Page 57 of Savage Escape

“You knowwhat. Stop.”

“Fine.” Nathan couldn’t help the accompanying growl.

She wanted to pretend like this, them, was some inconsequential encounter they could forget about later. Hedidn’t know at what point he’d made up his mind about having her, but damn it, why couldn’t she just not be difficult?

Right. And world peace would descend and he and all his family and half the world’s population would all be out of a job.

“What are you smirking at?”

If she knew his thoughts, he’d either receive a sucker punch to the gut or she’d laugh in his face and roll her eyes. Neither option sounded particularly fun.

“You’re alive. I’m alive. We’re not sporting toe tags or body bags and we’re safe.” Nathan watched her head tilt and then her dark eyes started to look concerned. Like she was afraid all the blood loss had crippled his brain.

“Yes... and?”

“Well, if memory serves, this is the part where you kiss me until I am blue in the face.”

Lush lips pulled into a sweet smile and her eyes lit from within. Dark chocolate brown eyes were locked on his own. Had she always had such pretty eyes? Had they always been that color? Hadn’t they been black? Under the mess of bruises, blood, and swollen lumps, she smiled a genuine, honest-to-god smile. Nathan swayed where he sat, once again rendered deaf, dumb, and speechless at the rare glimpse of her soul.

Sweet Jesus, he wanted more of that. All of that. He wanted to kiss her pretty lips and taste her mouth and feel her tongue against his. He wanted to bury himself inside her.

Her lips covered his. Her warm, soft mouth stopped any and all thoughts. Soft and sweet. He couldn’t kiss her like that but she could him? What a hypocrite.

Her bruised eyes closed and her good hand settled on his chest. The warmth from her hand seeped into his chest and made a shudder rack his body. Christ, it was like he’d never experienced sex before.

He needed to control his shit before he embarrassed himself.

She didn’t like soft and tender. Fine. Nathan could do hard and hot.

He bent his head and took control of the kiss. Her lips fit perfectly to his, supple and soft under the bruising heat of his mouth. She gripped his shirt like she needed something to keep her grounded and moaned. He caught it and pressed deeper, and Caden opened her mouth.

She tasted like Skittles and copper.

Nathan used his good arm to anchor her to his chest and then ran his hand over her side and cupped her ass, bringing her up to meet the hard bulge between his thighs. He braced for protest, but she only blinked her pretty eyelashes at him and gave a hungry moan. Her teeth found tendons on his neck and her fingers sunk into his hair again.

Another shudder went through him. More and more blood left his brain to surge to his dick. His head spun, even as he pulled her tighter against him. Caden let out another breathy moan and arched into him, the swells of her breasts pushing against his chest. It was at that moment Nathan’s brain poured out his ears and all the remaining blood in his body rushed to his dick.

He bit her lip, and she gasped and moaned. The sound made his hips buck of their own accord, and Caden pressed closer to him.

Closer, he needed to get her closer.

Too many clothes.

Her fingernails raked down his chest and made him kiss her harder in response.

But then her lips turned cold and calloused. Why did she smell like a dog? He felt her body jerk away, but her lips stayed—no, not lips. It was a hand.

Not at all as shocking as it should have been, Reid was scowling down at them. His cold, calloused goddamned hand all but muzzled Nathan’s face in a death grip.

He was going to strangle Reid with his own stethoscope.

Heat dissipated and blood returned to his brain. Well, enough to string together a few different colorful curses and threats that had no outward effect on his goddamned brother. Probably because they were all muffled by the hand still covering his face.

“What the hell, Reid!” Finally, Nathan thought to remove his hand from Caden’s backside and use it to pry the fingers off his face.

“No intercourse.” It wasn’t so much that Reid was woefully unadjusted, it was just that any and all social niceties went in one ear, were deemed trivial and tedious, and slid out the other ear.

“What the hell is your problem?” Sexual frustration was pumping through him in waves. Caden’s frame trembled on top of him and Nathan couldn’t bring himself to look at her just yet. If Reid scared her off, Nate was going to kill the bastard.