We shift and I stroke the front of his jeans, tugging at his zipper. “I can’t get it,” I breathe out, anxious, frenzied. He stands up and takes me with him, and I don’t know when he took his boots off, but thank God, they are gone. We get rid of the rest of his clothing all that much easier. And when he’s naked, my hand eagerly wraps the thick pulse of his jutting cock. His hand covers mine and a low rough sound rolls from deep in his broad chest. He picks me up. My legs wrap around his hips, my arms holding onto his neck and he walks to his side of the bed, sitting on the mattress and taking me with him. I know he intends to move to the headboard, but it doesn’t happen.
The hard length of him presses to my backside, and I press into him and we're kissing and touching until he falls backward onto the mattress with me on top of him, hands pressed to his shoulders. “Rick,” I say and then I add, “Savage.”
He rolls me over onto my back, fitting his big, powerful body over mine, his erection thick between my legs, holding my hands to the side of my head with his hands. “Don’t call me that,” he says. “Rick. You call me Rick.”
“You don’t get to be one person with me and another with everyone else. Be Savage. He turns me on. And I happen to love him.”
His lashes lower, his jaw set tight, his face skyward, turbulence radiating from him before he fixes me in an intense stare. Still holding my hands, he leans in, inhaling my scent, a floral perfume I know he loves. His lips brush my ear as he says, “What are you doing to me and us, woman?”
“Making sure forever means forever.”
He stares at me with those intense eyes that I imagine pierce an enemy’s soul as surely as they do mine. He doesn’t speak, but he leans in closer and nuzzles my neck. His lips brush the delicate skin there. He kisses it, the sensation hot and warm, and my nipples pucker. His lips tease a delicious path over my jaw to my lips where they linger as he says, “I have no intention of losing you, again. Whatever I have to do to protect you and us, I will.”
I know immediately that his reply references whatever is going on with this Max situation. It’s not over. But his mouth is back on my neck, and this time it travels lower, until his tongue is lapping at my nipples. Unable to touch him, I arch my back and he suckles hard enough that I feel the sweet ache all the way down my body to clench my sex.
As if he knows just how much I need him inside me, his shaft slides along the wet, sensitive seam of my body, and then he’s inside me. I pant out several breaths with the feel of him stretching me, and when he releases my hands, my fingers dive into his hair. He rolls us to our sides, facing each other, his hands on my ass. And when he thrusts, hard and deep, he gives me a hard smack and then squeezes my backside. I gasp and laugh. And he says, “I didn’t want you to miss the spanking.”
I laugh breathlessly. “So generous of you.”
He nips my lips, an erotic love bite, and then we’re just breathing together, the air shifting, thickening. Our bodies sway—a slow, seductive dance that burns with a deep, burning need. Soon we’re moving more intensely, our kisses passionate, our touches almost frenzied. I want to slow down. I want to make this last, but the ache in my body just won’t listen. I press into Rick, fingers tangling roughly in his hair, and he answers with the same. He captures my hair and gently tugs my head backward, his teeth scraping my neck. His cock is thrusting deep, and then he’s rolling me to my back again, thrusting again and again, and I’m at the point of no return. He lifts my knee and presses it to his chest, drives into me again, and I shatter, my sex clenching and then going into spasms.
Still, he drives into me, and every muscle in my body screams yes, more. Keep going. And just when I’m coming down, when I’m on the other side of the orgasm, he groans, his head tilted back with the intensity of his release. He shudders, shakes, and with another deep, guttural moan, collapses, catching his weight on his arms above me.
Long seconds pass, his head buried in the crook of my neck, before he pulls out of me and rolls to his back. “You destroy me in all the right ways, woman,” he says, glancing over at me.