Savage (Demented Souls #15)

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D onna marveled at the smooth and soft yet also hard feel to Savage as she ran her hands up his chest and over his shoulders. She wanted to touch more but not enough to stop him from what he was doing, as it felt so good.

Unfamiliar sensations raced through her, sending her mind spinning as he used his hands and mouth on her and moved down her body. He said there was more but what he’d done so far had already blown her mind. She could still barely think for the way he made her feel. And it wasn’t over.

“Don’t you want my clothes off?” She blinked at how her voice had changed.

“If you want them off, then take them off. I won’t complain, but I can do everything I plan on doing tonight with your clothes on.”

Hurt seemed to stab her in the gut. She had never known a man who didn’t want to get her out of her clothes, well other than her dad but that would have just been creepy. Now Savage seemed interested in her. He said he wanted her, but he didn’t want to take her clothes off. She didn’t know what that meant or how to react.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

It wasn’t until he spoke that Donna realized she’d been so lost in her own head and hurt that she hadn’t realized he’d stopped the amazing things he’d been doing to her body, now he hovered above her, she could feel his breath across her skin, waiting for her answer.

She didn’t know what to say. And not knowing how he would react if she did tell him what she was feeling? Her stomach roiled as her brain scrambled to try to come up with something.

“Are you okay, babe?”

Fear made her freeze. She knew he wasn’t Noah but her history with him had taught her how to react, and it was all she knew.

“No. you’re not. Come on, babe, tell me what’s wrong.” He paused a moment then his hand stroked the side of her face. that did as much as anything else to draw her back to the moment instead of the fear that rapidly consumed her brain.

Donna took a deep breath and tried to let it out slowly as she concentrated on knowing that this wasn’t Noah. It was Savage and he had never been as casually cruel as Noah had been. To her surprise, he seemed angered every time she told him something Noah had done in the past. Maybe that meant he was nothing like Noah. Not that she could get past the things that had become ingrained in her, at least not right away but maybe eventually, if things continued to be this good.

His touch on her face grounded her as much as anything else.

“Can you talk to me, Donna? Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know that wrong is the right word, but something you said hit a nerve and I froze for a moment.”

“What was it?” His voice was as gentle as it had been all night if not more so. “I ask so I don’t do it again. I don’t want to push sensitive buttons unless I have to.”

She took another deep breath and tried to figure out how to put it into words. “You didn’t want my clothes off.” Her face heated. “I don’t understand how you say you want me, but you don’t want me to take off at least my shirt.” Her face heated again but at least he couldn’t see it. “It made me think that maybe you are just humoring me, and it hurt my feelings.”

“First, babe, I want you to have no doubt I want you. Does this feel like I’m humoring you?” He lowered his abdomen to rest against hers. She could feel the thick hardness of his erection pressed into her belly.

No, he definitely wasn’t humoring her.

“Second, oh, hell give me a second.” He shifted his weight where he still hovered above her. “Close your eyes a second.”

She frowned, wondering what he was doing but did as he asked. The next thing she knew the light came on.

“Okay you can open them,” he said as he moved back to where he’d been a moment before, hovering over her. “I didn’t want to surprise you by the sudden light, but I need you to see me, and I need to see you for this.” He settled back into place, his face maybe a foot from hers.

She let her eyes search his face, looking for some hint of what he was about to say. Of how angry she had made him.

“Babe, I know your ex did a number on you, so I’m going to do my best to be as patient as I can with you and all this. The first thing I need you to know is that I will never, never lay my hands on you in anger. You can trust me on that. And as a layer of security for you, if it should happen, and it won’t but just in case it should, you go tell any one of those men out there,” he jerked a thumb back toward the barn where they could hear the faint sounds of the rest of the club having a little fun tonight, “and they’ll make damned sure it never happens again.”

She opened her mouth to question that, but no sound would come out. Then she thought maybe she shouldn’t say it after all and closed her mouth but couldn’t help the way her face heated again. When would she ever stop blushing at the drop of a hat?

“Go ahead, ask.”

