Betraying Her (Savage Brothers Second Generation 3)

“Are you sure, Sunflower?”

“I’m sure,” I murmur, and our gazes hold while I undo not only his belt but his pants, too.

He pulls back and stands. He undresses slowly, his eyes locked on mine. I bite down on my lip to stifle a moan as his body is revealed.

God he’s a work of art

All lean muscle and beauty. He looks as if he was chiseled out of stone by a master. I don’t know how I got to be the lucky girl in his bed, but damn, I’m thankful. It takes me a minute to build up enough courage to let my eyes drop down. My breath lodges in my chest. I know it’s not the “in” thing these days, but I’ve never seen a man’s cock in person. That means I have nothing to judge it by, but Thomas’s is intimidating, to say the least.

“You quit undressing, Sunflower.”

“I…”

“Lyla?”

“Thomas, I don’t think you’ll fit…”

He grins at me. “Fuck, I wish I had met you years ago.”

His words make me feel warm all over. I feel the same about him. He feels like forever. Everything about him is all I’ve ever wanted. If I had met him before I wasted time on idiots like Chad….

I shake my head no. There’s no opportunity to go back, only forward, and Thomas is my future. “I’m here now, Thomas. I’m here and I’m all yours. That’s all that matters.” He gets a look on his face that can only be described as sadness. I see it overwhelm him for a minute before he leans down, stretching over me as he gets on the bed. Thomas lets out a rough breath as his lips find mine. He dives into my mouth like he’s starving for me. I vow to give him whatever I can to erase the sadness and scars he’s carrying. I may not know what they are yet, but I’m going to do everything I can to destroy them from his memories so that they don’t haunt him anymore.

Chapter 25

Thomas

“I’m here now, Thomas. I’m here and I’m all yours. That’s all that matters.”

Her words soothe something inside of me. I know it’s wrong, but I’m taking what she’s offering. She’s like hundred proof whiskey, and it’s going straight to my head. I couldn’t walk away from her right now if I wanted to—and I definitely don’t want to.

“Stand up, Lyla,” I order, reaching out my hand. She takes it and stands in front of me.

“Thomas,” she practically moans.

Her reaction to me is like the best drug possible. It goes straight to my head. I finish taking her shirt off, watching her the entire time. I doubt she even realizes that she’s licking her lips. She isn’t aware of how her eyes are eating me up. Fuck, she makes me feel like a king. After the shit that Gabby pulled, it feels really damn good to have someone not ashamed to want me and let me know.

As her shirt drops to the floor, her body trembles. I look at her, but she doesn’t seem scared at all. “You still with me, honey?” My gaze drops to take in her breasts. They’re straining against the scarlet bra she’s wearing. Her nipples are painfully hard. Seeing their outline in the dark silk material makes my cock stretch in hunger. I want to bury my cock in the valley created by her beautiful tits—hold them tightly as my shaft tunnels back and forth until I explode and come all over her face…

The thought of fucking her tits like that makes my balls ache.

“Oh, yeah,” she responds, desire laced in every syllable of her words. I’m so lost in my thoughts that it takes me a minute to remember what I asked her.

I drag the pads of my fingers along her sides, teasing her as I watch her face. The tip of her tongue comes out, traps between her cherry pink lips. I caress her hips and then push into her pants, gathering the cotton fabric in my hands.

“Let’s see what you have for me,” I purr.

She bites down on her lip but nods her head in agreement.

I slide down to my knees, dragging her panties and pants as I go. She helps me by stepping out of them—leaving her in nothing but her bra. I’ll take that off eventually, but for now, I have better things to do. I shove her clothes to the side. I caress her legs until I find my way back up to her thighs. Her skin is soft and smooth, heated to the touch, and it wraps around me, calling me to her like a Siren’s call.

I position myself better, moving between her legs as I spread her thighs wide. She stumbles a bit as she does my bidding, but I hold her steady. When I look up, she’s breathing harder, her gaze locked on me and what I’m doing. I drop my head down to stare at her pretty petal-pink pussy. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Her lips are bare but glossy wet with her need. I breathe in, taking the scent of her into my lungs. She’s pure fantasy—everything I could want.