Chapter 12
Savage closed the apartment door behind me and leaned against it for a moment.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Savage said.
“Done what?” I demanded, whirling.
“Gotten in front of me. I wasn’t . . .”
“In your right mind?” I asked gently.
His blue eyes burned with intensity as he looked at me and inclined his head in affirmation. “How did you know you’d get through to me?”
“I didn’t.” I bit my lip. “But I couldn’t stand there and let you get into a fight. I couldn’t let the Jackson brothers get dragged into it either.”
“We could’ve held our own, no problem. We could’ve taken the dumb oaf and any of his friends.”
I nodded. “Yes, I know you could have. That’s why I had to stop it.”
“I don’t get it.”
“I’ve seen you fight, Savage,” I said. “I know what you’re capable of. In the ring, you’re lethal. But out here, in the real world . . . what would’ve happened if you’d really hurt him? The police could’ve gotten involved. I didn’t want you in that kind of trouble.”
He absently rubbed the back of his neck. “Didn’t think about any of that shit. I never do. I just saw the fear in your eyes when he wouldn’t let you go.”
I took a step closer to him. And then another.
“I know.” I placed my hand on his heart, loving the solid steady rhythm of it. “I’ve never had anyone want to protect me like you do.”
“I’ll always protect you, Evie. I’d kill for you.”
My eyes widened in shock.
“You don’t know my world,” he said gruffly. “But we protect our women. By any means necessary.”
I might not know the biker world, but I knew Savage. And to me that was a declaration.
Despite my better judgement, despite my desire not to get attached, I was tired of running, tired of fighting. I wanted him. Every piece of him. His good, his bad, his ugly. Because even his ugly was beautiful to me.
I was falling for a man named Savage.
“Savage,” I whispered, tears glistening in my eyes. “I want—I need you. Take me to bed.”
“You sure, babe?” his tone was soft, but intense. “Because there’s no going back after this. You’ll be mine.”
I exhaled a trembling breath but boldly met his gaze. “Make me yours.”
We stared at one another for a moment and then he leaned close, pausing just before he got to my mouth. And then his lips took mine. He slid his tongue between them, and I welcomed him. I opened my mouth and let him in.
Let him all the way in.
My hands pressed to his chest and worked their way across his shoulders. My fingers tangled in the hair at his nape.
He gently urged me toward the couch and laid me down, so I was flat on my back. Savage loomed over me, his mouth weaving an erotic spell.
His hand slid underneath my flannel to rest on the swell of my breast. His thumb grazed my nipple over my camisole, and when it pebbled, he groaned into my mouth.
“I need to see you, babe,” he whispered.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Let me see you.”
I opened my eyes and stared into his. They were glimmering jewels of need, raking me over and causing me to shiver.
He sat back and lifted himself off me. But only so he could hold out his hand to me. I placed my palm in his and he hoisted me up. And then he led me to the bedroom.
Savage stared down at me.
He slowly unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. Then he peeled off my camisole and tossed it aside. His hands reverently cupped my breasts.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he croaked.
“I need to see you too,” I demanded.
He reluctantly took a step back so he could take off his leather cut. He placed it on the back of the chair and then tugged his shirt over his wide shoulders.
And then he came to me.
My fingers traced the ink along his pec.
He bent his head and pressed his warm lips to my sternum. His hands slid to my rib cage and held me as his mouth continued its descent.
When his lips met the band of my pants, he looked up at me.
I nodded.
His fingers went to the snap of my pants and then he was rolling them down my legs.
I was suddenly embarrassed that I was wearing cotton briefs. They were white and cheap. I wanted to wear lace and beautiful things and have Savage take them off like he was unwrapping a present.
His nose nudged the elastic of my underwear, and he inched it lower with his teeth.
“You tease.” I chuckled.
“I’m savoring the moment,” he said quietly, looking up at me again. “Haven’t you ever wanted to savor something?”
I ran my thumb across his expressive mouth. “Not like this. But there’s a first time for everything.”
He smiled and then he slowly tugged down my underwear, letting it pool around my ankles. I stepped out of it and stood completely bare before him.
