Deliciously Damaged (Reckless Bastards MC 3)

His laugh boomed loud in the quiet room so early in the morning.

“Why are you being so stubborn when we both know I could convince you? Easily.”

I laughed to hide the truth. He could convince me if he set his mind to it, but I wouldn’t let it get that far. I hoped I wouldn’t.

“Look Savior, I appreciate the pastry but I’m full up on bossy men, so I’ll see you around. Hey, what the hell are you doing?”

He stole my cronut and tossed it back in the bag and set it on the table next to my purse and the coffee he’d brought.

“I’m going to convince you that we could be the perfect road trip buddies.” He’d tossed me over his shoulder, and I heard the mischief and desire in the playful nature of his voice. I yelped when he smacked my ass, biting my lip to keep the moan from escaping.

He tossed me on the bed with a dark, hungry look I chose to ignore for the sake of my sanity.

“I don’t need convincing Savior and I damn sure don’t need you to watch over me.”

He peeled my sneakers off, letting his hands glide up the legs I’d chosen to keep bare in a lightweight cotton dress for the long, hot drive.

“Mandy, sweetheart, I ain’t trying to watch over you.”

His fingertips kneaded my thighs, gliding up until his thumbs brushed where I was already drenched and throbbing. For him.

“I’m trying to watch you come. You look so fucking hot when you come.”

He didn’t wait for my acquiescence or my submission, he just stared for a long tense moment and then it was like someone flipped a switch because he moved like a tornado, taking off my panties, my dress and my bra.

“So goddamn delicious!”

I shivered at his words, at the hungry look in his eyes and the possessive way he touched me. It was hard not to feel special, desired when a man like Savior looked at me like that.

And then his mouth was on my neck, the weight of his body pressed into mine, so wicked and so hot. His mouth moved with the precision of a skilled lover across my neck, scraping against my collarbone before he moved down to the valley between my breasts.

He nibbled at the soft flesh around my nipples before sucking it deep into his mouth, making me tremble at the hot friction between them.

“Savior.”

His name escaped, unbidden as the pressure building deep inside me.

He said nothing, just savored my breasts, licking and sucking, nibbling and biting. The switch from rough to gentle, soft to hard, it was too much. He’d barely touched me and I could already feel my orgasm building. When his hand slid down my belly and two thick fingers slipped inside me just as he blew against my aching nipple before wrapping his mouth around it, I fell apart with his name on my tongue. Again.

“Shit babe, you’re so wet.”

“Your handiwork,” I told him with a lazy chuckle.

“Now I need to see how sweet you taste, how thick that sweet cream of yours is on my tongue.”

I didn’t know how he said the dirty things he did with such ease, but his words never failed to get a rise out of me.

“Unless you’re convinced?”

I shrugged. “I’m totally convinced that I’m driving my car to San Diego,” I told him with a laugh but his tongue slipped between my pussy lips, licking me from the bottom of my opening all the way up to my swollen clit.

“Fuck, Savior, yes.”

I gripped his thick brown hair around my fingers and arched into him as his tongue devoured me. He grunted and growled, animalistic in his desire for me and I knew, this wasn’t about convincing me to ride with him to San Diego. This was about him and me.

I couldn’t be mad at him or his controlling alpha ways, not when he had me flat on my back with his face buried between my legs like his only goal in life was to make me come. The rough friction of his beard against my thighs added a tantalizing sensation that was hard to describe. To make my pussy so drenched, so tight and greedy that I couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t feel enough of him. I don’t think any of the men I’d been with had ever paid such close attention to me or my pleasure, not the way Savior just stayed down there, noting every little reaction from me, adjusting his movements to maximize my pleasure.

“Savior,” I warned him as my body clenched tight. His tongue went wild, sliding figure eights around my clit as his thumb slipped just inside me and flung me off the edge of the proverbial cliff and right into some headlong, dizzying pleasure that I could barely stand.