“Would they really side against you? For anything?” She wanted to hide her face but also wanted see his expression, so she ignored the need to hide and watched him instead.

“If I did something as stupid as hurt you, or any woman, hell yes. Just like I’d do the same to them. But the key here is I know it won’t happen because I won’t hurt you, not on purpose. Okay, babe?” He cupped her cheek, his touch almost feather light and waited.

Donna struggled to maintain the eye contact he’d started with. She knew he was doing it for a reason, even if it was really hard for her. Hopefully, someday she’d get past this.

“Okay.” The word was a little more than a whisper, but she managed to get it out.

“Second, with very few exceptions, I will never tell you something that isn’t true.”

Before she had a chance to speak, to ask him what he might say to her that wasn’t true, he moved his thumb over her lips, keeping her from speaking.

“I will do my absolute best not to have to lie to you. But there are things in my life and more in my past that I cannot talk about. Not with anyone. That’s for your safety as well as others. If you ask me something I can’t talk about, or won’t for some reason or another, I’ll tell you that. Or if you like we can come up with some code phrase that means that subject is off limits, but no one around us knows what we mean.”

She scowled, not sure what he meant.

“You need an example?” He seemed to read her mind, or maybe it was her expression. “From some of the talking we’ve done over the last couple of days I know you’re an 80s movie fan. How about if you ask something I can’t answer I say something like ‘your ego is writing checks your body can’t cash.’ Or ‘talk to me, Goose’.”

Donna couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as she recognized the movie lines and where they came from. “People would think we’ve lost our minds.”

“Who cares? We’re not talking for other people. We’re talking about things between you and me. And it’s what we know that matters.”

“I’m not sure.”

“Think about it this way. We’re out with a group of friends, conversation turns to something, I don’t know what, and you ask a question I can’t answer, whether at all or where we are at the moment. And there will be things I can tell you but have to be careful about who is around, but either way for this example I can’t say it when and where we are. Instead of saying I can’t talk about it or later, both of which could have people asking more questions than the original one. If I just say something like ‘talk to me, Goose,” or whatever phrase we come up with, then you know, without everyone else knowing and now asking more questions. Okay?”

She nodded, unable to stop the soft smile that started to curve her lip.

“Third. As for your clothes. If you want to take them off, then I won’t stop you, but I know you’re not entirely comfortable with things like that. I didn’t want to make you more nervous. Besides, after you told me you’d never come before, I kind of wanted to show you different ways I can make you come. I wanted to get you to scream my name. It would only be sweeter if I could do it with all your clothes on. If you’re good without them, I can make you scream even faster.”

He leaned in and slid his thumb off her lips just as he covered them with his mouth. He teased, licked and nipped at her lips before coaxing them open and delving inside. Donna soon lost herself in his taste. His every touch sent her mind spiraling out of control.

Savege broke the kiss, but Donna had no idea how long it had been. Her eyes drifted shut as he trailed his mouth along her skin to her ear where he spoke so softly, even someone in the tent with them wouldn’t have heard him.

“You taste like heaven. And what I’ve felt of you so far is even better. I love the way you respond to me.” He shifted so his hips pressed against her again. “Never doubt my reaction to you. You make it hard to control myself. But I will. To make it as good as I can for you.” His lips slid down along the line of her neck, sending a shiver through her. Heat pooled low in her belly. His hands once more started to slide down her body, teasing and enflaming her senses. “If you want to take your shirt off, I won’t stop you. But if you’re not comfortable with that, I’m good with that too.”

Donna’s hands went to the hem of her shirt, then she glanced up.

“But the light?”

“I like the light, babe. I plan on having my mouth on every inch of your body, sooner or later. Why can’t I see what I’m going to be tasting?”

Her entire body heated at that, and Donna wasn’t sure if it was a blush or need as he lowered his head to her shoulder then moved down her body once more. When his lips closed around her nipple, over the top of her t-shirt, she almost came out of the sleeping bag. She’d never felt anything like that.

This man was a wonder, and he said there was more? She didn’t know if she could survive more, but oh what a way to die.