Page 66 of Savage Hunter

I won’t tolerate the fear in her eyes. This ends tonight. She will understand that while I am at her side, the only thing she needs to fear is how fast I can have her climaxing.

I lean into her space and make sure it’s me she pays attention to. “We are somewhere where we can take a breather and talk before shit gets crazy.” My lips are a whisper from the soft slope of her cheek. Cold light from the parking garage highlights a fresh flush working up the length of her neck, making her irresistible. It settles in her cheeks and I can’t help myself. I press a kiss to one and then the other.

Her sweet cock-hardening sigh penetrates the black aura of sin encasing my soul. I could sit like this for hours just breathing her in one deep breath at a time. A quick release of her seatbelt and I have her across the console and in my lap.

“Wolfe!” She gasps the sweetest damn sound. Her arms come around my neck, causing her shirt to ride high enough to expose skin. My hands go there and I groan into her hair at the warmth under my touch.

“Harmonia,” I counter and wrap my hands around her slight waist. She is not taking care of herself. That changes right now too.

Those pretty lips shift from tight and indifferent to slightly parted and flushed with blood.

Kissable.

“If you think you can take me to a hotel and we can “connect” you have another thought coming, Wolfe Carter.” She throws air quotes up and wears the sass in her tone on her face.

God, she’s beautiful when she fights me. My name on her lips makes me want to do everything in my power to get her under me and saying my name for entirely different reasons.

She nibbles at the plump flesh, obliterating the hard edge to her tone.

My laugh is rough and low. “Is that so? Do I scare you?” I am aware of her trauma, but I also need her to know she is safe in every sense of the word with me. She needs to communicate and there might be the fact that I am addicted to the sound of her soft voice at play here.

She flicks that fucking lip ring back and forth making blood shoot to my cock. Her fingers find the edge of my shirt this time and she plays with it instead of looking at me.

She shifts her weight on my lap and the tiny gasp at what she finds makes me want to throw the seat back and have her ride me right here.

I fight for every thread of control I have and force myself to take pleasure in caressing her with gentle strokes of my thumbs over her skin. The last thing she needs is me turning into the starved beast I feel like.

“Answer me.” I guide her face to mine. “Do I scare you?”

Her face scrunches. “I don’t think so.”

I smooth out the lines running across her forehead. “Do better than that. We are alone. Just you and me. Are you scared of that? If so, tell me and I will point this car west and we won’t stop until Chicago. When we get there, I will hand you back to Ares and walk away.”

Her startled eyes meet mine. There’s a shift in her energy. It is subtle but I feel a fear inking its way into the space between us and my gut says it has nothing to do with mistrust or actual fearofme.

Blond hair falls around her face and shoulders. Pieces of ash cling here and there. She looks utterly disheveled and more beautiful than ever.

With extreme willpower I hold myself still. “Answer me.” My pulse shoots fire through my blood. Her next words will decide what happens from here.

“No.” Her head drops and with that one motion her eyes fall too. That is unacceptable.

“Look at me when you answer me.” Her slight body temples under the force of my command. Shit. I breathe in through my nostrils and let it out slowly. A more patient man would speak to her in a more subtle tone and coax her into answering. A gentleman wouldn’t have her on his lap either. He would keep his distance and in the end provide her a room and then bid her a good night.

I am neither patient nor a gentleman and I have no intentions of letting her out of my sight.

Soft blue meets onyx. Challenging flames spark behind those black lashes, and I take comfort in knowing she has fire in her. I watch every dangerous syllable she utters fall from her lips like liquid nitrogen.

“No, Wolfe. I’m not scared of you.” The hands knotting the hem of my shirt move to my chest. Our noses nearly touch and it would be a lie if I said my cock didn’t turn hard as stone.

Tiny nails dig into flesh. I'm glad I ditched the bullet-proof vest a few hundred miles back. I love the bite of pain and am glad I get to experience a fraction of her wrath.

Ah, fuck me. There’s my girl.

“Happy now?” Her sass levels me.

“For now.” She thinks the night ends with getting a room. I can’t wait to prove her wrong. But I know one wrong move on my part and her words will blow up in my face. I take that to heart and treasure her trust though I don’t deserve any of it. I failed her once. I haven’t forgotten. But it won’t happen again.

I grab a bag from the back seat and take out several hundred-dollar bills.

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