Savage Love (Savage Trilogy #3) - Lisa Renee Jones Page 0,10
now and I told you that was the wrong question. We never finished that conversation.”
“And I asked what the right question to ask was.”
“Why didn’t I come back sooner? That’s the right question.”
“Why didn’t you come back sooner, Rick?”
“After that first brutal mission gone wrong, I hated what I’d done. And then I hated how much easier it got to keep on killing.”
“Why didn’t you come back sooner?” she asks again.
“It was easier to have you hate me for not coming back than to hate me for who I’d become.”
“I don’t hate you at all. I never hated you. I worried about you. I missed you. I really missed you. I hurt without you. You hurt me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you ever again, never again. And to be clear: you’re stuck with me. The only way I leave is if you tell me you want me to leave.”
She wraps her arms around me, her soft curves pressed to my body. “I want to grow old and boring with you, too, Rick Savage.”
“Not fat?” I tease.
She smiles. “Not fat. I like your muscles too much.”
I laugh but the light moment burns instantly hot, and I’m not sure if it’s her or me that moves, but our mouths collide, desperate and hungry—a wild turbulent hiss of lust and love, unleashed. Her hands on my body. My hands sure as fuck on her body. She strokes the hard line of my cock and tugs at my zipper. I cup her sweet little backside and lift her, settling her down on the mattress, and tugging her to the edge.
I’m back on my knees in front of her where I intend to place my mouth and tongue in that sweet spot between her legs. I never get the chance. She sits up, wrapping her arms around me, her puckered nipples between us, her lips finding my lips. Her tongue lances past my teeth, and caresses. I meet that caress with a deeper stroke that ends with a scrape of my teeth. I squeeze her backside and pull her closer, the fingers of my free hand settled into the slick heat between her open thighs, she whimpers into my mouth.
That whimper is my undoing more times than not this time, not until I’ve become the undoing of her. My fingers sink inside her, and now she’s panting, murmuring “Rick” all soft and sweet.
“I never let anyone else call me Rick.” I tangle my fingers into her hair and drag her gaze to mine. “No one.”
She inches back and stares at me, understanding in her eyes. I fucked around but no one else was ever worthy of knowing my first name. “No one?” she asks tentatively.
“No one, baby.” I devour her mouth, savoring the taste of her surrender that I don’t deserve, but I’ll change that. I’ll spend a damn lifetime changing that. My thumb works her clit, lips parting with her pant. I watch her lashes lower and it only takes a few pumps of my fingers, and caress of her swollen nub before she whimpers with an arch of her hips, grabbing my arm. “I—I—” She quakes against my hand and around my fingers.
I lick her bottom lip and ease her through the spasms, my fingers caressing deep and long, and then slow and slower yet. She grabs my shoulders, limp for a moment before she brings her lips to mine. “I need a lot of things with you, Rick. Right now, I need you inside me.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Savage
Me and my cock really want Candace riding us right now, but I’m not trying to make this all about me. It’s about her, and her pleasure. Okay, it’s also about me. Her pleasure is still a whole lot of my pleasure. “I want you on my tongue right now.”
She reaches for my pants once again. “I want to be on your cock right now.”
I laugh, a good laugh, the kind of laugh I’ve never been able to share with anyone while fucking but Candace. The kind of laughing and joking that does nothing to diminish the intensity between us. “Does this mean you want to be on top?”
She nips my lips this time. “You’ll have to get undressed to find out, now won’t you?”
“Hmmm.”
“Rick, damn it. I need—”
My mouth finds hers, and we’re all kinds of wild that turns into me naked with her now, and when I sit down on the bed, she’s standing in front of me. I pull her to my lap, and