Page 6 of Savage Hunter

“And you’ve come to give yourself to me?”

“Yes,” I say again and the bolt of lust shooting through me is equivalent to the strength of lightning striking my heart. Tonight is a night of secrets and I have one of my own.

Two

Avery

Twelve months dreaming of that voice has left my senses raw and needy. Muscular arms wrap around my middle. One possessive flex of his muscles and my backside is pulled into the hard ridge of his arousal.

I let out a delicious sigh. Every nerve ending in my body is already on high alert but the second his length teases the crease of my ass a fire bursts to life inside me.

I lean into the feel of lips pressing just below my ear and reach behind me to run my fingers through his thick hair.

Using his other hand, he tilts my head to the side and inhales the scent of light vanilla and brown sugar from my shower gel.

My lashes fall closed. “Wolfe,” I exhale his name with a breathy sigh.

“Let me refill my senses of your essence. Just give me this…” His voice winds over the warm current of air and stirs the hottest of fires inside me.

A hand drops over my abdomen, and he pulls me in until my back fully touches his front. “A man shouldn’t have to live without the touch of such a gentle woman.”

Mysteries and secrets hide in the deep curl of his voice. It’s like heavy fog over rough waves.

But I hear the truth, too. It is tucked among the words and if I listen carefully and read what he isn’t saying I have the answer to a question I shouldn’t ask. But I can’t help it. I’m human and need to hear the words. And yet, I hold back and opt to tell him one of my truths. “I missed you.”

He turns me away from the balustrade with a hand on my hip. I don’t fight it or him.

My eyes fall to his chest first. Not out of fear, but lust. The way his large form towers over me makes it easy to keep my gaze level on the hint of well-formed pecs peeking through the undone buttons of his open tuxedo shirt. It hangs freely and ripples in the breeze coming up off the sea.

Wolfe drinks me beneath hooded eyes. “Sweet, beautiful, Harmonia.” There is a hunger in his gravelly tone that has me leaning in just a little closer. “You tempt fate by being here. Did anyone see you leave the main house?”

Instead of acknowledging his question, I slip my hands beneath the lapels of his shirt. Warm steel. Smooth. There’s a light dusting of hair that teases the pads of my fingers.

I turn my eyes up to his. “Did you miss me?” I rise to the ends of my toes and hover my lips just out of reach of his. Our breath mingles as does our body heat.

I track the slow glide of his eyes over the swell of my breasts. And subsequently the revealing dip of silk between my breasts. A finger beneath my chin forces my attention to his eyes. It’s nighttime, but in the moonlight his dark eyes stare into mine with the same intensity as if it were high noon. It’s more of a feeling than seeing the deep brown of his eyes.

“Did you run away from your mother to find me?”

I did more than that. I risked the wrath of the Primrose queen the second I left my room and he knows it.

“You answer mine and I’ll answer yours.” I’ve never heard the level of sultriness in my voice but I like it. The flash of fire in his eyes tells me my mother’s bodyguard does too.

I immediately drop my gaze.

“Is that so?” He lowers his head and runs the tip of his tongue along my bottom lip but pulls back before I can capture his lips in a full kiss.

I swallow doubt and shyness and bite at my lip calculating my odds of getting him to repeat the move.

“Test me and find out, Mr. Carter. I will make it worth my while. Promise.” My slow smile draws his attention and there’s enough heat in that one look to ignite a fire three countries away.

A peculiar sensation wells inside my stomach at the feel of his gaze brushing over my moon-drenched skin. My nipples pinch beneath their sticky coverings and pussy clenches against the sudden urge to have his mouth on me.

He pulls me into him and I thud softly against his muscular chest. He tilts my chin up, his hand nearly covering the right side of my face with how large it is.

Our eyes lock.

“What would you have me do to get the truth out of you?” His lips spread with a devilish grin that has my folds drenched in seconds. Like they aren’t already wet.

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