Page 94 of Salvage Him
His eyes remained the same—an impossible blue, stormy, andintense.
Hewas intense. His expression softened as he continued tostare.
I smiled and lowered my gaze. The floor interested me at the moment. It was safer than staring intothoseeyes.
"I had this whole speech planned but can't seem to remember any of it," I said with a giggle. I looked up when Harrisonmoved.
He walked to the other side oftheroom.
"What are you doing here?" he asked as he rubbed the back ofhisneck.
"I came hereforyou."
"I . . ." His sentence faded. He spoke again. "I can't do this." He headed towardthedoor.
My insides flipped. I jumped in front of him. How I managed in those heels, I wasn't sure. The height brought us closer to eyetoeye.
"Please." I grabbed his arms. My touch stopped his progress with a halt. "Don't leave until you hearmeout."
Henodded.
I dropped myhands.
Hesteppedback.
I clasped my hands in from of me, trying to keep fromfidgeting.
"I'm sorry." My legs felt like jelly. I sat back down on the edge of the bed. "I didn't mean to put you in an uncomfortable position. I take full responsibility for what happened between us in this room, but I'm not sorry it happened. I wanted you to touch me. I needed it, and you gave me what I needed. No one has done that in alongtime."
"But you're married. I don't fuck married women." Hegrowled.
I cringed fromhistone.
"I know. I understand." I stared at the ground again. "I can't change what happened, or how it happened, but I know it changed me. I haven't been happy with Paul, with my marriage, with my life for a long time. Being with you, not just in here, but since we met"—I turned my face up to him—"now, Iunderstandwhy."
Harrison turned awayfromme.
"I want you, Harrison. I want to be with you. I want to be your girl. I want to be your sub. I wantitall."
I stood up and took a few steps and knelt at his feet. "I am here. It's just you and me. I want you if you'llhaveme."
He inspected my face, reached out, and wiped a tear from mycheek.
I blinked, and he pulled hishandback.
"I want you too.” He dropped his head. “But you're not minetohave."
"I am. Paul and I are done. We have the final papers to sign, but I'm not his wife anymore." I reached out and touched his leg. "That's happening whether we end up together or not. I knew it was something I needed to do for myself, but also, like I said last time, I won't ever put you in a situation where you feel bad about loving me, and Imeantit."
Harrison blinked back his own tears. He turned away from me, and paced back and forth on the carpet in frontofme.
I adjusted a few times. I had to get used to being on myknees.
"Stop fidgeting," he yelled. His tone firm anddominant.
It melted my insides. Istopped.
"You don't want this. You don't have a clue what I am, what I want from a sub. WhatIlike?"
