Savior (An Impossible Novel) by Julia Sykes

deeply, loving the sexy scent that was uniquely his.
    “Sorry,” I mumbled, a bit chagrined at my inability to put one foot in front of the other.
    He just grinned down at me roguishly.  “I don’t mind.  It gives me an excuse to hold you.”
    My stomach did a delighted little flip.  “I guess I’m not sorry, then,” I breathed.  He chuckled, and I relished the way the sound seemed to rumble through me, sending warmth flooding from my chest to my fingertips.
    A part of me was secretly glad to find the apartment empty.  I didn’t think I could handle seeing Greg right now after my emotionally tumultuous evening.
    Clayton set me down on my bed, supporting my back until he was sure I could maintain a sitting position without swaying too badly.  He started to pull away from me, but I caught his forearm.  It tried to arch up into him, to sate the need that was coursing through my veins, making my most sensitive areas pulse.  But he pressed two fingers to my lips, stopping me short.
    “Not tonight, Rose,” he said gently.  I couldn’t help pouting, and he traced the outline of my lips with the pad of his thumb.  His smile was a bit regretful.  “You’re awfully cute when you pout, you know,” he informed me.  “But I won’t take advantage of you when you’re drunk.”
    I let out an annoyed huff.  “ I’m trying to take advantage of you. ”
    He laughed and tapped his finger against my nose.  “I’m not that easy.  But believe me, I would love to strip you and fuck you senseless.  Unfortunately, that just wouldn’t be right given your current state.”
    “Tease,” I accused.  “Why do you have to be so goddamn decent?”
    He laughed again, and the way his warm breath fanned across my face sent my desire spiking even higher.  His lips were so close to mine…
    “How about we make a deal?”  He proposed.  “You let me take you out to dinner tomorrow, and afterward I will do some decidedly indecent things to you.”  His eyes glinted with a mixture of lust and amusement.  He knew I would agree.  I had been determined to keep my distance from him emotionally, but it seemed he had other ideas.  And damn it if I didn’t find his cocky determination sexy as hell.
    “Fine,” I agreed, throwing up my hands in defeat.  I fixed him with a hard stare.  “But you had better hold up your end of the bargain.”
    His triumphant grin was hard-edged and hungry.  “Don’t worry.  I will.  I’ve been doing some very interesting research, and I’ve found a few things I want to try.”  Leaving that statement hanging in the air, the bastard winked at me.
    Oh, I had definitely made a mistake in drawing out his dominant side.  Was it possible to die of sexual frustration?  I was pretty sure I was about to explode.
    “Tease,” I accused again, more hotly this time.
    “You’re adorable when you pout like that,” he informed me, clearly entertained by my frustration.  Gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger, he brushed a feather-light kiss across my cheek before whispering in my ear. “Besides, I know you like being teased.”
    I shuddered as another wave of lust washed through me.  “You’re a bastard, you know that?”  I asked him shakily.
    He chuckled.  “I seem to recall being accused of being too goddamn decent a moment ago.”
    “I rescind that statement.”  The way my voice wavered ruined my attempt to sound reproachful.
    “And you need to learn to watch your language,” he continued on over me as though I hadn’t spoken.  “We can work on that.”
    The sensual threat elicited an audible moan from deep within me.  “Fuck, Clayton.  Please, just touch me already.”
    He was smirking at me.  “Begging and more cursing?  You’re devious, aren’t you?  Unfortunately for you, I came across that in my research.  It’s called ‘topping from the bottom,’ isn’t it?  Well, I’m not falling for it, babe.  I don’t think I’ve told you this, but