Candace and get her the hell out of there before someone convinces her I need to stay away from her tonight, too.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Candace
My phone alarm goes off at seven in the morning, and I groan at the beeping noise. How can I not? I’m on my side, with Savage’s big body wrapped around me, his legs tangled with mine. I don’t want to get up, but suddenly my eyes pop open. “We’re getting married tomorrow,” I say, a lift in my voice, excitement overcoming me.
He laughs low and deep, obviously just as awake as I am, and nuzzles my neck. “Yes, we are, Candy, baby. Yes, we are. And it’s only been years in the making.”
“A decade,” I say, rolling over to press my hand to his jaw. “A decade.”
“But we wait no more,” he says, and he shifts half on top of me, pressing himself against me and he clearly has more on his mind than conversation.
He leans in to kiss me. I press my hand to his mouth. “No. We cannot have sex. It’s bad luck.”
He grabs my hand and pulls it from his mouth, frustration in those rich blue eyes of his. “You gotta be kidding me.”
“I’m not,” I say quite precisely. “We shouldn’t be together now.” I try to scoot away.
He uses his powerful leg to hold me in place. “Oh no. I’m not done with you.”
“Yes,” I say. “You are.”
“No,” he says, widening my legs and sliding in between. “I am not.”
Heat rushes through me, but my hands press firmly to his broad shoulders. “No, Rick. No.”
“No sex,” he says. “But I do have a morning-before-our-wedding gift for you.” He slides down my body and kisses my belly, his tongue dipping into my belly button, and damn him, my sex clenches.
I object. I almost sound outraged. “Sex includes all things involving the mouth.”
“No man would agree with that definition at all. Ask Bill Clinton.”
“No, you didn’t go there.”
“Oh come on. Every man has used that joke.” He slides lower. “I agree with Bill. Sex is defined how I define it and the mouth doesn’t count. And my opinion matters. You’re marrying me.” He licks my clit.
“Oh God,” I breathe out. “Rick, damn it.” His warm breath fans my cheek and my lashes lower and I’m beyond saying no. How can I want to say no when his tongue is now swirling around my clit, and his fingers are sliding along the sensitive seam of my body?
His mouth closes down on my clit and he suckles. My body lifts of its own accord, hips arching into him. And I’m lost. He’s suckling and licking, his fingers sliding inside me, and he’s just so damn good at this. He knows my body. He knows me. And there is something incredibly erotic beyond the obvious act, to having a man own you with pleasure this easily. It’s a matter of a few more licks, and I am already trembling my way into release, gasping when the quake and all its intensity has passed.
His fingers slide out of me and he kisses my belly, his blue eyes brimming with heat and mischief. “A wedding gift,” he repeats. “And now I’m going to take a cold shower, alone, so I don’t blow your rules.” He pushes off the bed and starts walking toward the bathroom.
“They aren’t my rules!” I call out. “It’s luck and tradition.”
He just grunts and disappears into the bathroom. I sit up and twist around to sit on the edge of the bed, my body heavy and sated. His, not so much. I debate—oh, how I debate—what comes next. I should just leave him in there and follow the “rules” as he put it. But an idea comes to me. I stand up, strip off my gown and walk toward the bathroom.
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Savage
I’m so damn hard I could nail something to the damn floor, but I don’t have a cold shower in me right now. I turn on the water, let it warm, and step inside. I’ve just shut the door when it opens again and Candace steps inside, naked of course. She pushes up against me, one of her hands wrapping my cock, and presses me against the wall. “We are not having sex,” she declares.
“You just wanted to hold it?” I ask, closing my hand around hers to make sure she doesn’t change her mind.
“No,” she says, going down on her knees.
I let go of her hand and she brings my cock to her mouth as