Savage Love (Savage Trilogy #3) - Lisa Renee Jones Page 0,61
an assassin, Candace. I don’t know if I say that to offer you comfort or if that just fucks with your head all the more.”
I bristle. “You are not—”
“I was. I was and I am. I killed Tag without a blink. I killed his men with even less of a blink. They were all assassins, paid big money for their skills, and they were dirt under my shoes. Right now, I need you to use that knowledge to feel safe. I will not let anyone, no matter how skilled, hurt you.”
“I’m fine. It was a weird moment. This is new to me and I—you’re not a damn assassin.” I try to turn away from him, to focus on the apartment, but he catches my hand and pulls me back to him.
“Do you know why Kane Mendez owes me a favor?”
I hold up a hand. “I don’t want to know.”
“You need to know who I am before you tell me you love me again.”
“Do not start this again. I’m here, in New York. I am not going to listen to you try to scare me off. I can’t even take that. It freaks me out. It makes me feel unsteady. I love you. I said it. I love you, Rick Savage.”
“Pocher had his woman raped, and she was supposed to be killed, too. She survived, but she was a liability, so Kane flexed his muscle. He made Pocher think that his brother was kidnapped by a rival of the Mendez cartel. Pocher had to go to Kane for help. Kane agreed to help if Lilah was off-limits. I was the rival cartel. I kept Pocher’s brother prisoner and I cut off his damn finger and sent him back to Pocher that way.”
I’m bristling all over again. “Pocher had her raped and wanted to kill her. Was the brother the same monster as Pocher?”
“Yes, but—”
I cut him off. “No but. You don’t kill or hurt good people because damn it, Rick Savage, you’re a good person.” I poke his chest with those words.
“My God, woman, you must love the hell out of me.”
“I do. I love the hell out of you. When will you get that through your thick skull?”
“When will you wake up next to me and wonder what the fuck you were thinking?”
“I woke up without you for years and wondered what the fuck I was thinking. You know why? Because I thought we were in love and yet you left. And we were in love, and we are in love, and now we’re back together so just shut up and show me the apartment already.” I try to turn away again, but he catches me to him.
His hand is on the back of my head, his face close to my face, breath warm on my lips. “Shut up and show you the apartment?”
“Yes, damn it. Show me our apartment, Rick Savage, because I’m not leaving. Ever. Not without you.”
His mouth slams down on my mouth, and by the first swipe of his tongue, I’m melting and against the wall. His hands caress my body, and mine are under his T-shirt, the feel of taut skin over hard muscle, creating a low, burn in my belly. I want him. I want him so badly that I can barely stand it, but he pulls back, his lips leave mine.
I’m panting when he murmurs, “You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you right now.”
“Then why aren’t you?” I challenge.
“You’re home now. The next time I’m inside you, I want you to know you’re home.”
“I was home the minute I saw you again, Rick Savage.”
He catches my hand. “I want you to see the apartment.” His free hand is on my face, and he kisses me again, a quick swipe of tongue before his cheek is against my cheek, and his mouth at my ear. “Then I’m going to take you to the shower, suds you up and lick that sweet spot between your legs until you quake on my tongue.” He pulls back. “You got a problem with that?”
“No,” I whisper, all but whimpering with the idea. I’m wet. I’m aching. I tremble as I add, “No problem.”
He smiles and pulls me to him. “Good. Then let’s take a tour.” He rotates me and faces me toward the rest of the apartment. “Go explore, baby, so I can explore you, later.” He smacks my butt and I yelp but I’m smiling when I hurry forward, suddenly eager all