Page 165 of Salvage Him
Twenty-Nine
Brooklyn
He leaned back,breaking theconnection.
I followed. I needed him. My mind was in a spiral, and I needed my anchor. I wanted more. I shifted, but the pressure on my ribs was too much. I gruntedinpain.
"Yeah, that's why we need to stop." Harrison pushed me back down on the bed but kept his armsaroundme.
I was on the verge of cracking. I didn't recognizemyself.
I settled back againstthebed.
"When did I become this weepy mess of a girl?" I wipedmyface.
"Pup, it's a lot to take. It's okay." He cupped my chin. "You'll get yourbalanceback."
"You promise?" Iasked.
"Absolutely." He laid a soft peck on mymouth.
I smiled and studied his face. I reached up and ran my fingers overhislips.
"Is it weird that I want you so bad right now?” Iasked.
"I always want you." He smirked and kissed myfingertips.
I moved my hip against hishardness.
He pulled backabruptly.
"Not now. You're too banged up, and I can only be so carefulbefore—"
"Beforewhat?"
His eyes narrowed in response to mychallenge.
"Before I forget you're hurt and try tohurtyou."
"I like it when you hurt me." I captured his bottom lip in my teeth and sucked on it. He smashed his mouth against mine for an instant and then hewasgone.
"You know how many punishments you have racked up, pup." He squeezed my nipple. “Keepitup."
"More playtime, too." Imoaned.
"Absolutely." He kissed my nose. "We haven't even dipped into my bag oftricks."
"Oh,tellme."
"You think that's going to help?" Harrison kissed the pout frommylips.
I settled back on the pillow, content to study his face again. I fell into those eyes. They held the answer. In them, I'd find my balanceagain.
We hadn't said it to each other yet, but I felt more love from him than I had fromanyone.
He adored me. He protected me. He touched me. I was the most important thing in the worldtohim.
Helovedme.
