Page 60 of Savage Hearts
She moans around my thumb.
That sound shoots an arrow of heat straight through my body, right down to my balls. I’ve never heard anything sexier.
She’s your enemy. Enemy! Remember?
My brain keeps trying to tell me that, but my dick has other ideas about our relationship.
Other, very strong ideas.
I remove my thumb from her mouth and replace it with my tongue.
She forgets she hates me kissing her and arches into me with a sigh, opening her mouth to kiss me back passionately.
She’s all heat and shivering nerves, pounding pulse and hunger. If her earlier angry resistance surprised me, the way she responds when she’s aroused surprises me even more.
She’s needy. Greedy. Almost as much as I am.
The kiss grows deeper and hotter. We’re both breathing hard. I’m starting to sweat. I love the way her mouth feels. The sweet, soft heat. Her warm lips. I love the way she clings to me with her body curved and both hands dug into my hair.
I love the feel of her hard nipples against my chest.
I want to feel them against my bare skin, not through my shirt. I want to suck on them, bite them, pinch them until she begs me to fuck her.
And I do want to fuck her.
I want to fuck her hard and deep. I want to make her claw my back and come for me. I want to make her scream my name until she’s hoarse. I want—
SHE’S YOUR ENEMY!
I jerk away and stare down at her, trying to catch my breath. Trying to clear my head of the searing images of her naked and moaning underneath me, her breasts bouncing against my chest, her slender legs wound around my waist as I thrust deep inside her body.
Her eyes drift open.
She gazes up at me with a soft, hazy look, blinking slowly like she has no idea where she is. Her face is flushed. Her lips are wet. She whispers my name.
Whispers it so sweetly, it makes me want to break something. Declan O’Donnell murdered my brother.
One of her family killed one of mine.
I should be anywhere else on earth but in this room with this woman.
My voice comes out thick. “Tell anyone I was here, and they die.”
I rise from the bed and leave.
EIGHTEEN
RILEY
From one second to the next, he disappears, leaving me alone in the room.
Alone and shaking badly.
I sit up in bed and reach for my glasses on the nightstand. When I get them on, I look around the room in disbelief. It’s exactly the same as it was when I went to sleep.
Except now it smells like big, rugged male and unresolved sexual tension.
I rip off the glasses, turn over, bury my face into the pillow, and scream.
