Free Savage Hearts by Chloe Cox Page A

and Cate Kennedy at the same time,” she said, hating how it sounded. “And I know you need a lawyer, you need me as a lawyer, and—” p> span>
    “They’re the same person,” he interrupted.
    Cate shook her head, trying to remember words while feeling the heat of his thigh against her leg, the pad of his thumb brushing the back of her hand. Words. There were words for this.
    Only there weren’t, really, because she knew it didn’t make sense, it wouldn’t make sense to anyone but her. It didn’t even make sense to her, strictly speaking, it just was, and it was something she had to live with, and…
    Oh, goddammit, you are NOT going to cry.
    “Cate,” Soren said, his voice cutting through the nonsense ricocheting around her head. “Look at me. I’ll show you.”
      She looked at him. She couldn’t look anywhere else. He would show her?
    “Ok?” he said.
    Dumbly, she nodded. “Ok,” she said.
    With a satisfied growl he pulled her to him, pushing one leg between hers. Cate fell forward, her hands planted on his chest, his thigh pressed between her legs. Her mouth fell open in surprise.
    Then she felt his hands on her hips.
    Felt him pulling her up his leg until she straddled him. Felt him raise his thigh between her legs.
    Heard herself gasp.
    “Look at me,” he said.
    God, that face. Chiseled, unyielding, intense. The eyes unwavering, piercing, mesmerizing.
    And now his hands, those big hands wrapping around her hips, his fingers tugging the hem of her skirt higher and higher. Cate’s breaths came faster and faster, the sounds of the people at the bar got louder and louder.
    “What are you doing?” she said.
    He didn’t answer her. Just smiled slightly. Like he wouldn’t answer questions she already knew the answer to.
    Then he bucked his leg.
    “Jesus,” she heard herself moan. She dug her fingers into his chest and bit her lip, embarrassed. He’d positioned her so her full weight rested on his thigh between her legs and somehow put pressure right where it counted, and the sensation had arced through her like lightning. She couldn’t believe it. He could make her moan just by…
    “Oh God,” she said.
    His other hand was roving.
    Inside her tailored jacket, up hrt jacket,er side, over her breast. Not even a little bit shy. Her eyes widened and she looked at him, not totally sure what she was supposed to do, to say. This was a ridiculous situation. He was her client, a rock star, a stranger, and his hand was pulling down the neck of her top, her bra, his thumb finding her nipple.
    “Fuck, Soren,” she panted. “There are people…right…over there.”
    His grin was positively evil.
    “There sure are,” he said. “Which makes what you’re about to do so much hotter.”
    “What I’m about to—”
    Soren didn’t let her finish. He took a fistful of her hair in his hand, pulled her down onto his chest, and claimed her mouth with his own.
    Cate melted.
    His lips were surprisingly soft and the bristle on his jaw just rough enough, and damn, did the man know how to use his tongue. The warmth, the wetness, the perfect pressure, the way he licked her top lip and then sucked on the bottom one—all of it left her in a daze. So much so that when he finally pulled back, his eyes shining, it took her a second to realize she was squeezing her thighs around his leg, her panties damp, her breast nearly popped out, her hair disheveled.
    Good God.
    “That was pretty hot,” she said.
    He said, “That’s not what you’re gonna do.”
    And then he raised his leg again, his hands pressing down on her hips, driving her into him, and Cate moaned. She couldn’t help it, it just happened, the feeling…how was he doing this? The angle just right to apply a kind of pressure she hadn’t felt before.
    “Jesus, Soren…”
    His hand moved around her hip, found its way under her skirt, which was hiked all the way up her leg. His thumb pressed down just above her clit and she fell forward, her hair falling