“Alena and Lana both really like her. They’ve taken her to Blythe’s a couple of times for bullshit things just to get her used to going over there, but like Czar and Blythe indicated, she disappears into Darby’s room. She’ll do okay. I think they want you to talk with her again. That voice of yours goes a long way to help. I know, because I’m under your spell.”
His fingers glided up between her cheeks, painting her wetness there as if he was using a fine paintbrush. She stayed relaxed because he didn’t change his slow assault on her senses. It almost felt like worship.
“Are you under my spell? I thought I was under yours.”
It would be so easy to tell him she’d stay right there in the house and go without the things she needed and wanted just to please him, to alleviate his worry, but that would set a precedent. She didn’t dare do that with Savage. She knew he would take advantage, whether he wanted to or not. He was the type of man who wanted control, and he would take it if she gave it to him. Bedroom, okay, she loved that, but outside of that, she had to stand strong. Be herself. He’d fallen for Seychelle, not a shrinking violet.
“If I were Maestro, you would be wearing no panties and a plug to dinner tonight. Your dress would be his choice and very short.”
“Really?”
“Really. He would be strict with his woman. Very. And you’d be meeting him in the men’s room. Or alley. Who knows? I don’t like the idea of strangers seeing my woman. Torpedo Ink is one thing, watching out for you, but no strangers. Wouldn’t like that, babe.”
She found herself smiling. “Since I’m not overly fond of the idea myself, I’m grateful you aren’t like that. And men’s bathrooms don’t appeal to me at all. How do you know Maestro might do that?”
His hands felt so good, lulling her into a state of harmony with the sound of the ocean, the waves rushing toward the bluffs, the storm from the night before long gone. His touch made her feel languid, as if she couldn’t move a muscle. Beautiful. Decadent. Loved.
“We all know each other’s proclivities.”
Her lashes fluttered. Of course they would know. She wasn’t going there. She wasn’t going to think about that. “I promise to be careful, Savage.” Her voice was soft. Aching with love. With need for him.
“You mean everything to me, angel. Anything happens to you, and I’m not going to be okay. I can be violent. Really violent. I’m not a good man. You know that. Nothing can happen to you.”
His hands hadn’t stopped moving on her skin. So gentle. Tender even. The pads of his fingers slid through her wet entrance, circled her needy clit and then moved back up to push deep, making the breath leave her body in a little ragged rush. Two fingers curled, stroked right over that spot that nearly made her convulse and then were gone that fast, making their way up the curve of her bottom, between her cheeks.
“Nothing will happen to me, honey.”
“Keep Hyde close. Do what he says when he says it. He’s looking out for you.”
“Mmm-hmm.” She could barely think when his mouth replaced his fingers and he kissed his way over her cheeks and licked as gently as his fingers had brushed her sex. There was suddenly so much heat. An inferno coiling tight. Then his mouth was exactly where she needed it, sucking lightly. His tongue added pressure. Just a little more and she could get off.
Savage lifted his head and rubbed his face on the backs of her thighs. “I want you thinking of me all day, baby. The way I’m going to be thinking of you. And don’t you dare get yourself off. That’s for me to do tonight.” He pressed a kiss to the small of her back again and stood up, pulling the covers over her.
“Savage.” She wailed his name. “Are you honestly going to leave me like this?”
He gave her a wicked grin. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
She glared at him before closing her eyes. “I’m definitely visiting Sabelia at the Floating Hat and getting a hex for you. I’m just not certain what yet. Go away. You were cute before, so I put up with your nonsense, but now you’re just annoying.”
“Told you before, you can’t call me cute. It ruins my image.”
She could tell he was a distance from her, probably over by the door. She caught the sheet in her fist, surprised that she didn’t want him to leave. She liked being with him so much.
“Right now, Glitch is outside, watching over you while you’re sleeping. When you’re ready to go, let me know and I’ll send Hyde to relieve him. Text me often, angel, and if I text you, answer me. You don’t, there’s going to be trouble.”