Raven's Hell (Savage World 2)

“In this world, we have to take what we can get, especially when it feels right.” He cupped her face, wanting to kiss her so damn badly. Why the fuck was he trying to stop himself? Leaning in, he pressed his mouth to hers, felt her open for him, and knew he had to have her tonight. He couldn’t wait, not when she was so damn receptive. He stroked her tongue with his, groaned out when she moaned into his mouth, and slid his hand down her back.

He cupped her ass, squeezing the mounds. She was wearing too many clothes, like all of them, but before he could tear the fucking material away, she broke the kiss and took a step back.

He lowered his head but kept his gaze locked on her. Right now, he felt pretty feral, but he’d let her call the shots and lead the way for this first time.

Only for this first time though.

16

The sun set some time ago, and Rebecca had actually had a bath in the baptism pool, although it’d been frigid. They gathered the pond water, filled the tiny pool in the church, and she cleaned herself with the soap she found at the grocery store.

She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so clean since the world had ended, and even her teeth felt minty thanks to the toothpaste and toothbrush she also snagged. Now she was watching Collin as he finished bathing too.

They found some candles in the loft storage area above, as well as several in brass candleholders around the main floor. The clothes she had on were clean, but she was already itching to have them off. She wanted his naked body pressed against hers, wanted to feel his big, calloused hands moving along her flesh, tweaking her nipples, stroking her pussy. God, she was so wet.

Shifting on the pew, she glanced over her shoulder once more after turning away, trying to give him privacy.

He stood, his back to her now, with the sight of his broad shoulders and muscular back on full display. But the massive raven tattoo that covered the width of his shoulders and branched all the way down to the small of his back looked deadly as much as it turned her on.

It was almost violent in appearance as pieces of the big black bird’s wings broke off and covered his sides and the back of his bulging biceps.

The candles cast shadows along his big, muscular form, and she wondered how he stayed so defined in a world like this. And then he turned and faced her—the podium was now gone after he removed it—so she saw every single detail of his body. Every. Single. One.

Since the church was now cleaned up, the window and door boarded up, they were shut in here, alone, both wanting something, yet she was afraid to say anything or make the first move. Water dripped from his dark hair, which was darker now because it was wet. She watched as the droplets moved down his hairless chest, along the lines and ridges of his defined pecs and abdomen, and stopped when she saw his erection.

His cock was thick and long, but not overly huge. He was a big man in general, and the shaft between his legs and the heavy sack below had everything inside her clenching in need.

He moved away from the small pool built into the ground, grabbed a rag to dry off, and then took a step closer to her. He was only feet from her, and she smelled the soap on his body. Rebecca saw the strength and masculinity in his form, and she wanted that all over her and filling her until she smelled just like him.

Here he was, his hair still slightly wet, water droplets dripping onto his chest, totally nude, and staring at her as if he wanted to devour her. He lifted a hand, and she held her breath as he pushed a lock of her hair away from her face.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Rebecca,” Collin said softly, deeply, and huskily. He pushed the hair behind her ear and smoothed his fingers along her cheek. Chills raced along her arms, and she grew even wetter. God, could he see how hard her nipples were?

“Thank you, but you haven’t seen a lot of women lately, have you?” Rebecca asked, teasing him, just as softly as when he had spoken. She was growing awkward, because she was nervous as hell.

He shook his head and stared into her eyes. “It wouldn’t matter if I was surrounded by a hundred women. You’d still be the most beautiful one to me.”

Her breath caught at his words. She didn’t know how a man who had just met her could think such things about her or speak to her so intimately. But he had said them, and she wasn’t going to question it further.