Savage Love (Wet & Wild Series, #2)

by Lexy Timms

  So that’s what he did.

  He grabbed his cock and inched into her, slicking his skin with her arousal. Kallie sighed against his lips, her hands wrapping around his neck. He sank to the hilt, their hips pressed together, and Ash could feel her clit poking out from beneath its fleshy hood. He ground against her. Rolled deeply into her. Watched as she gasped and shook and jolted. His lips fell to her neck and he pressed them into her skin. Tasting her sweat and memorizing the throbbing of her pulse point. His hands curled into the sheets. His fingernails dug into the mattress. She felt so good. So wet. So tight around his cock.

  “Pretty Kallie,” he said breathlessly. “How I missed you.”

  He felt Kallie’s hand drag his face back up to hers. She wrapped her legs around him and crashed their lips back together. Her tongue shoved its way in and he groaned at the taste. The texture. The ferocity of her moves. Ash rolled quickly into her body, pressing his strength into her curves until nothing was left between the two of them.

  Kallie unraveled underneath him, and he released her lips. She panted and shook. Whimpered and gasped. He watched the pleasure roll over her face. The pleasure of having his body so close to hers again. He rolled the two of them over and Kallie straddled his lap, her pussy still fluttering around his cock. Her hands dug into his chest and she began to move. Began to rock herself through the rest of her orgasm. Her eyes were half hooded in pleasure as Ash’s hands raced up her body, memorizing every dip and curve of her skin.

  His heels planted into the bed as her juices dripped onto his skin. Coating his balls in her scent. Ash watched as Kallie leaned up, releasing her hair from its braid. She ran her fingers through it and her beautiful hair tumbled around her shoulders. Down her back. Between her shoulders blades. Her tits bounced and her body rolled, her pussy squeezing his cock. She was an angel. Illuminated in the soft moonlight of the city. His hands gripped tightly onto her waist and he pulled her down to him, their lips falling back into each other’s.

  He wanted her in every way possible before he let her go again.

  Ash picked her up and walked her into the wall. Pressed her against it and watched as she gasped against the cool surface. He slammed his cock into her body, watching her head fall back in pleasure. He hiked her up the wall with every thrust. Made her body bounce with his pounds. His hands planted firmly into the wall as his knees grew weak. The way she dripped around him. The way she shivered against him. The way her body smelled and looked and felt.

  The essence of her...

  It was intoxicating to him.

  And he couldn’t get enough.

  He pressed his lips to hers and sucked her bottom lip between his teeth. Her breasts pressed into him, filling the crevices of his strength. She bucked into him. Rolled down into his cock. Her pussy fluttered around him and he could feel it. Feel her about to explode again. Faster and faster he pounded, feeling her cling to him. Her nails dug into his back and her heels pressed into his ass. There was nothing between them. No wind or air or breath separating them. Just as it should’ve been.

  Just as Ash needed it to be.

  “Ash. Oh my gosh. Please. I missed you so much. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’ll do anything.”

  “Pretty Kallie,” he said with a grunt. “Come for me. Let me feel you again.”

  “Ash! Yes!”

  He felt her explode, sucking his cock deeper than he’d ever been. Their foreheads fell together and he pressed himself inside of her thickening walls, feeling the way she fluttered around him. He curled his toes into the ground. Staved off his own orgasm as she convulsed against him. Her body grew weak in his arms and he caught her as she tumbled off the surface of the wall. His arms wound tightly around her as her legs shook. Pulled him closer into her body, like she couldn’t get enough either. He stumbled back onto the bed and sat down, their bodies tangled up in each other.

  Then slowly, he began to roll.

  It was soft. Small. Enough to keep Kallie panting through her orgasm. He dragged it out. Made her shake against his strong form. Her head fell to his shoulder and he peppered her skin with kisses. Her neck. Her ear. Her cheek. Her shoulder. Anything he could touch with his lips, he did. Her body was draped around him. Cloaking him from the cold and the harshness of the city he hated so much.

