Page 46 of The Substitute

“Of course you can.”

I chew on the inside of my cheek as I work up the nerve to ask my next question. The last few years, I hoped to be doing all this with Rhys, and I guess I never gave myself time to think about doing it with anyone else. I don’t think I’m ready for anything more than just this.

“And if I don’t want to go farther than just this? Is that okay?”

Savage cups my cheek and lifts my head until I’m looking at him. “If you aren’t into something, I don’t want it. Period.” He brushes my cheek with his thumb. “If all you want is to cuddle, that’s all we’ll do. You just have to tell me that.”

I’m shaking my head before he stops speaking. “I want you to kiss me and touch me.” It’s not until the words are out that I realize I’m staring at his mouth, so I meet his gaze and whisper, “Please.”

He smiles and touches his mouth to mine, then he does some ninja move that has me flat on the mattress. On instinct, I wrap my arms around him like I’m going to fall, but when my pulse settles, I slide my hands down his back to cup his ass. Feeling his muscles move under his clothes while he’s grinding against me makes it impossibly hotter.

Savage grips one of my legs and hooks it over his hip. Taking the hint, I wrap both my legs around him, changing the angle of my hips for him to thrust against. When I gasp, he teases my lip with his tongue until I chase him. It’s a dance, a game, and I desperately want to play.

Over the soft cotton of his shirt, I drag my fingers through the dips and valleys of the muscles that cover his body. I play with the edge of his shirt, not sure if I can touch under it.

Savage smiles against me, trailing kisses and bites along my jaw to my ear.

“Do you want my shirt off?”

I whimper at the tingles centering in my groin and making my cock ache.

“Words.” He bites at my earlobe and pulls.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp. “Yes, please.”

With a chuckle, he reaches behind his head and pulls the fabric off.

The door opens, and I freeze. Savage looks over his shoulder and sighs.

“That explains why he wasn’t answering me.” Ambrose’s unamused tone has my eyes widening. Oh, shit. “I’m not leaving, so continue or don’t.”

“You get the cuck chair then.” Savage points to Ambrose’s desk chair and lowers back down to kiss me again.

“Really? We’re just going to keep going?”

“You’re going to do what I tell you to.”

“Why is that hot?” I let him kiss me again but watch Ambrose, who has taken a seat in the chair with his arms crossed. He’s watching me like a hawk, and it’s definitely doing something for me.

Savage smirks against my skin. “Because you like not having to think.”

He slides a hand into my hair and turns my face toward Ambrose while he sets goosebumps off across my skin with his lips and teeth on my neck. I’m a trembling, whimpering mess in a matter of seconds.

Ambrose adjusts in the chair, pulling on his pants like he’s uncomfortable. It draws my attention to his groin, and holy shit, I think he’s hard. Is he into this? Does he like watching me with Savage?

“I can’t believe you’re sitting in the cuck chair,” Savage scoffs as he slides his hand under my shirt and my eyes close.

“Wouldn’t be my first time,” Ambrose says nonchalantly.

I pick my head up, but Savage cuts me off.

“No, don’t ask him to explain right now.” Savage rolls us to the side so my back is to Ambrose. Our legs are intertwined, and Savage smiles at me. “Much better,” he says against my lips.

Ambrose growls an irritated sound.

“Ignore him. Stay right here.” Savage nuzzles my nose, kisses me softly, trails his lips up my cheeks and his fingers down my back. It takes a few minutes, but I relax into it, letting myself enjoy the simple caresses and attention.

I lay my head on his chest, breathing him in and kissing his throat lazily. He gives me a soft hum that I like too much.