Page 95 of Savage Heart

Her amber eyes—damn, those eyes have always been my weakness—lock onto mine.

“I’ve never felt that way before,” she says, her voice low and like velvet. “I got out of there because I knew it couldn’t happen again.”

“And why is that?”

She gives me a pointed look. “You know why. We can’t do casual, and the two of us would never fly around here.”

I step closer, my heart pounding faster. I reach up and brush a stray lock of hair from her face. Her skin is warm and soft, and a slight shiver runs through her when my fingers linger on her cheek.

“You think I care what anyone around here thinks? You think I’d ever want to do casual with you?”

Her head tilts, lips curving into a half smile that drives me insane. Half innocent. Half ready to set this town on fire.

“We can’t, Maverick,” she says.

But her fingers trail up my arm, sending sparks straight to my dick. Her eyes are bold despite what she’s saying out loud.

I close the gap, my body pressing against hers, pinning her gently to the wall. We’re out of the light and just far enough that no one can see us. Her breath mingles with mine, the distant hum of laughter from the restaurant our very own soundtrack.

“Iris.” My voice is rough.

My hand slides to the back of her neck, tilting her face up as I lean in.

Our lips meet, soft at first, but then her mouth parts, and my tongue sweeps in to taste her. She tastes like the club soda and lime she had earlier. She’s intoxicating. Her hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer, and I groan into her mouth.

I deepen the kiss, my free hand roaming down her side and gripping her hip to hold her steady as she arches into me. Her body molds perfectly against mine. I can feel every curve, and it makes me crazy. She nips at my lower lip, a sharp little bite that sends a jolt straight south, and I slide my thigh between hers, feeling heat radiating from her.

“Fuck, Iris.” I breathe the words against her neck.

I trail kisses down her collarbone, sucking lightly until she gasps. Her nails dig into my shoulders. She rocks against me, and I capture her mouth again, our tongues tangling in a rhythm that matches our bodies. I tug her hair gently, and she moans my name against my mouth. Her hand slides up my shirt, skin to skin, and I growl low in my throat. I cup her breast through the thin fabric of her top, thumb circling her nipple until it pebbles. My other hand slips lower, gripping her ass to lift her slightly, pulling her flush against my dick. Her mouth parts, and she grinds against me, the movement deliberate and torturous.

“God, you feel so good,” I mutter against her lips, my breath ragged. “Take what you need.”

Her legs part just enough for me to press even closer, and her hips roll in a way that has me fighting for control. Her breath hitches as I feel her heat build against me, her hips moving faster.

“So fucking beautiful,” I whisper, my dick throbbing painfully.

My hands splay across her back as I thrust against her. Her head falls back.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers. “Please.”

Her nails rake down my back, and her body tenses, muscles coiling tight. I watch her face, mesmerized by the flush creeping up her neck and the way her lips part in a silent cry. It hits her hard, and she shudders, her thighs clamping around my leg as she rides the wave. She moans and then bites down on her lower lip. Her hands twist in my hair, pulling hard. I hold her through it, keeping her steady as she trembles, her body finally going limp against me.

Her eyes flutter to meet mine, and I kiss her again, my heart still racing like mad.

“You’re so beautiful like this, undone,” I whisper in her ear.

She slides her hand down my chest and then lower, palming me through my jeans. Her fingers work the buttons open with deliberate slowness.

I groan, head dropping as she frees me, her warm hand wrapping around my length. She strokes me with just the right pressure—firm, teasing, and with a sense of knowing that sparks fire throughout my body. I thrust into her grip, my breath turning ragged. She matches the rhythm we had moments ago, her thumb circling over the tip until I see stars.

And then she drops to her knees, and I can’t fucking believe it when she wraps her mouth around me. The threat of someone seeing us has me so worked up, but I couldn’t care less. She’s making me feel so fucking good.

It doesn’t take long. I’m already wound so tight from watching her fall apart.

“I’m close,” I tell her, tugging her hair.

She doesn’t stop. Tension coils and snaps suddenly as I crash. I come hard, spilling into her mouth with a muffled curse, waves of it rippling through me.