  But not with Kallie.

  He could never hate anything that housed Kallie.

  Soon, her hips came to life. She bucked against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Finding a second wind that took his breath away. Sloppy kisses were placed on every square inch of them before Kallie leaned back in his arms. Back far enough for him to pay attention to her beautiful tits. He lapped at them. Sucked on them. Thrusted into her body as they jumped for him. He felt his cock about to explode. Pulsing against her walls.

  He still wasn’t ready, but he couldn't hold himself off any longer.

  His thumb dipped between her pussy folds and he found Kallie’s aching clit. He rubbed it generously, pressing deeply into her body. Her hands clung to his arms and he bit down into her breast, marking her as his own as he fell over the edge. His cock pulsed, filling her with hot threads of cum that came pouring from his cock’s head. Her pussy vibrated around him, sucking down every ounce he had to give her in that greedy fashion he loved so much.

  Kallie was breathless. He was speechless. The nighttime was silent, save for the creaking of the bed and the panting of their breaths. Ash dug his hands into the meat of her. Clung onto her body so tightly he knew she would be bruised the next morning. Kallie came crashing into him as their juices poured from between her thighs, soaking the bed beneath him as they fell back onto the plush mattress.

  His cock stayed seated within her body as her face fell into the crook of his neck, and soon she was asleep.

  Kallie was asleep in his arms.

  He pulled out from between her thighs and rolled back the covers. He scooted the two of them between the cool sheets, watching as her body settled at his side. Her hair fluttered over the pillow and her swollen lips were puckered. Her skin was tinted with a healthy flush and her sweat dried upon her forehead. Ash watched her as she slept, wanting to memorize every portion of her body. The way her soft snores filled the room. The way her leg gravitated between his. The way their smells wrapped around his head.

  He wanted to remember all of it.

  Ash couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to be with her again. And he knew he’d made the right choice in coming after her. Trying to get a second chance with Kallie was worth all of the heartache and the anger and the time and the unanswered questions. Kallie was the kind of woman he wanted at his side every night. The kind of woman he wanted to come home to. If she really gave him a second chance, he wasn’t going to squander it.

  If she gave him a second chance, he would make sure she never regretted it.

  Before Ash knew it, the sun was streaming through the windows. He woke up and felt the warmth of Kallie against his body and smiled. She was still there. She hadn’t left. That was a good thing, right?

  Or had she not woken up yet?

  He leaned up and saw Kallie’s head pressed against his chest. Her hair covered his face and he smiled at the sensation. She was still asleep. Softly snoring against his skin. But during the night, she had gravitated closer to him.

  Like the magnets they were.

  He slid from her grasp and stood to his feet. He watched as Kallie groaned and sighed, wrapping herself up in the softness of his silken sheets. He reached for his cell phone and called his favorite restaurant in town. The kind that had the best brunch and would deliver if he paid a premium price. He ordered all of the things he knew Kallie would love. Bacon. Bagels. Jams and cream cheeses. Pancakes and coffee cakes and hard-boiled eggs. Freshly squeezed orange juice for the champagne he knew he had, so they could make mimosas. Fruit salad. Pastries. Smoked salmon.

  It made his stomach grumble simply thinking about it.

  He placed the order and gave his name before he hu
ng up the phone. The restaurant knew where to deliver the food. But it also meant he and Kallie had some time to kill. A couple of hours at least. He placed his phone down and dove into bed, peppering Kallie’s face with kisses. He pulled her from her sleep in a fit of giggles, and the second their lips connected, her body arched into his.

  He slid his arm underneath the small of her back, bringing her warm body up to his.

  “Morning,” Kallie said.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” Ash said.

  “No ‘Pretty Kallie’ for me this morning?”

  “Good morning, Pretty Kallie,” he said with a smile. “Did you sleep well?”

  “Like the dead. You?”

