Chapter 21
I gripped the steering wheel of the car. “Are you sure about this?”
“I’m positive. You just drove around the parking lot for an hour. You can definitely handle the side streets.”
“Oh, I’m not worried about driving on the road. I can drive a tractor—I know I can drive a car. I just meant?—”
“You can drive a tractor?”
“Yes.”
“Ah, the farm life. You learned how to drive a tractor but never learned to drive a car?” He frowned.
“Never got around to it,” I evaded. “But I’m not worried about driving in traffic. I’m worried because I don’t have a license.”
“It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine. It’s illegal. What if I get pulled over?”
“I’m friends with a lot of cops.”
“You are?” I asked in disbelief.
“The club is,” he amended. “So don’t worry about it. You ready?”
“I’m ready.”
I put the car into gear and then crept out of the parking lot. We were driving for a few minutes when Savage said, “You can give it a little gas there, Grannie.”
“ Hey .”
“You’re going under the speed limit. Don’t be afraid of the pedal.”
“Fine.”
I pressed the accelerator and let out a laugh of excitement when the car zoomed forward.
“Easy, Tom Slick.”
“Tom Slick?” I asked, immediately letting off the gas. “What’s that?”
“A cartoon.”
“Huh. Never seen it.”
“What about George of the Jungle ? Or Rocky and Bullwinkle ?”
“Are you sure you’re not just making stuff up?”
The GPS chimed a direction. I put on my turn signal and changed lanes.
“You seriously haven’t seen George of the Jungle ?”
“I really haven’t.”
“You didn’t watch cartoons growing up?”
“I didn’t watch TV at all,” I replied.
“Why not?”
“We didn’t have a TV in the house.” I pulled into the lot of the apartment building and parked. “Am I in the lines?”
Savage opened his door to check. “Right on the edge, but technically, yeah. You did good.”
“Thanks.” I smiled.
We got out and headed for the apartment building.
“I can only come up for a little while,” Savage said. “I have some club shit to take care of.”
“Oh.” My happiness dimmed. “Will you be back tonight?”
He smiled softly. “Yeah, babe. I’ll be back late tonight, but I’ll crawl in bed next to you.”
“And how will you do that?” I asked. “You don’t have keys.”
“I took your apartment keys when I went to buy the car. Made a copy.”
“That was very presumptuous of you,” I said with a laugh.
“Woman, you’re my Old Lady now. Better get used to it.”
He punched in the code to the apartment complex and then we stepped inside. We didn’t talk again until we were in the apartment.
I turned to him, wondering if I was brave enough to ask for what I wanted.
“Today was intense, Savage. And I need—I need to feel connected to you,” I said, meeting his gaze. “Will you take me to bed?”
He froze for a moment, and I was afraid he’d say no because of our time limit, but then he was charging toward me. He lifted me in his arms, his mouth fusing to mine as he walked to the bedroom.
Savage placed me in the middle of the bed and then began to undress like a fiend. In his haste to get naked, he almost fell over, causing me to laugh.
He mock glared at me. “Woman, you do not laugh when I get naked. That’s not good for my ego.”
I reached out to grasp his erection. “Your ego is just fine.”
“Why do you still have clothes on?”
“I didn’t want to miss the show.”
I lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. My pants and underwear were quick to follow.
“Spread your legs, babe. I want to see you,” he growled.
I laid back and did as he commanded. Savage had rid me of my shyness. Nothing was off limits to him. Whatever I asked for, I’d get.
Every time we were in bed, he proved that his one and only goal was to please me.
Tears suddenly came to my eyes.
“Why are you crying?” he asked as he looked at me with concern.
“I was just thinking . . . This is true intimacy. And you make me feel so safe. I feel safe with you Savage, and I never thought I’d have that. Ever.”
His expression was solemn as he got on the bed and crawled up my body so that he could stare into my eyes as he loomed over me.
His name was Savage and yet he was so gentle with me. Caring. Tender. When I needed it.
“I love you, Evie,” he whispered.
“I love you too.”
His mouth held mine captive. His tongue robbed me of breath. But I didn’t need to breathe. I just needed to feel.
He slid his fingers through my wetness and then painted my thighs with my desire.
I wanted nothing between us.
“I want to feel you,” I murmured against his mouth. “I want to feel you come inside me. Please, Savage.”
He groaned against my lips. “You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“I’ve never been with a woman without a condom,” he said, pulling back so he could meet my eyes. “It’ll be my first time.”
I smiled up at him. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”
Laughing softly, he took himself in hand and slid into me.
He gasped and I silently crowed in triumph. I was giving him something he’d never experienced.
Our eyes remained locked on one another as he began to move. Slow, deep; I felt every ridge of him.
His back slickened with sweat and my nails raked across his shoulder blades. He grasped my thigh and urged me to lift my leg.
I took him deeper. I took everything he wanted to give me.
Our breaths mingled and our skin flushed with heat. The fever of desire spread through both of us; we moved in an intimate dance where we touched and kissed. Heat built between us.
“I’m close, babe,” he gritted. “Feels so fucking good.”
“Me too, Savage.”
“Come with me, Evie.” His hand snaked between our bodies to touch me.
I came with a surprised cry and Savage tumbled into his release a few seconds later. He dropped his head to the crook of my shoulder and stayed inside me.
I clenched around him, causing him to shudder in pleasure.
“Ah, sensitive,” he mumbled, brushing a kiss along my collar bone. He lifted himself up and he gently slid out.
“I’m gushing out of you.”
“Mhhm.” I stretched my arms over my head. “Hand me my shirt.”
He leaned over the bed and grabbed the garment from the floor to give to me.
I put it between my legs and yawned. “I need a shower. And a nap.”
Savage cradled my cheek, stopping me from rolling over and getting up.
His blue gaze was bright with emotion. “Love you, babe.”
I turned my head and kissed his palm. “Love you too.”
After a hot shower, we curled up in bed. We kissed, we touched, we communicated without words. A chiming phone momentarily roused me from my doze.
“Your cell,” I murmured against Savage’s bare chest.
“Yeah. I gotta get going.”
I coiled around him tighter. “No. Stay with me.”
He groaned. “I wish I could, but I have to go.”
I reluctantly released him.
Savage got up and began to move around the room.
“So, what do you mean you have club stuff? ” I asked in curiosity. “That’s sort of vague.”
“It’s vague on purpose,” he said.
“Are you not allowed to tell me?”
He shrugged. “I can tell you some things. Other things I can’t—and I’ll never be able to. Just the way of it.”
I nibbled my lip. “You’re not—are you fighting tonight?”
Savage looked at me and sat down on the bed next to me. He gripped my thigh when he stared into my eyes. “No, babe. I’m not fighting tonight. I’m done with all that shit.”
I swallowed. “You are?”
He nodded. “Don’t need it anymore.”
A knot I didn’t know I had loosened inside of me. “You sure?”
Savage leaned closer and kissed my lips. “I’m sure, babe.” His hand settled on my belly. “You’re all I need.”