Savage Love

“Kallie.”

“Yes, Ash?”

“Give me a second chance.”

He watched her eyes dance around his face as his hand came up to cup her cheek.

“I’m not asking for a relationship. I’m not asking you to heal on the spot. All I’m asking for is your time. Because I can’t quit you, and I don’t want to.”

He watched her nod her head and his heart soared. He gathered her in his arms and pressed their lips together, then lifted her off her feet. Her arms threaded around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist, and he felt his entire body rise to life again. She was giving him a second chance. A chance to show her the world as it could be if she were with him. He settled her against the warm marble walls and slid his tongue between her lips, caressing her cheeks as his hands smoothed over her fingers.

Ash made love to her in that shower. Slid his cock between her juicy folds and stroked her body. The fire in his toes wafted up his legs. His back. His neck. Kallie was the perfect woman. Innocent. Headstrong. Independent. But with just enough vulnerability that he could be her man. Be the one that kept her strong when she couldn't keep herself strong. Her body was warm and her pussy was tight. Her juices coated him even as the water battered down against their bodies. She sighed against him. Gasped against him. Rocked against him and lost herself within him.

He growled into her skin while she chanted his name, her body coming around his cock. She sucked him in deeply, her hands grabbing at his body. She pulled him into her and he fell against Kallie. Pressed his cock deeply between her folds and fell weak against her. For the first time in Ash’s life, he was truly weak against a woman. Succumbed to the electricity that lit him on fire for her. The water pelted against their skin and he panted into the crook of her neck. Kallie ran her fingers through his hair and he stood there, sheathed within her, until he had regained his strength.

“Ash?”

“Yes?”

“There are so many things I still don’t know...”

He rose his head to take in her eyes and they were full of such sorrow. Such loss. Confusion. He ached for her. Ached for all she had been through. Her life had been a whiplash, he knew that much for sure. And all he wanted was to help her through it.

“I want to help,” he said. “Not make it worse.”

“You don’t make it worse,” she said.

“Then let me help you.”

“I don’t know, Ash. I don’t ... it’s so hard to explain.”

She shivered against him, and he pulled her from the wall and slid from between her thighs.

“Then don’t,” he said into her ear. “Don’t explain. Just let me be with you, in whatever capacity that means. I came here for you. I chased you down because I couldn’t stand the thought of not being with you.”

He drew her back into his body, his heart slamming against his chest.

He could still see the confusion in her eyes. The hurt and the sorrow. How he wanted to take it all away from her. Suck it from her body and shoulder the burden himself. He kissed the top of her head and ran his fingers through her hair, watching as the water dripped from all of her wondrous curves.

The playground of her body, glistening for him in the shower of a place he used to call home.

“Is the food here yet?” Kallie asked.

He chuckled and kissed her head one last time before stepping away from her.

“Let’s get cleaned up and go see,” Ash said.

Then the two of them soaped up, washed down, and got themselves ready for brunch.

Chapter 9

Kallie

Kallie couldn’t think straight. Ash’s hot pursuit of her had her twisted up in knots. The brunch was fantastic, and she couldn't help but moan over all the food. And she was much hungrier than she originally thought. She felt herself letting her guard down. Letting Ash back in. As they lay there, eating while still tangled up in the sheets with their naked bodies, Kallie began wondering if a relationship between them could work. If something like that was plausible.

Ash wasn’t a typical rich man. He wasn’t the stereotype, like James. Despite his surroundings, she still felt comfortable with him. She didn’t feel judged by her lack of money. If anything, she sort of got the impression that he resented his money. How people saw him because of how rich he was. He wasn’t trying to flaunt it or toss it around to try and impress her. He simply offered it to her and didn’t think twice when she wasn’t accepting of it.