Save Me by Shara Azod Read Free Book Online

in case. There was a mountain of barely decipherable women’s magazines and romance novels under his bed. Most of what he’d read had only confused him, but damn, was he glad he’d done it now. As he’d requested, she wore the snow-white dress that was all clingy fabric, tiny straps and no back. The stark lack of color contrasted beautifully with the rich darkness of her skin. None of the glamorous women Dieter had wasted time on from time had come close to looking this captivating.
    “You look delicious in that dress.” Fuck! That was the wrong word. Beautiful—that was what he should’ve said. Gorgeous. But damned if she wasn’t the most delectable, utterly fuckable woman he’d ever known. How did a man balance between the beauty and the raw and carnal sumptuousness of a woman? Yes, she was lovely, but sweet Christus he wanted her! “No, no—I didn’t mean to imply I want to eat—”
    Yes, yes he did want to eat her. Spread her thighs and lap at her cream until she screamed from it. Until she could barely move. Fuck, this was not going well. All the pent-up, locked-away hunger was leaking from his every pore.
    “Sorry,” he mumbled with a shrug, feeling awkwardly at a loss. Still, his damn cock would not stop throbbing.
    “Don’t be.” Flashing him that sweet, gentle smile of hers, she grasped his hand, immediately putting him at ease. “I love the idea of you finding me delicious. Does that mean you intend to gobble me up?”
    He knew she was teasing; it was far from the first time she’d done so. It was just that tonight teasing took on a whole new meaning. This time there was no pretending they didn’t understand the meaning behind the words.
    “ Ja ,” he answered honestly. “I want you so bad it hurts.” Not quite the way he had intended that to come out, but true nonetheless. “ Ich bin verrückt nach dir ,” he breathed out, without thinking.
    “English, please?”
    She looked worried, so he told her, “It just means I am crazy for you, because I am.” There, it was out there.
    “Are you?” Alicia’s smile beamed out like the sun in the dimly lit restaurant. Somewhere off in the distance he could hear the soft clinking of crystal and fine china, hushed conversations, but at the table they were in a world of their own. She made him feel like that, like there was no one else in existence but the two of them. “I guess we need to do something about that. then.”
    That threw him. Teasing he could handle, but this was just a step beyond. A hurt Alicia required strong arms to hold her. A confused Alicia demanded quiet understanding, perhaps a gentle nudge in the right direction. A reflective, introverted Alicia called for steadfastness, explanations, sometimes prodding. Claus had no inkling how to deal with this Alicia she was showing him. This woman was more self-assured, more open—daring, even. She put all his other Alicias to shame. And he loved her as he loved every other side of her. Still had no idea how to handle her.
    “Dinner was lovely, but I am ready for dessert, I think,” she purred, pushing her half-eaten plate away.
    Claus swallowed his tongue. Holy hell, this was really happening.
    Shoving his chair back with far more force than was called for, he dropped a healthy wad of bills on the table without counting it. Counting took time; it required thinking. He wasn’t sure he could do either. Forcing himself to move with more care, he pulled her chair out far more carefully than he’d flung back his own. They needed to get out of the restaurant and into the elevator. Had to get her to the room as soon as possible. He could do this, he knew he could.
    “Claus, that is way more than dinner costs, I’m sure.” There was a tinge of nervousness in her laughter, but thank God she was going where he led.
    “Can’t wait. They can have it.”
    Two years. For two very long years he’d bottled up all these feelings and emotions she’d brought back to life in him. He’d lied