Killer (Savages 2)

"She's off limits for a while," I warned.

"Oh, I'll bet she is," Lo said, her voice dropping low and suggestive. "But you have to let her out of that bed sometime."

"The hell I do," I said and she laughed.

"I'll let you know, Shoot."

She disconnected and I moved toward the door to my bedroom, pausing there, wondering what I should do. If I were being a good guy, I would have walked away, sat down and watched some TV, let her rest in peace. But that wasn't what I was going to do. I moved into the room quietly, not wanting to wake her up. She had rolled back into her original position, curled up away from the door and I resumed my position from earlier, her body wiggling subconsciously back into me, drawing out a quiet groan. Even in her sleep, she was giving me a hard-on like a fifteen year old kid. My hands drifted up to her hair, smoothing it out, letting it slide between my fingers. Out cold, she let out a low moan and I felt myself smiling. She liked having her hair played with. That was a good piece of information to have. My hand drifted down her arm, over her hip, up her belly.

Her breathing got less deep and less even as she slowly started to surface.

"Johnnie?" she asked in a voice that was, at once, confused and turned on.

"Yeah angel," I said, kissing her hair. "You want me to stop?" I asked, my hand drifting down her thigh.

There was a pause, her breath hitching as my fingers drifted over the crease where her hip met her thigh before moving up toward her ribs. "I don't know yet."

I felt a smile pull at my lips. "When you do know, let me know, okay?" I asked, my hands drifting upward and stroking just under the swells of her breasts.

"'Kay," she said, drawing in a shaky breath.

"Want to roll over so I can kiss that sweet mouth?"

"'Kay," she said again and slowly turned into my arms.

Her eyes were only half opened, her lips already parted. And fuck if she wasn't the most beautiful thing I had seen in my life. I brought my hand up to her cheek stroking over it slightly as my head tipped toward hers. Her eyes fluttered closed as my lips finally found hers.ThirteenAmeliaI woke up to a warm body at my back and a hand moving across my belly. Still in a pleasant sleep fog, I lay there for a long minute, enjoying the sensation that was half-comfort and half a complete turn-on. "Johnnie?"

"Yeah, angel," he said, his voice a little husky and I was pretty sure I felt his lips press into my hair. "You want me to stop?" he asked, his hand moving dangerously low on my belly before snaking off toward my hip and moving down my thigh.

Did I? I knew I should have wanted him to stop. He was dangerous for a normal twenty-six year old woman. So for a twenty-six year old freak who kept everyone too much at a distance to ever even consider the possibility of sex, yeah, well, he was positively perilous. But his breath was warm on my neck and his hands had my skin aching for more.

"I don't know yet," I said honestly.

"When you do know, let me know, okay?" he said, his hand moving back up my belly, his fingertips brushing against the underside of my breast.

"'Kay," I heard myself say, taking a deep breath.

"Want to roll over so I can kiss that sweet mouth?"

"'Kay," I said again, rolling in his arms. His eyes were on mine, a little hooded, but nothing like mine felt. I could barely keep mine open. And my entire body felt foreign, tingly. It was like being drunk, though sweeter, but no less out of control. My body was disconnected from the part of me that knew we shouldn't kiss again, the part that knew it wouldn't stop at kissing.

But then his hand was stroking my cheek and his face was lowered toward mine and I didn't even think anymore at all. His lips pressed into mine hard, but undemanding. I sank against him, my hands grabbing his arms and holding on as his tongue pressed into my mouth. I sighed into it, my tongue becoming bold, a growl escaping his lips spurring me on. His arm went around my hips as he moved onto his back, rolling me on top of him. My legs slipped between his, my hands moving up to cup his face as my mouth got hungry on his, biting into his lower lip, as his hands roamed my body. They toyed with my hair, then down my back, cupping my butt.

He knifed upward, taking me with him so he was sitting up and I was straddling his waist. His lips moved from mine, kissing down my neck. "You always spark like this?" he asked, his voice almost rough.

"No," I sighed, tilting my head to give him better access.

"Just for me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he sucked hard at the spot where my neck met my shoulder.

"Yes," I agreed because it was true.

Between my thighs, I could feel his erection pressing hard against me and my hips instinctively jerked forward, feeling him rub against my clit and ripping a strangled moan from me. Johnnie's head pulled backward, watching my face as he rocked against me, hitting the sweet spot again and making me gasp. Then I was gasping for an entirely different reason as I suddenly went flying backward, landing with a slight bounce against the mattress. Johnnie's hands moved up my calves, my thighs, across my hips. His fingers dipped into the waistline of my pants, pushing open the button and undoing the zip with a quickness that was almost unsettling. I felt his fingers slide into my panties. They had just barely brushed the triangle above my sex when my mind snapped back into place, making me jerk violently away from him.