“Tell me, what do you want to see, Mae?”
Please God, let Tallah sleep for another hour, he thought. Two. Eight. Because the way Mae was staring at him? They had things to do together that did not need an audience or any kind of interruption.
“What do you want, Mae.” No question this time. “Do you want me to close this door?”
She answered that one without touching anything or moving. The wooden panel that separated them, the one that offered only a seam of sight for her, moved so that it opened more. So that she could see him properly.
All of him.
Sahvage certainly hadn’t willed the change of its position, and there sure as shit weren’t any drafts that could have done that.
So she had. Because what he wanted to show her was what she wanted to lay her eyes on.
And far be it for him to disappoint a female of worth.
His hands went to his belt, and he pulled the leather strap free of its buckle and tongue. Then he popped the button and waited with the zipper.
Mae’s chest was rising faster and faster, and her eyes were locked on what he was doing. And the scent of her arousal was getting thicker.
Which made him want to go slow as molasses—so this on-theverge, which was both torture and pleasure, would last forever.
“Is this what you want?” he asked in a growl.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Well, wasn’t that the right answer.
Sahvage lowered the zipper—and his erection took it from there, bursting free of the lock-and-key it had been straining against, the thick arousal jutting straight out from his hips. As he let his pants go, they dropped to his feet.
She bit her lower lip and moaned. But she didn’t come over.
And that was hot.
“Do you want me to touch it?” he said in a low voice.
When she nodded, he took his hand and wrapped his palm around his shaft. He groaned—he couldn’t help it. He wanted it to be her doing the grip, and he wanted to be kissing her while she stroked him—and that was why this got to him so much. As he rode himself up and down, while watching her watch him, his mind spun with what it was going to be like when it was her. When Mae’s hand was on him. When she was making him come—
Fucking hot as fuck.
And she must have felt the same way because she tucked the gun away and came forward. With every step she took, he stroked. Stroked. Stroked. As she arrived at the door, he prayed she entered.
She did.
Over the threshold. Door closing behind her.
Except she leaned back against it, wrapping her arms around herself and staring at him. “Now is not the time.”
Her voice was incredibly disappointed, and what do you know. That shit speared through him like a sword.
Sahvage halted his hand, but did not release his hold. “I find myself wanting to argue the point. But as you can see, I’m a little self-interested at the moment.”
Mae’s pink tongue, her delicious, erotic, pink tongue, traveled across her lower lip. Then she nipped that soft flesh with her fangs, biting down like she was swallowing a moan.
“What if Tallah wakes up?” she whispered.
“I stop.”
There was a pause. And then, thank the frickin’ Scribe Virgin, Mae nodded. “I just want to see . . . what you look like.”
Bracing his free hand on the wall, he had a feeling he was going to need the help with his balance. “When I come?”
“Yes,” she sighed.
“Tell me what you want. You know, just so I’m sure I get it right.”
“I want you . . . to make yourself . . .”
“What,” he demanded.
“Come.”
That word leaving her lips made the world tilt and spin. And he wasn’t losing his chance. Even though he wanted his hands on her body, and he wanted to pleasure her, if this was as far as they were going? Fine. He was totally fucking into it.
Kicking his pants free, he went base to head with his palm, finding a slow rhythm that juiced his erection up more than some of the best sex he’d actually had—and that was not because of his handling technique. It was all because of Mae. Her mere presence, even without any physical contact between them, was hotter than the other females he’d physically been with.
He didn’t know why. And he wasn’t inclined to waste time on that one.
He had a feeling the answer would scare the shit out of him—
As Mae lifted her fingers to her mouth, she brushed her lower lip back and forth like she was imagining him kissing her—
Sahvage hissed and squeezed his eyes shut. He was so on the verge already and he didn’t want it to end so soon. This sacred space, just for the two of them, was like a vault locking out the world, and fuck, he wanted that right now. Had wanted this kind of amnesia for a long time.