  But Ash saw her wince in pain and he knew what was wrong.

  “Hangover?”

  “A bit, I think.”

  “I have just the cure,” he said.

  “What’s that?”

  “Come on,” he said as he helped her naked body out of bed. “You, my dear, need a hot shower.”

  “Mmmm, that does sound good. I think I might need food, though.”

  “Trust me. I’ve got it under control. A hot shower, hot coffee, and by the time you’re done, brunch will be here.”

  “Brunch?” she asked.

  “I ordered it a few minutes ago. Come on. A hot shower for two.”

  “Two?” she asked.

  Ash looked back at her as he led her into his bathroom.

  “You didn’t think I was going to let you shower alone, did you?”

  Kallie smiled as he led her into the bathroom. He walked her through the small marble hallway that led into the walk-in shower. Ash fiddled with the knobs before water began to pour from small holes in the entire ceiling. It mimicked a waterfall, drenching their skin. And Ash couldn’t take his eyes off Kallie’s smile.

  “You like it?” he asked.

  “It feels so good,” she said with a sigh.

  Ash pulled her into his arms and the two of them stood until their bodies were soaked. He swayed them side to side, slowly turning in a circle as they danced to the beat of their own drum. Kallie’s arms wrapped around him and held him close, and he felt her sigh into him. He felt a smile bloom across her cheeks as he looked down toward the top of her head. She looked up at him, his face shielding her skin from the water. It created their own little world, where nothing else existed except the two of them.

  “Kallie.”

  “Yes, Ash?”

  “Give me a second chance.”

  He watched her eyes dance around his face as his hand came up to cup her cheek.

  “I’m not asking for a relationship. I’m not asking you to heal on the spot. All I’m asking for is your time. Because I can’t quit you, and I don’t want to.”

  He watched her nod her head and his heart soared. He gathered her in his arms and pressed their lips together, then lifted her off her feet. Her arms threaded around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist, and he felt his entire body rise to life again. She was giving him a second chance. A chance to show her the world as it could be if she were with him. He settled her against the warm marble walls and slid his tongue between her lips, caressing her cheeks as his hands smoothed over her fingers.

  Ash made love to her in that shower. Slid his cock between her juicy folds and stroked her body. The fire in his toes wafted up his legs. His back. His neck. Kallie was the perfect woman. Innocent. Headstrong. Independent. But with just enough vulnerability that he could be her man. Be the one that kept her strong when she couldn't keep herself strong. Her body was warm and her pussy was tight. Her juices coated him even as the water battered down against their bodies. She sighed against him. Gasped against him. Rocked against him and lost herself within him.

  He growled into her skin while she chanted his name, her body coming around his cock. She sucked him in deeply, her hands grabbing at his body. She pulled him into her and he fell against Kallie. Pressed his cock deeply between her folds and fell weak against her. For the first time in Ash’s life, he was truly weak against a woman. Succumbed to the electricity that lit him on fire for her. The water pelted against their skin and he panted into the crook of her neck. Kallie ran her fingers through his hair and he stood there, sheathed within her, until he had regained his strength.

  “Ash?”

  “Yes?”

  “There are so many things I still don’t know...”

  He rose his head to take in her eyes and they were full of such sorrow. Such loss. Confusion. He ached for her. Ached for all she had been through. Her life had been a whiplash, he knew that much for sure. And all he wanted was to help her through it.

  “I want to help,” he said. “Not make it worse.”

  “You don’t make it worse,” she said.

  “Then let me help you.”

  “I don’t know, Ash. I don’t ... it’s so hard to explain.”

  She shivered against him, and he pulled her from the wall and slid from between her thighs.

  “Then don’t,” he said into her ear. “Don’t explain. Just let me be with you, in whatever capacity that means. I came here for you. I chased you down because I couldn’t stand the thought of not being with you.”

  He drew her back into his body, his heart slamming against his chest.