And then he did something I never expected; he grasped my butt cheeks and squeezed the right one.
“Lift,” he commanded.
I lifted my leg which he settled over his shoulder, baring me to him.
He buried his nose in the thatch of red curls between my legs. He inhaled deeply. “God all-fucking-mighty.”
Heat bloomed in my cheeks, both in embarrassment and desire.
His tongue darted out to taste me and I thought I was going to combust.
Savage’s grip on me tightened as his tongue became determined. It sought my pleasure; it chased my need.
“Mhmm,” he rumbled.
My fingers slid through his hair and cradled his head, letting him devour me. He sucked me into his mouth, and I bucked against him.
“Like that, do you?” he murmured. “You’re going to come on my tongue, Evie. You’re going to come so hard and you’re gonna demand more.”
“Yes.” I gasped as his words pushed me closer to the edge.
He flattened his tongue and played with the tender place between my thighs. He swirled and lapped, and I shook with the need to come.
“Savage,” I whispered.
“Let go, babe. Let it all go.”
He licked harder and harder until I had no choice but to scream and come. Savage clamped my thigh, keeping me open and in place, but he still didn’t stop stroking me with his tongue.
My breaths came in pants and my eyes opened.
Savage looked up at me, his eyes wicked, his mouth glinting with my release. He gently lowered my thigh and stood. He leaned down and kissed me with tongue. I tasted myself on him and it only made me ravenous.
“More,” I begged.
He grinned and gently placed his hand on my sternum before giving me a slight push. I fell back against the bed and opened my legs.
Savage stripped out of his jeans and boxers and my eyes widened at his massive erection.
He took himself in hand and began to stroke his length. “I want to do filthy things to you, Evie.”
“Like what?” I panted.
“I want to touch myself while I watch you do the same and when I come, I want to come all over your belly. And then I want to flip you over and fuck you from behind, nice and slow. And after I’ve recovered, I want to fuck your mouth. I want to feel myself at the back of your throat. I’ve got plans, babe. So many plans.”
“I think you’re all talk and no action.” My head dipped and I looked at his shaft and licked my lips.
He suddenly stopped stroking himself, but only so he could reach into his jeans pocket and retrieve a condom.
I arched a brow. “How long have you been carrying that around?”
“Long enough. I wanted to be prepared so that when you were ready, nothing could stop us. I told you I’d protect you. In all ways . . .”
My heart melted in my chest. I held out my hand to him.
He climbed onto the bed and ripped the wrapper with his teeth.
The tip of him glistened with pre-cum and my mouth watered. I wanted to taste him.
“Later,” he growled. “You can taste me later.”
“Did I say that out loud?”
“Yes.”
“I had no idea,” I murmured. “I feel like I’m under a spell.”
“Me too.”
He rolled the condom down his large shaft. He leaned over me and propped himself up on an elbow. With his other hand, he guided his erection toward my opening.
I was slick from my release, but I wasn’t satisfied.
He teased his crown at the seam of my body, and I felt the head of him glide in.
“Oh God,” he moaned as he slid inside me, filling me.
I gasped at the feeling of him. He was large and I wiggled, trying to adjust to him. Every movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting down my spine.
“You’re gorgeous. Flushed everywhere.” He lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist. “Hang on, babe. I’m gonna make you come again.”
He slid his hands beneath my bottom and angled his pelvis. I cried out in joy and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded.
My eyes flipped open, and I stared into Savage’s soul. His thrusts became ruthless, dominating. I was so primed, so eager, my body a slave to his.
I arched up, meeting him demand for demand.
“Come with me, Evie,” he growled.
I clenched around him as my second orgasm tore through me. Wave after wave of rapture pulsed through my body and then Savage gripped my hip and slammed into me.
Savage roared like an animal, clasping me to him before stilling. He collapsed on top of me, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. I never wanted him to leave.
“Evie?”
“Hmm?”
“My leg is cramping.”
I giggled.
He lifted himself up and stared down at me, an unburdened smile spreading across his face. He kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, and then my lips.
“Give me a moment to recover,” he whispered against my mouth. “And then we’re doing that again.”