Page 5 of Savage Grace
The stranger pointed to the spot in front of him in a silent order. Usually, I was not one who enjoyed being told what to do. Usually, I would’ve playfully rolled my eyes, perhaps tossed my hair over my shoulder and walked away, only to turn back and shoot him a teasing glance.
But when he cocked his eyebrow in a show of impatience, I went straight to the spot where he pointed. For this man, maybe I could be a good girl.
Just for one night.
2
ZARINA
“What…”he panted on my lips. “What’s your name?”
My fingers dug into his broad shoulders and his hands gripped my ass while he carried me towards his front door.
I had no idea where I was. I hadn’t even been able to take in a full breath the entire taxi ride to god knows where, not with his mouth on mine and his fingers in my hair.
“Mmm…” I thought out loud. “Penny.”
“Well,” he chuckled, pressing my back against his door and nibbling at my neck as I wrapped my legs tighter around his torso. “It’s very nice to meet you, Penny.”
“Uh-huh. Open the door,” I breathed, leaning back against it.
The stranger shuffled me in his grip so that he could hold me propped against the doorframe in only one arm while he used the other hand to fish keys out of his pocket.
The short semi-introduction had been the extent of our verbal interaction, and I wasn’t overly interested in continuing it.
I needed this man to be on top of me.
After what felt like a lifetime, he unlocked the door and swung it wide open and I tumbled back out of his grip, giggling as I stumbled into his home.
It was sparsely furnished, which seemed to be the norm among men, but it was nice enough. The main difference was the art that hung on all the walls, in different colours and styles with beautiful frames.
I jumped as the door slammed shut and I spun around. The stranger was watching me with pinched, curious brows and warm, hazel-coloured eyes.
“Well,” I dropped my purse to the ground, “what do you want to do now?”
He chuckled again, deep and rough.
The sound of it made me even more excited for what was to come, and only made my mind drift towards what noises he might make in bed. I could already tell that he was probably the more vocal kind, and the thought of him moaning or grunting in my ear made me tingle.
I kicked my shoes off next, and he continued to silently watch me with his hands behind his back and his head still leaned against the door.
Without the height of my heels, I had to crane my neck to look up at him.
“Are you going to show me where the bedroom is?” I drew a finger through the belt loop of his dark jeans, tugging gently. “Or do I have to get on my knees right here?”
The stranger made an approving noise, snaking an arm around my waist and pulling me against his body.
“You’re dangerous.”
“Oh, you have no idea.” I chuckled, reaching up and wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down into a kiss.
His rough hands wandered a little more freely now, gripping at my waist, my hips, my ass, pulling me against him so hard that I could feel just how ready he was for me through the denim.
“I’m really trying to behave myself here,” he said against my ear.
I ignored him, turning my attention to his belt, undoing the buckle and freeing it from the loops.
“You’re making it very hard.”
