Page 54 of Savage Lust

Pleasure built slowly now, my body tired, but it came. Ripples of friction that turned to waves until I was gasping in time with each thrust.

I whimpered his name and shut my eyes when he raised up to suck my nipples. First one, then the other, leaving me to move, to ride him.

I cried out when I came, no name, no words, just a guttural release after a thunderclap of pleasure. Cam’s body tensed as he clamped down on his jaw, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

I’d never seen anything sexier.

“Riley.”

I’d never heard anything sexier, either.

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I rolled onto my elbow as slowly as I could, gently sliding my legs from beneath the sheets. I’d waited to crawl from the bed until Cam had rolled away from me. I’d been awake close to half anhour. Not that I was trying to be sneaky, but I’d rather not wake him.

He’d spent the night curled around me, but now he slept hard flat on his back, one arm tucked behind his head and the other sprawled across the empty side of the bed. His face was completely relaxed, serene even. Our clothes lay sporadically on the floor between the door and the bed, his pistol on the nightstand.

Trust.

I could slap him, kick him, scream at him—even go for the gun, all before he woke. And he knew that, but he trusted me not to. Somehow, sleeping and completely vulnerable, he was even sexier.

There were so many questions. Did my father kill himself and if not, who had? And what did Cam really expect from me? What did I expect from him? I almost forgot them all when it was like this, as if I could easily spend every day waking up to Cam this way.

That left an ache in my chest I didn’t want to think about, so I tucked it away in a neat little box in a tidy corner in the back of my mind.

I picked up his cut, hanging the heavy leather vest on the doorknob, before collecting my panties and shirt. To keep from waking him, I cleaned up in the hall bathroom and padded barefoot to the kitchen.

I was Cam Savage’s ole lady. A far cry from going back to college, applying for law school.

I poured a cup of coffee and put it to my lips as I leaned against the kitchen sink. The hot, slightly bitter liquid scalded my tongue with the first sip. The brief flash of pain grounded me there in the kitchen when Cam sleepily trudged in, clad only in his form fitting boxer briefs.

“Morning,” he said, groggily rubbing his face.

His heavy-lidded, sleepy eyes made me want to kiss him. So I did, cupping the side of his face and brushing my lips across his before glancing at the clock. “Afternoon.”

“Yeah, we have to hit the road soon.” There was something sneaky in his grin. He kissed me, this time deeper, his tongue tracing across my lips before diving in. And one hand slipping between my legs, stroking the tips of two fingers across the thin fabric covering my sex.

“We don’t have time.”

“We do,” he insisted, placing my coffee on the counter and tugging my panties down.

And before I could say a word, he murmured, “Sex magic” and flipped a red wrapped condom between two fingers.

Turns out, we had plenty of time, on the counter by the window.

By the time Cam finished with me, I was breathless and my coffee cold.

“Do you not want me to go?” I could tell it bothered him that I was making this ride. He procrastinated as long as he could. Even trying to distract me in the shower.

His eyes narrowed, and he straightened, pulling a clean white t-shirt over his head. “If you don’t, Preacher’s going to insist you hang out at the clubhouse with him.” He crossed the room to where I sat on the bed, pulling on my socks. “Unless that’s what you want?”

There was a teasing to his tone, but I kept mine firm. “Absolutely not.”

“Good.” He kissed me, gently. “I’ve got to get some shit from my place. Meet me out back in ten minutes.”

twenty-one

Riley

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