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“You still have a pay phone?”
“Yeah. Never got rid of it.”
I root around in my pocket and pull out a couple quarters. “I should be good.”
Then I rise. “Bye, Vannah.”
“Bye”—she smiles—“Savage.”
Damn. Her soft voice hits me right in the groin. But I don’t want her calling me Savage. I’m no longer that guy. I’m Falcon Bellamy, out on parole, and I’m never going back inside.
Hell, no.
Still…I feel like Savage. Part of me will always be Savage.
“It’s Falcon,” I say.
“But you said—”
“I know what I said, but that part of my life is over.” I walk back to the door by the kitchen and find the pay phone in a small alcove. I insert both quarters, listen for a dial tone—
“I’m sorry.”
I turn at Vannah’s voice. She stands, looking beautiful in her black leggings, leather boots, and forest-green tunic.
“For what?”
“For calling you Savage. For offering to drive you home. You’re right. I wasn’t thinking, and thank you for looking out for me.”
“No thanks needed.”
She smiles. “Well, I appreciate it. More than you know.”
My fingers itch. They itch to reach out. To touch the milky skin of her cheek, the soft silk of her hair. Already I’m hard as a rock just thinking about it.
Of course I am. It’s been eight fucking years, unless you count the one-nighter on furlough. The alcove is private enough.
I look around.
No. Can’t do it. Besides, she’s not offering.
“You’re welcome. Now do me a favor. Get the hell away from me before I pin you up against this wall and fuck you.”
3
SAVANNAH
Oh God…
I squirm. I can’t help it. He’s so tall, so broad, so amazingly sexy with his knuckle tats and all that dark hair.
And those eyes…
Those eyes are the sexiest of all.
They’re so dark, and his lashes are long, thick, and black, longer than most women’s. He’s staring at me with such intensity, and I feel it everywhere…especially between my legs.
I followed him back here to apologize, sure, but also because I didn’t want to say goodbye just yet.
Something about him pulls at me, and it’s not just his raw masculinity. Sure, it’s been a while for me, but I don’t normally offer a guy, no matter how gorgeous, a ride home. Of course I know better. For a moment I considered that it was a reaction to Ashley’s cajoling, but it wasn’t. Ashley’s a pain in my ass, but I don’t let her dictate what I do. Not ever.
No.
This is something else.
Something physical that I’ve never felt before.
Something that’s pulling me.
Making me ache.
I should go.
I should take his advice and go, because I’m not the kind of woman who lets a stranger take her up against a wall in a public place.
Those words, coming from any other man, would be a total turnoff.
But coming from this man?
Oh. My. God.
I gulp. “Not here.”
“Fuck that.” He pulls me to his body and smashes his mouth to mine.
I part my lips without thinking, and he sweeps his tongue between them, a low growl emanating from his chest and into mine.
Our lips slide together, our teeth clash, and thank God for his big, muscular body because my legs have turned to gelatin. His arms steady me, and I wrap my own around his neck, tugging on his hair and sliding my hands over his broad shoulders.
He deepens the kiss with another feral growl, and I glide my tongue against his. He tastes of the bourbon he was drinking, of spice and mint, of burly man. Intoxicating.
He slides one hand down my back and grabs my ass, pulling me against the hard bulge in his jeans.
Warm tingles shoot through me, and I grip his hair at the back of his neck to keep my balance. His kiss has me on fire, hot blue flames, and I’m powerless against it.
And that’s okay. In this moment, I relish that powerlessness.
I’ll let him fuck me up against this wall. No questions asked.
I’m ready, grinding into him, his hard bulge tantalizing my clit through all our layers of clothing.
So ready… So ready—
He rips his mouth from mine, wipes his own with his hand. “Fuck.”
I swallow, biting my lower lip. His lips are even fuller and pinker now from our passionate kiss. His eyes are narrowed, and he’s burning me with his gaze.
“You need to leave,” he says. “Now.”
“What if I don’t want to leave?” I say boldly.
“Vannah, I’m serious.” He gazes at me, all over me, making me even hotter. “I want you. I want you as much as I’ve ever wanted anyone. More, even. But you’re too good for this. You deserve better than a quick fuck in a public place. I can’t do that to you. I won’t do that to you.”
His words only make me want him more.
But he’s right. This isn’t me.
I break free quickly and rejoin the others at the table.
