I pause, waiting for his reaction, searching his face as he hears the words I have been dying to say to him for days but kept denying.
His eyes glimmer with concern and then heated lust, the blue darkening as they flick from my eyes down to my mouth. I lick my lips and he groans.
“Shit, Danika, you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that.” His words come out in a rush and I can see him visibly relax, his tense shoulders dropping slightly as he brings my hand up to his mouth and presses his lips to the center, letting them linger there, his warm breath spreading across my palm.
My clit throbs, remembering how that hand, those fingers, felt between my legs. I shift uncomfortably on the couch, trying to press my thighs together. He grins at me and takes my drink from my hand, placing it next to his on the end table.
Shit! I need that!
“What are you doing?”
“Get on the table,” he demands, pointing to the long conference table behind the couch. It takes me a second to process what he’s saying, but the heat in his eyes leaves no question about what he wants.
Moisture floods between my legs and I shakily stand and make my way around the couch to the table.
He follows closely behind me, stopping and watching intently as I turn and stare him down while I boost myself up onto the table and let my legs dangle over the edge.
A lecherous grin spreads across his face. He moves in, using his broad shoulders to press my thighs wide open.
Boy, am I fucking glad I wore this skirt, so much less fabric to deal with.
“Come here,” he commands, pulling on my arm so I bring my head down to him.
I’m so used to men just taking what they want; that one of a kind alpha-dog confidence is precisely what I have always craved. But, with Savage, his inability to be physically assertive makes him all that more demanding with his words, and having him tell me what he wants, what he needs, is getting me just as hot as any other man who has slammed me against a wall to fuck me.
He captures my mouth with his, a searing kiss that blazes and stamps me as his. I know this is just the start of us, but I already feel a tiny piece of my heart slipping away to him.
Reluctantly, he releases my mouth, lingering for several short, hard kisses before finally letting me go.
“Lie back.”
I comply with his order, reclining back and leaning on my elbows so I can watch him. After this week of agony, I don’t want to miss a moment of the looks he’s giving me. I need to see him, his face. I need this.
He leans forward, pushing my thighs open even wider as he slides his hands up and slips his fingers around the thin strip of my soaked thong. My heart races and my breath comes out in pants. His eyes find mine and he winks at me.
Fuck! Why is that so hot?
I squirm under his heated stare. His eyes locked on mine, he yanks on my panties, ripping them apart. I don’t give a single fuck about them. All I want is his mouth, on me, this very second.
His eyes sparkle with wicked intent as he leans even further in and his breath flutters across my wet flesh, causing my hips to instinctively arch into him. He groans, never taking his eyes off mine, and uses his thumbs to spread me open.
“I’ve been desperate to taste you since the second you stormed into my office,” he murmurs, his calloused thumbs slowly slipping up and down, touching, but not where I want it, where I need it.
I don’t even care how it sounds.
I can’t wait.
I beg. “Please, Savage, just…”
He chuckles, and, without any preliminaries, slides his thick tongue through my folds, from my ass to my clit, flicking it with the tip before plunging it into my dripping cunt.
I bow off the table, dropping my head back, and rocking against him.
He devours me.
Digging my hands into his hair, I pull him closer while he swirls his tongue around my clit in a figure-eight motion that has me making sounds I don’t even recognize as human.
Sliding one, then two fingers into my pussy, I clench around him, desperate for something to grip. He moans against my flesh, sending my entire body into sensation overload. I chase my orgasm, the week of pent-up frustrations coiling deep in my core, about to reach a breaking point.
He curls his fingers into my G-spot as he sucks my clit between my lips in a pulsing rhythm that has me spiraling out of control. I finally break, splintering and crying out his name as wave after wave of pleasure roll through me.
Fuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk.
When my orgasm finally ebbs, I shift up onto my shaking arms and watch as he lifts his head from between my legs, a smug smile on his face.
“Come here.” He tugs on my hand until I slide to the edge of the table and lean down to him. He captures my mouth, and tasting my release on his tongue is sexy as fuck.
But, I want nothing more than to know what he tastes like in my mouth right now.