Savior (Savages 3)

My brain might have been a million places on the drive home, but my body had a one-tack mind.

I was already hot, wet, and ready.

Paine's low, appreciative growl in my ear sent a shiver through my body.

His hand moved up then slid down into my panties, his finger circling my clit once before moving a path downward and slipping inside me, thrusting slow and constant until my legs started to feel wobbly. Just when I was close, he pulled out, turned me, pressed me against the wall, and took my lips.

It wasn't the hard, hungry kiss he had given me before.

It was deep and thorough but slow, intimate, unhurried. I circled his neck with my arms and his hands slid down my back to cup my ass, lifting me up until I wrapped my legs around his waist. Then, like it was nothing, he wrapped his arms around me and carried me up the stairs.

While I was fit, I was tall and leggy; I wasn't the kind of woman who found herself carried around by a man. In fact, this was the first time it had happened since I was a teenager. I found that, like a lot of things Paine did, I really liked it.

My back hit the bed gently, but Paine's weight didn't follow me down. He pulled up, untangling from my arms and legs. He had placed me at the edge of the bed and he stood at the foot. His hands went to my knees, pressing them open, as he lowered himself down to his knees between my legs. He looked up at me for a minute, eyes hungry, before he dipped his head. His hand yanked my panties to the side, seemingly too impatient to bother taking them off, and his mouth was on me.

His lips closed around my clit, sucking in a pulse-like rhythm, his tongue moving out to lavish over me in unpredictable intervals. My legs moved up, one moving up beside his head, the other slipping over his shoulder. His hand landed on one of my knees, fingers digging in.

Every ounce of me was poised for the coming waves, my back arched up off the bed, hands grabbing the back of his head, fingers digging in as my hips thrust upward, begging for fulfillment.

He pulled hard against my hold, taking his finger out of me, reaching down, grabbing my panties and dragging them roughly down my legs. I suppressed the disappointment, reminding myself that the sooner I felt him inside me, the better, and pushed up on the bed, putting my feet on the floor. Paine reached behind his back, snagging his shirt the way I had fantasized that one time, and dragged it off, revealing his strong chest and abdomen, his perfect dark tattoos. My hands went to his belt, fumbling a little with clumsy fingers before I finally got the hook free and pulled it from its loops. My head tilted to look up at him as my fingers pushed his button through and pulled his zip down. His light green eyes were heavy lidded, sexier looking than ever before, needy, and I knew he found a similar look in mine. My hands grabbed his slacks and boxer briefs, pulling them down to his knees and letting them fall the rest of the way.

My gaze left his, but only because my focus went to his cock, hard, straining, heavy-looking. My hand moved to hold him at the base as my head moved outward and my lips opened around him, taking in just the head, lavishing my tongue over it. His hand went into the hair at the base of my neck, curling in, as his breath rushed out of him in a hiss.

"Fuck," he growled. "Elsie, baby... fuck. Okay," he said, his voice rough from arousal and still somehow amused. "Don't have the control for that right now," he told me, pulling me backward by my hair. I sucked hard as he slipped away from me and angled my head up with a smirk. "Christ, woman," he said with a smile of his own.

He reached downward, grabbing me at my ribs and pulling me up onto my feet. His hands sank into my ass before slowly drifting upward, tracing my spine until he found the zip for my dress and ever-so-slowly dragging it downward. He pulled the material at the shoulders and moved it down, exposing me inch my inch. My skin prickled at his touch, making a small shiver course through me. When the material got free of my hips, I shimmied until it fell to my feet, stepping out of it.

"Nope," Paine said as I moved to step out of my heels. "Heels stay on," he demanded as his hands traced back up my spine. "Garter and stockings too," he added, unclasping my bra and pulling it down my arms. My nipples were already straining and as soon as they were free, he pulled me tight against his chest, the contact sending a thrill down my belly and between my thighs. I would have let out a groan, but his lips stole mine, pressing in hard and hungry. His tongue moved right in, rough, demanding. His hand moved back up into my hair, grabbing, turning, and pulling slightly. The stinging in my scalp only intensified my need for more, for everything.