Page 50 of Savage Salvation

“I’ll beg.” I trail my tongue down her neck, my hand slipping into her panties. “Is that what you want? Because I’m ready to get on my knees.”

She pushes her palms against my chest, guiding me to lie flat on the bed as she rotates with me until she’s straddling me. Leaning back, her fingers grip the T-shirt of mine that she’s wearing, pulling it over her head. My hands clutch her hips as her mouth drops to mine, kissing me before saying, “If you aren’t all right, tell me. I can’t have you dying on me during sex.”

“I’d go with a smile on my face.”

Her hand slips into my boxer briefs. “Shut up.” She strokes her hand up and down as my body tenses with her glorious command working my throbbing dick, my battered muscles the furthest thing from my mind.

“I didn’t hear the magic word.”

Her hands release me, her palms skimming down my body as she removes my boxer briefs, tossing them aside before removing her underwear and sitting on me, her pussy rubbing against my cock as she leans forward, her sexy lips curved into a smile. “You won’t hear it. And you’ll still do exactly as I say.”

My fingers grasp her hair, dragging her sassy mouth to mine. Fuck, she drives me insane but she’s right. And she knows it. And it’s the sexiest fucking thing ever.

She reaches between us, guiding me inside her. Leaning back, her hips rock as she rides me. My hands grip her hips, and I rise to meet her.

“Stop before you hurt yourself. Let me do the work for a change.” Her breathless words cut off as she avoids touching me.

Gripping her hands, I place them on my torso, her palms sliding up my skin.

“You’ll heal anything you hurt. I know you will.” And I need to be the same for her. She needs to understand that even when I fuck up, I’ll fix whatever I broke. Because I will do both. It’s inevitable.

Her pace increases, her hands finally pressing against me. Reaching down, I put my thumb over her clit, and her body promptly responds to the touch. Moving faster, harder, her nails dig into my side as she leans forward, clenching around me as she rides out her wave. The sexy sight sends me into a frenzy of my own. Thrusting into her, my hands grip the soft skin of her hips, pumping until I come, spilling inside her. My arms loop around her back, holding her on top of me.

For the first time, I don’t feel any part of her struggling to get away from me. So I hold on as long as she’ll allow, because she’s bound to run soon enough. Even though I’ll try my damnedest to keep her, I know the news of the bullshit letter will send her spiraling over the edge. And I’ll do everything in my power to be there to catch her. Only, I fear there won’t be enough solid ground for me to get my footing when we collide.

37

Kinsley

“Time to get started,” Gage announces, moving off the bed. He’s not moving fast, exactly, but faster than he should be given his injuries.

“Started on what?” I ask, looking around the bedroom. It’s morning. But it’s early. Too damn early for his chipper attitude.

“Training. Let’s go.” He stands at the end of the bed dressed in a pair of sweatpants and nothing else as he looks to me. He’s crazy. And he’s making me that way too.

I drop back against the bed. “Now you want to train. Now that you’re injured.”

“Yep.” He moves to the side of the bed, hooks his hands behind my knees and pulls me to the edge of the bed. “But I’m all up for some cardio before we hit the gym.”

His hard anatomy leaves little doubt. “I think you got hit in the head a little too hard this last go-round. You’re too injured and it’s too early for this shit.” I drape my arm over my face.

“You’re the one who wanted to train. And the one looking fuckable.”

My arm moves off my eyes, looking to him. “What entrapped ya, my messy hair or glorious morning breath?”

“All of you.”

“You’re impossible.” I can’t fight the smile that rises on my lips.

He remains on course even as his phone rings.

“You gonna get that?”

“No.” And he doesn’t.

Then mine rings.

That’s not a good thing. I squirm from beneath him as he drops forward against the mattress in defeat, letting out a sigh.