Killer (Savages 2)

"Well," she said, giving me a weird smile, "I managed to get the attention of a dangerous heroin dealer all by myself, you know."

"Freak happenstance," I said with a eye roll. "We're talking about your life here."

"Right. My life. While we're on that topic, I don't appreciate you making that decision for me. We should have been having this conversation six days ago. You shouldn't have just walked away without asking me what I was feeling."

"And what are you feeling, darlin'?"

"I'm feeling like I don't like you in pieces, Johnnie. I like this whole thing," she said, waving a hand at me. "I get that that comes with some darkness, but that doesn't mean you're dark. You're the brightest thing I've ever seen in my life. And... I've been without that for six days now and, let me tell you, I don't like it. I want my light back."

"Your light, huh?" I asked, curling my pinkie around hers and pulling it up to my lips to kiss it.

"Oh, it's mine alright," she declared with a chin lift.

"I'm yours, huh?"

"Like it or not," she said with a firm little nod.

Fucking cutest thing I'd ever seen.

"Oh, I like it," I said, pulling her closer and kissing down the side of her neck. "In fact, I love it."Twenty-twoAmeliaLove.

He said love twice.

I didn't even try to ignore the leaping feeling of my heart at his words.

Lo was right about him.

He had the biggest heart of anyone I had ever seen and, given the size of the hearts his friends all seemed to have, that was really saying something. And he didn't try to hide it. He wasn't scared of the potential his heart had for breaking. He just took it and he handed it to me, no muss, no fuss. Easy. Open. That was Johnnie. He was so easy to love.

And I did. I loved him. It didn't matter that it was new. It didn't matter that I didn't know his opinion on avocados. All that mattered was how much better I felt when he was around. All that mattered was I felt it click.

"Baby... I'm pulling some of my best moves and you're a million miles away," Johnnie said and I looked down at him, feeling guilty, but he was smiling up at me. "Haven't tasted this pussy in too long and I'd like you to be paying attention when I do it," he added and I felt my cheeks heat.

"Sorry I..."

"Tell me," he said, his hands squeezing me.

"Tell you what?"

"You know what," he said, one hand releasing me to move up and boop my nose. "You feel it, you say it, babe. No more hiding. I know your dad walked out on you and he made you think that every man you love will walk away, but you can't let fear make you ration out your love. You feel it, you say it, you give it. So give it to me."

"How do you know I feel it?" I hedged, not quite there, not ready to say it.

He ignored my question and a devilish little smile toyed at his lips. "You know, I'm not above using dirty tactics to get what I want."

I felt my brows draw together. "Dirty tactics?" I asked.

Then the smile spread as his hand moved fast and pushed between my thighs, pressing in, cupping but not giving me what I needed. My breath caught, my hand slapping down onto his chest. "No fair," I accused, lowering my eyes at him.

"Never said I would play fair, honey," he said, his thumb moving up to stroke over my clit, making a groan escape my lips. "In fact, the less fair, the better," he said, his hand moving away, but only for a moment and only because he slipped it under my shorts and into my panties. "Like maybe this..." he said, his finger pushing inside me and turning, stroking over the top wall. "That's pretty unfair of me, right?" he asked, but the sound was muffled because his face was in my neck and his tongue was tracing down the column of it.

"Yeah," I agreed, my sex clenching as he continued his exploration of my G-spot.

I felt him smile against my skin then suddenly I was up, legs clamping into his sides to hold on. But not for long, because then I was down. As in, on my back... on the coffee table. I lost Johnnie's finger and I lost the rest of him too as he moved away to grab my pants and panties and tear them down my legs. I say 'tear' because something made a violent ripping sound. His hands moved to my knees which I had clamped shut and pressed them downward until I was spread completely for him.

"Fucking love this view, angel," he said, his hands stroking up the soft insides of my thighs as he looked at me. "Know what I like more though?" he asked, his eyes coming to mine, looking heavy lidded in his desire. I shook my head, my words caught in my throat. "No? Maybe I should show you then, huh?" he asked and waited until he got a nod before he slowly lowered down to his knees before me, kissing up one thigh, over the triangle of my sex, then down the other before he finally gave me his mouth.

And then he ate me like he was starving, like it was all he had thought about over the past six days. His tongue lavished, his piercing made exquisite little appearances, his finger teased the promise of release, but never allowed it.

"Johnnie please," I cried, hands digging into his hair.

His head raised, giving me a smile as his chin rested on my lower belly. "Tell me." My legs wrapped around him, pulling him to me, his forearms crashing to the table beside my head. My hips bucked upward, seeking him. Finding his hardness, I stroked myself against it, drawing pained moans from both of us. "You play dirty too," he smiled down at me as he raised up on one arm and dug around in his back pocket, bringing out his wallet and tossing it to the side when he found a condom. He made quick work of his pants, protected us, then positioned himself between my legs. His body shifted and I felt him press between my slick folds, my hips rising to meet him.