and use him for a punching bag.”
“No. Let’s just go. Tonight was bizarre enough without the two of you getting physical.”
His eyes flashed dangerously. “You’re right. The only one I wanna be physical with is you.”
I swatted his arm.
“Is that right, Mr. Summers?”
“You can bet your life on it, sweetheart.”
He stood up from the bench, still holding me. “You okay to walk to the car? I don’t want to draw further attention to us. If the guys from security think something weird is going on—”
“I’m fine. I can walk on my own.”
He lowered me to the ground, still holding me across my back for support. “I’m not going to break, Harrison. I’m not a porcelain doll.”
“Um . . . yeah, I know . . . but we were pretty rough in there. I’m just worried about you.”
“That’s sweet, but I can take as good as I give. I got this.” I gave him my best smile, even though my knees felt weak and I missed the feel of his arms around me.
Harrison was such a contradiction that he made my head spin. One minute he was carnal, primal even, the next he was concerned that I was okay.
Signaling the valet to bring the car around, we stood in silence for a while, each lost in our thoughts.
“Oh crap,” I said, breaking the silence.
“What’s wrong?”
“My purse. It’s still on the table inside. I should go get it.” I ran a hand over my hair, trying to straighten it. “My keys are in there.”
“Baby, you have that just-fucked glow all over you. Not to mention a bite mark on your neck and breast that’s plain for everyone to see.” His fingertips ran reverently over the affected areas as he held my gaze. Admiration and lust mingled in his eyes. “The elegant Eva Ryder has never looked sexier, but that’s for my eyes only.”
He removed his hand, took his phone from his pocket and made a call.
“Savage, listen, buddy, where are you?”
I listened as he instructed his partner to find my purse and deliver it to his place on his way home.
“Guess you’re staying at my place again tonight,” he said with a cocky grin. “You may as well move in, you know.”
His words knocked the wind right out of me. For a commitment-phobe, Harrison was saying things I never thought I’d hear coming from his mouth. Yet, I was the one who’d not be up for it. After kicking Nolan out, I’d made up my mind that I wasn’t moving in with a guy ever again until I had a ring on my finger. That would never happen with Harrison, so the chances of me ever moving to his place were as good as zero.
Chapter 18 – Eva
Sundays were my favorite day of the week. Don’t get me wrong—I loved my job and wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. But Sundays had a special kind of magic to them. Especially those mornings when I woke up with sunlight streaming through the window, and Harrison’s warm body was spooning into my back, his leg draped over mine, and his breath on my neck.
But this wasn’t such a Sunday morning. A storm from hell raged outside, bashing tree branches against the window as the wind howled. Shivering, I pulled the covers up to my chin and sighed. No Harrison to cuddle into either.
For a few seconds, disappointment washed over me that he’d left the bed. I was still thinking about it when the delicious aroma of bacon snaked its way to my consciousness and I took another deep sniff. My stomach growled and I remembered that I hadn’t had a decent dinner the night before.
“Good morning, sunshine.” Harrison stood in the doorway of his bedroom, his hair ruffled from where my fingers had been the night before. I smiled, remembering how I’d yanked the smooth strands every time his head had disappeared between my thighs. I’d never had a lover who could eat me out like Harrison, and sometimes the sensations were just so intense that my hands did the communicating for me.
I laughed—a genuine laugh from the belly. “Good morning, handsome.”
Wearing nothing but a chef’s hat and slippers, Harrison folded his arms across his bare muscled chest and waved his cock at me. He looked fucking ridiculous, yet so achingly adorable at the same time.
“Ready for breakfast?” He beamed.
“Um, anything else other than your sausage on the menu?” I said, eyeing his erection while I held onto my side as fits