Savior (Savages 3)

"Can I persuade you to let me leave the tip?" I pressed, growing up with a father that insisted it was a power move to pay. Whoever went out of pocket had the upper hand. I had to admit that in my dating life, it proved all too true.

"This matter to you?"

"Yes."

"Then knock yourself out, babygirl," he said with a shrug. When the waitress came back, I snagged cash from my purse and slipped it inside the book after he signed (an obnoxious amount of money because, first, I had no idea what the bill was and, second, to make up for the fucking in the bathroom comment.) Paine stood and waited for me to shrug into my jacket. "I tell my sisters to make that move too."

"What move?" I asked as his hand landed at my lower back again.

"To insist on contributing," he said, pushing open the door. The January air hit me hard, knocking my breath out of my lungs for a second.

"Why?"

"Hard for a guy to think you owe him shit when you put money in too. Not a lot of men around these days," he went on as he opened the car door for me. "Got a lot of bitch ass guys who think that fifty bucks for dinner means they got a right to demand pussy as payment."

I smiled as he slammed my door and made his way around the car, deciding that I was only ever going to date men who grew up with single mothers and little sisters from that point on.

"All that being said, we both came outta pocket tonight. So when I get you back to your place and finally get the fuck inside you, I don't have to worry you feel like it's some bullshit obligation."

"Oh, gee. I dunno," I said, trying not to smile. "I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, but I don't put out on the first date."

I think I caught him off-guard because he let out a strange snort sound before he threw his head back and laughed. It was so open and, at once, boyish and masculine that it warmed up my insides way better than the heat cranking in the car.

"Well, baby," he said, recovering, leaning across to my seat and grabbing me at the back of my neck, "maybe you're a good girl, but I'm pretty sure I can make you bad for the night," he promised.

My lady bits thrilled at the idea and I pressed my thighs together to calm the chaos there. "Well when you put it that way..."

He smirked, turning back to the windshield. He got a one-hand feel at the twelve o'clock position of the steering wheel. He did this because his other hand was occupied snaking up my thigh to rest just under the hem of my skirt which had slid almost indecently high when I scooted into my seat.

It took every bit of control I had to keep myself from squirming the whole drive home.

Judging by his small smile as he watched the road, he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

Oh yeah. I was definitely open to having Paine turn me bad for the night. Or week. Or the rest of our time on Earth.TwelveElsieNever before had I been quite the combination of aroused and nervous as I was on the impossibly long drive back to my house. It wasn't like me to be shy about sex. And besides, he'd seen me mostly naked. And I'd seen him fully naked. Just not all at one time. That was always the most insecurity-inducing part. I had no doubts that the sex was going to be good. Maybe the nervousness was the fear that having sex would get me 'out of his system' and he would be ready to move on.

Because, fact of the matter was, I liked Paine.

True, I didn't know him that well. But I knew him well enough to know I enjoyed his company. I liked his strange mix of old school manners, modern respect for my ability to handle myself, street smarts, alpha manliness, and well... sexiness. Let's face it, that was a huge factor. The man was hot. And he had a mouth on him that was positively pantie-melting.

I liked him.

And I was pretty sure I wanted more than one night with him.

So yeah, by the time we pulled up to my drive and made it to the front door, I was a ball of nerves and definitely over-thinking everything.

This stopped, oh, say, five seconds after the front door closed. That was because as soon as my finger hit the last number on my alarm code, a strong arm was around my belly and I was being pulled back against his broad chest. His hard cock pressed against my ass and I felt myself wiggle against it slightly. His other hand went up to my neck for a second, brushing my hair to the other side before his lips landed there, kissing a slow trail up toward my ear. The hand then made no pretense at taking things slow because he was stroking his fingers up my thigh, moving inward, forcing them to part just enough for his palm to cup my sex, drawing a ragged moan for me.