  He could still see the confusion in her eyes. The hurt and the sorrow. How he wanted to take it all away from her. Suck it from her body and shoulder the burden himself. He kissed the top of her head and ran his fingers through her hair, watching as the water dripped from all of her wondrous curves.

  The playground of her body, glistening for him in the shower of a place he used to call home.

  “Is the food here yet?” Kallie asked.

  He chuckled and kissed her head one last time before stepping away from her.

  “Let’s get cleaned up and go see,” Ash said.

  Then the two of them soaped up, washed down, and got themselves ready for brunch.

  Chapter 9

  Kallie

  Kallie couldn’t think straight. Ash’s hot pursuit of her had her twisted up in knots. The brunch was fantastic, and she couldn't help but moan over all the food. And she was much hungrier than she originally thought. She felt herself letting her guard down. Letting Ash back in. As they lay there, eating while still tangled up in the sheets with their naked bodies, Kallie began wondering if a relationship between them could work. If something like that was plausible.

  Ash wasn’t a typical rich man. He wasn’t the stereotype, like James. Despite his surroundings, she still felt comfortable with him. She didn’t feel judged by her lack of money. If anything, she sort of got the impression that he resented his money. How people saw him because of how rich he was. He wasn’t trying to flaunt it or toss it around to try and impress her. He simply offered it to her and didn’t think twice when she wasn’t accepting of it.

  When she looked into his eyes, she could still see the Ash she had connected with on the island.

  Was it possible he hadn’t lied about that? Was it possible Ash was still the same man even though his financial status had changed?

  Kallie began to wonder if the issue was with her. Maybe she’d been too worried about his money. Maybe James and his family had soured her toward the wealthy, and her overall judgment of them did Ash a disservice. Kallie was so angry at James and his family for always judging her about her lack of money, and there she was passing judgment on a man who did have money.

  That didn’t seem right to Kallie.

  Just because James and his parents were asshole didn’t mean that everyone with money were assholes. And Ash was beginning to prove that to her. At no point in their interactions since the club did she ever feel like he was encroaching on her. Trying to stifle her with his wallet. They both lay in bed with full stomachs against the plush mattress they’d slept on, and that was the only thing that reminded her of his wealth. He wasn’t talking about business or his finances or on his phone talking to his “portfolio guy.�
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  His attention was on her.

  Just her.

  “Spend the day with me,” Ash said.

  “You don’t have to work or something?” I asked.

  “Who works on the weekends?”

  “Rich people do.”

  “Well, good thing I’m not one of those then,” he said with a wink.

  Kallie giggled as she rolled over onto her back. Her stomach was full of smoked salmon and cream cheese bagels. The mimosas they had shared were beginning to seep into her veins. A day with Ash sounded phenomenal, and she didn’t have anything going on. She wasn’t due back at work for another couple of days. What else was she going to do with her time.

  “Okay,” she said. “But I have to go home and change.”

  “Not if you don’t want to,” he said.

  “I took a shower, yes. But my clothes are sweaty. I’d like to not put those back on.”

  “Not what I meant,” he said.

  “Then what do you mean?”

  “So, when my father divorced his second wife, she left behind a closet full of clothes. If they fit you right, you can help yourself.”

  “She just ... left clothes?” Kallie asked as she caught his stare.

  “Welcome to why I don’t like the rich. Come on. Let’s go see if something fits.”

  Kallie felt his hand slide into hers and she giggled as he helped her out of bed. She clung to the sheet around her body, walking through his massive penthouse apartment. They walked across the hallway into another gigantic room, and when Ash threw open the closet door she gasped.

  The entire closet was easily the size of the living room, and it was packed to the brim with women’s clothes. Beautiful fabrics. All sorts of colors and designs. Kallie was speechless as she stepped into the illuminated space. The sheet dragged behind her as she gawked at the designer shoes. Valentino heels and Oscar de la Renta boots. René Caovilla and Jimmy Choo and Gucci.