Page 4 of The Saviors: Part One
“Damn, that’s a badass ride, Gorgeous.”
“It’s my dream car.”
“A Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat is your dream car? I bet you look hot as fuck driving it.”
Unlocking the door, I gesture him in and disarm the alarm system with a laugh. “Flattery will get you everywhere, but you already have me home.”
“Doesn’t mean I have to stop telling the truth.”
Leaning down, I unzip my boots and slide them off while he kicks his own off.
Now that I’m barefoot, I realize he’s taller than I thought. I’m not short at five-foot-seven. But I had three inch heels on. He’s at least six-foot-two.
Sean steps into my space and doesn’t waste any time sinking into the kiss we started in the truck. He doesn’t ask permission this time, and I’m grateful.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and his hands slide out of my hair and down to my ass. He grips it, lifting me like I weigh nothing. Surprised, I automatically wrap my legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss, he presses me against the wall, and I can feel his hardness against me and can’t stop the moan.
He breaks the kiss. “Gorgeous, if you don’t tell me where your room is, I’m going to fuck you right here.”
“Straight ahead, upstairs. First left.”
Without putting me down, he carries me to my room. Kicking the door shut, he slides my purse off and lays me on the bed. He stretches out over top of me and leaves most of his weight on his elbow. Sean runs his other hand back into my hair to cup the side of my head. Tilting my head, he goes back into one of those toe curling kisses.
“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs against my lips.
Looking me straight in the eye, he takes his hand from my hair and lets it caress down my chest. Taking one finger, he runs it softly on my exposed cleavage. That little touch makes me shiver, and he unleashes that smile where his dimple pops out.
“So responsive,” he observes, touching me again.
Sitting back on his knees, he helps me sit up to pull my shirt over my head. He reaches behind him, bunches his shirt in his fist, and jerks it over his head. I could feel how hard his chest was against me, but it didn’t prepare me for what I’m looking at. He’s lean, but his pecs are well defined, and his six-pack abs are remarkable. It makes me want to cover up.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers, looking like he wants to eat me alive. I try to shake my insecurities away so I can enjoy this.
He unbuttons my jeans, and I lift my hips so he can tug them off. I’m damn glad I wore the matching red lingerie set Amber got me for Christmas last year. It matches my toenails and stands out against my pale skin.
Jumping off the bed, he makes quick work of his jeans and socks, leaving him in a pair of dark blue boxer briefs showing an impressive bulge. He slides back onto the bed between my thighs and rubs his hardness against my pussy, making me moan.
“Damn, Gorgeous, those noises you make are making me harder than fuck.”
“Can you get any harder?” I ask with a breathless laugh.
“Probably,” he answers, reaching up and flicking open the front clasp of my bra, causing my breasts to spill out. I can feel my arms creeping up to cover myself, but he catches them before I can.
“Don’t you dare. I need to see this beautiful body.” He reaches over and flips on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in soft light, but it’s enough to see every imperfection.
I can feel the blush from my cheeks spilling down my neck, and Sean’s greedy eyes track the movement.
With a groan, he leans down and flicks my stiff nipple with his tongue. He repeats the motion several times, making me press further into his mouth. He sucks one hard into his mouth, my back arches, and I sink my fingers into his wavy hair. He switches his attention back and forth until my ass is leaving the bed, searching for anything to rub against.
He gets the hint and starts kissing down my body. Each nipple, right between them, down my stomach, and right at the top of my panties.
Keeping his eyes on mine, he hooks his hands in them and urges me to lift my hips so that he can pull them off. Sucking up all the courage, I raise up, and he peels them down my thighs, tossing them behind him.
“You’re a wet dream come true, Gorgeous.” He places gentle hands on my knees so my legs fall back open. Fully exposed to him, I want to cover up again.
He sits back on his heels again, and I take the time to ogle his body too. I notice this time that his nipples are pierced too. Did he step straight out of the romance novels I read? The girls from my books would be so proud right now.
Taking one finger, he runs it through the slit in my pussy. “Can I taste you here?”
