chuckled and brushed my hand away, the deep cadence of his laugh teasing my senses. I wanted to touch and lick him everywhere, making him lose control.

His hands gripped my waist and moved me effortlessly where he wanted me. I lay on the bed, my hands moving over him while he explored my body. With every touch, electricity sizzled along my skin. I was past the point of fighting the addiction.

Needing greater access, I curled into a sitting position, and he lifted me back into his lap. My hand brushed the side of his arousal. When he groaned, a jolt of power shot through me, and I curled my fingers around him.

He gave a sharp intake of breath then caught my eye and shook his head, his features tight with tense need and desire dilating his pupils. I pouted for a second before he distracted me with the pad of his finger against my clit. He made slows circles with gentle pressure, and I sucked my lower lip between my teeth, unsuccessfully stifling a wanton moan.

He spread me wide, bare to his view. The moment’s vulnerability teased the edges of my mind, but I was too far gone. I shivered in anticipation at the gleam in his eyes. Then he flipped me around, my back to his chest. Legs bent, my ass pressed against his length, and I stiffened.

“N—”

“Relax,” he crooned near my ear while his fingers bit into my hip and his other hand tangled in my hair, holding me still. “I’m not doing anything you don’t want. We’ll save that for another time.”

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