Savage looked larger than life when he walked into the bedroom, totally naked. Her breath caught in her throat. He had more muscles than she’d imagined a man could have. He was bigger than she thought, even when he wasn’t as hard as a steel pole. She couldn’t imagine how he fit inside of her, or how a woman took him in her mouth. She was going to have to keep practicing, something she’d been doing behind his back with cucumbers, because that hideous woman wasn’t going to be able to do something for her man that she couldn’t do a thousand times better. But she might have to find a bigger cucumber. He seemed to be growing as she stared at him.
“Babe.” He kind of groaned his endearment. “Stop looking at my dick. You’re already sore and we’re not going for another round. You need to rest. Eyes on mine.”
It took effort to raise her gaze to his. Now he knew she was thinking about that portion of his anatomy. She’d been thinking about all of his anatomy, but now she was concentrating. A girl had to have her priorities.
“Seychelle. Your ass is already sore. If I put you over my knee, you’re not going to be able to sit down for a few days.” There was distinct warning in his tone.
“Fine. You’re such a killjoy. I was just looking. Admiring. Maybe planning.”
“Planning?”
That caught his attention, just like she knew it would. Men were so easy when it came to their cocks.
“Yes, but you stopped me mid-plan, so I’m not sharing. You don’t deserve it.” She was rather smug about her punishment. She knew he’d think about that for a long while.
He poured lotion into his palm. “Your nipples are going to be sore for a few days. We aren’t going to use clamps for a little while, and I’ll have to be careful. We’ll use this lotion several times a day. That will help with the soreness. You tell me if you get worse.”
He was exquisitely gentle as he applied the lotion to both nipples. Whatever was in the lotion definitely soothed away the soreness. The skin on her breasts felt silky soft as well.
“Lay on your belly, Seychelle, so I can apply the lotion to your ass and the backs of your thighs. You shouldn’t have any lasting marks, not even from the strap. I was very careful.”
Seychelle stretched out. Her body was already humming from the lotion he’d applied to her breasts and nipples. He rubbed it into her shoulders and back and then began to gently massage it into her buttocks. He was careful as he applied, never putting too much pressure on her bottom but using a gentle circular motion to cover every inch of both cheeks before moving down to the backs of her thighs.
“Talk to me about why you’re hesitant to have sex with me on the run or at parties, the way we both need it.”
Seychelle closed her eyes. His voice got her right in the heart. Maybe the soul. He took her over. “It’s private. For us. It’s the way we show love for one another. If we give that to them, it isn’t special between us anymore. What we do together feels so intimate. If we have others around us, it might feel sexy in that moment, but it takes away from our intimacy.”
He was silent, and she liked that he listened and was thinking about what she said. Savage never just dismissed her concerns. That was one of the things she loved most about him. He had said he would listen to her, and he did.
“Shit,” he finally said softly. “You’re right, baby.” He finished rubbing the lotion into her legs and then put it on the end table before sliding into bed beside her.
She was used to the feel of his body, but for some reason, this time when he wound his body around hers, he felt like a shield. A hard covering that totally surrounded her. Pure protection. She’d never had that before in her entire life. She’d been the one to protect her parents when they were too weak to do much more than walk around their home. He wrapped his arm around her waist and put his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath in her ear.
“We can both live without sex at the parties, Seychelle. It’s worth it in order to keep what we have.”
The sincerity in his voice turned her heart over. Could she love him any more? Each time she thought she couldn’t, he proved her wrong. She also heard something else. A note of caution. He was worried. It had nothing to do with the parties. He could live without sex for a night or two, or even come up with something fun for the two of them to do that would work. She knew he could. It was the run he was concerned about.