Savage Burn (Savage Trilogy 2)

I kiss his chest and then ease the blanket back, admiring his tattoo, stunned when I find more than the skull wearing a Beret’s hat. There’s a heart that says San Antonio on it. “That’s for you,” he says, drawing my gaze from it to him. “My way of keeping you with me.”

“It was?” I ask, stunned and pleased by this news.

“Yes. It was. It is.”

“Don’t let my state of awake discourage you. Keep exploring. See what else you find. Me and my cock are mighty happy about that right about now.”

I laugh and kiss that tattoo, my heart warmed by the idea that he got that for me. “How happy?”

“Really fucking happy,” he assures me.

I kiss the stubble on his jaw. “I’d rather see for myself.”

I shift to my knees and reach under the blankets to wrap my hand around his impressive morning wood. “Hmmm,” I murmur. “Seems you are happy to see me this morning.”

I lean in and kiss his belly. The soft, rough sound he makes spurs me onward. I’m living in the moment, and it’s a really fun moment. I move between his legs, holding his shaft in my hand and meeting his burning hot stare. “What are you doing down there?” he asks.

“I thought we’d both like to know I still know how to do certain things.”

“No need to fret, baby. If you forgot, I’ll teach you.”

“Generous of you.”

“Isn’t it?” he asks.

I laugh and my tongue snakes around the head of his cock, which earns me his groan. “I don’t think you need a lesson, baby.”

I laugh, giving him a look that I know is brimming with mischief. “No?”

“No.”

“Let’s be sure. You tell me if I get it wrong.”

“Just to be clear, there is nothing you can do with your mouth on my body that is wrong.”

I lick him again, swirling my tongue around the slick head of his cock, the salty taste of his arousal on my tongue. When he leaves, I’m going to give him more than a tattoo to remember me by. I suck him into my mouth, just the head, and use my tongue again. I know I’ve teased him enough when his hand comes down on my head and his hips lift. I suck him deep and then ease back, licking him like an ice cream cone before I take all of him.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he murmurs. “More. Deeper. Suck me harder.”

I smile because he’s just so raw and real, so very Rick Savage, but I don’t give him what he wants, not just yet. In fact, I want him on edge, beyond the point of no return, and I know how. I stop sucking him and give him a coy look. “Deeper? Harder? I might hurt you.”

He laughs, an almost pained laugh. “Payback is hell, baby. How many ways do you think I can almost make you come?”

I laugh now and lick his head again before drawing him back in my mouth, sucking him harder. And yes, deeper. He doesn’t ask if he can come, because he knows I’m just fine with it. He knows that’s what I want. Because we still know each other so very well. His fingers tangle in my hair, his body tense as he murmurs, “God, baby, you’re so fucking perfect.” And then he’s shuddering with the release. I suck and lick, slowing down, softening my mouth with the ease of his body. I’ve barely removed my mouth from his body when I’m on my back and he’s between my legs.

“My turn,” he says, spreading my legs wider, his fingers stroking down the seam of my slick sex. “You liked doing that to me.”

“Yes,” I say, sensations rocking my body. “I always did.”

He slides fingers inside me. “You did, didn’t you?”

“I do,” I correct weakly. Words aren’t exactly easy right now. My lashes lower and I pant with the stroke of his fingers in just the right place. He always knew just the right place.

“I haven’t started a day with you on my tongue in far too long,” he says, and with that wicked declaration, he proves that mornings with Rick Savage are as perfect as the orgasm I have far too quickly. With a few licks and flicks of my clit, I’m spasming around his fingers. When it’s over, when I’m utterly satisfied, he slides up my body, leans over me and says, “No one else will ever do that to you again. Ever.”

I know what he’s telling me. No more Gabriel. I don’t want Gabriel. I can’t stand Gabriel. Gabriel wants the people involved in the black ops operation dead. That means my father and Rick. I may have to play fiancée a little longer to save my father and Rick. I don’t even think about saying that now. I rasp fingers over his lips and say, “Yours is the only mouth I want on any part of me.”