Right now, she needed to know she was loved. She needed to feel the emotion from him surrounding her and comforting her. She’d felt him considering whether or not he should turn to other women for his precious blow jobs. Just for that moment, that he would even consider such a thing after what happened the last time, after breaking them up, the time apart, how miserable they both were, she was devastated all over again. How could he? How could he even contemplate such a thing?
“Babe, you’re shaking, you’re so upset, but you’re not talking to me. Are you angry?”
Was she? Mostly, she was hurt. And so frightened for him. But yes, she was angry at him as well. She nodded slowly.
“Take another step closer and lose the top. Did I hurt you? I know the club hurt you. Did I hurt you? Tell me how I hurt you.”
She took the step before she could stop herself. Her hands automatically had gone to the hem of her T-shirt, and she pulled it off. The evening air felt cool on her overheated body. She stood facing him in just her lacy bra and jeans. Her nipples felt like twin flames in spite of the breeze, or maybe because of it. Maybe the coolness emphasized the hot blood flowing in her veins.
She nodded again. “Yes. You hurt me. Twice. Last night and again today. I don’t care about the others anymore.” She didn’t. She was done with the club. Finished. They weren’t going to be part of her life.
“Come here to me, Seychelle, right here.” He pointed between his legs again. “You need to take off your boots. I can’t make things better unless you’re right here.”
He was using that voice, the one that crawled inside of her head, the one that wrapped around her heart, the one that stroked her sex until she was weak and so slick with need, she blindly followed his every command.
She found herself standing between his thighs, caged there, shaking, feeling a little desperate but unable to articulate what she wanted or needed from him.
Savage curved his palm around the nape of her neck, urging her close to him, so close she felt the heat of his groin press tightly against her bare stomach. His mouth was gentle on hers, his lips brushing back and forth.
“I’m sorry I hurt you, baby. We’ll talk about that after. Straighten it out. I never want to hurt you. We should have cleared things up last night. From now on, let’s make a pact that we won’t go to bed hurt or angry. We’ll talk it through.”
He kept brushing his lips back and forth over hers. He didn’t really kiss her, but the promise was there. It was sweet. Not fire. The fire was smoldering between her legs. A slow burn that kept building for no reason other than he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. His gaze dropped to her breasts as he tossed her bra on the table. The way he looked at her body, so hungry, so filled with an obsessive craving, almost as if he couldn’t wait to get his mouth and hands on her, brought that flame between her legs up another fiery notch.
“You with me, baby?” he murmured against her lips. His hands dropped to her jeans, opening them, pushing them off her hips, sliding them over her generous curves, taking her panties with them. “Push them down the rest of the way and step out of them, Seychelle. Boots all the way off, and step out of your jeans.”
It was a relief to get the material off her sore skin. The night air soothed her almost as much as being close to Savage did. She stripped off her boots and the rest of her clothes, folding them while he stayed very still, his eyes hooded and watchful.
“Come up here, Seychelle.” He patted his lap.
She caught her lip between her teeth. Did she really want him to punish her? Why did she need to be punished when he was the asshole? He’d been thinking of other women. He’d dragged her to this hideous place with people who didn’t want her here. All of them knew exactly what was going to happen here with the exception of her. So why should she crawl willingly into his lap and let him smack her? Hard. Right over the top of those stripes on her sore bottom.
She took a step back and looked up at him, letting him see her anger. Her defiance. The confusion in her eyes.
“I know you’re upset, baby. I can’t make things better until you let me.” His voice was low. So gentle. He held out one hand to her. “I love you more than life, woman. I’d do anything for you. Anything. You name it, I’ll do it.”