Mark Me

by Zoe Dawson

  “Savannah, this is a bad idea. I need…I need…to…get…you…home.”

  “No! That’s the last place I want to go. I was at River’s, and I knew Brax had this ice cold vodka. It made my brain freeze.”

  “Why did you destroy what you made for me? I’m sorry if I hurt…”

  “No, it wasn’t about you. It’s about not being able to get what I want. I don’t know how to get around what I’m supposed to do to get to what I want!”

  Her green eyes were wild and dazed. The only thing I could think of was to get her cleaned up and sober. I only wished I was sober and hadn’t had those damn nightmares. They always triggered hard, tight sexual need in me. Getting off was the only way to make the nightmares go away. Uncontrolled sex, the kind that innocent little women like Savannah would find shocking and twisted.

  She cupped my face, ran her thumbs over my cheeks. “I think we’re more alike than we realize. What is it you’re hiding?”

  “You don’t want to know.”

  “I do want to know,” she demanded. “I want to know all about you. Everything.”

  My voice got low and husky. “I want to do things to you, Savannah, things that I’m not sure you will—”

  “I want you, Rory. I would never judge you.”

  My already hard dick got harder. “Savannah, you’re saying that because you’ve been drinking.”

  I set her down, because if I was going to get her sober and take her home, I couldn’t have her body against mine.

  “Why don’t you take a shower?” I suggested. It might help sober her up a bit. I was so wasted, it only occurred to me in a hazy way that she would be naked in my bathroom. How was that going to help?

  I was too damn close to her. So, I reached over and started to run the water. I could feel the provocative heat of her body, could inhale the scent of her light, tantalizing fragrance wreaking havoc with my hormones and common sense. The alcohol in my system stole my will and made me lose my train of thought, or was that Savannah’s intoxicating presence?

  Reaching out, she slid her fingers along my jaw, then behind my neck, ensnaring me with the glow of need in her eyes.

  We were both so wasted.

  Then she smiled, a sensual, charming, breathtaking smile, and my universe narrowed down to just the two of us, nothing else.

  “I hate my father. I almost killed him.” I said, not sure why I said it.

  “I hate my momma. She’s manipulative, inflexible. I don’t know who I am.”

  “Are you here because of her? To get back at her?”

  She brushed the backs of her hands over my stubbled cheek, then cupped my jaw in her small delicate hand, her fingers fanning out. “No,” she said decisively and my heart eased. “I’m not. I’m here because of you. All I know is that I can’t stop thinking about you, Rory. It’s like a pressure and a craving.”

  My pulse tripped all over itself, and anticipation coiled tight and low in my belly. “I know about craving, and I haven’t stopped thinking about you since August.”

  “Then why are we fighting this so hard?”

  That hot ache spread through me, melting my resolve, making me ready live for the moment with this devastatingly sexy beauty who triggered such an incredible rush of feeling. “I can’t remember,” I murmured.

  She dragged my head down, the light in her eyes burning me from the inside out, and the moment our lips touched I gave myself over to the exquisite feel of her mouth on mine, the rich, addictive taste of her on my tongue, and the promise of what she would do to me if I had the courage to let her.

  Her mouth went ravenous and demanding.

  I slid my hands down the cotton of her blouse, over the mounds of her ass encased in those sexy cutoffs, and hauled her against my aching dick.

  The hunger hit me harder than it had ever hit me in the past. Tenderness worked against the need that was building in me. She was like a drug I needed, but she was so innocent, and I was…twisted. My chest got tight as she broke the kiss, the dirt on her face transferred to my neck, and from her hands to my chest, down over my waist. I reached for the button on her shorts released it enough to get my hands down and inside. I was galvanized the moment I felt her smooth, bare skin.

  Her hands went to my zipper and I panicked. What if she saw me and didn’t approve? I grabbed her hands.

  “Let me, Rory. I want to see all of you.”

  This was it. The moment when I would find out just how wicked I was.

  Chapter Four

  Savannah

  I wasn’t thinking straight. I knew that. Being at River’s, drinking alone and thinking about Rory, about how much I had put into his landscaping, and how little my momma thought of it, pushed me out of the house. Had I come here to destroy it…or had I come here for the comfort of Rory, of his deep, soothing voice, his cut and tantalizing body, and the comfort I would find in his arms?

  I knew in my heart it was the comfort. I knew he wouldn’t disappoint me.

  The alcohol freed me from the guilt of accepting the proposal from one man while wanting another. Technically, I hadn’t accepted. My momma had. But I rationalized that this was just sex. This was my chance at a hot fling.

  I looked up at him, at his dark, disheveled hair, an enticing mess created by my fingers gripping and combing through it. Sensing his pensiveness, I said, softly, “Let go,” and he released me. I pulled down the zipper of the soft, faded jeans slung low on his hips, over his full, thick erection and stopped, my breath catching. The lip and nipple weren’t the only piercings he had.

  “Ohmigod, that’s so sexy. Rory,” I breathed and reached out before I even had the zipper fully down, touched the head of his hard-on, and discovered the metal barbell lodged through the tip was as warm as his skin.

  He must have heard the raw need in my voice, because his gorgeous features softened.

  I leaned forward, sending my hand down into the loosened jeans, riding his erection all the way to his balls, and I cupped him as I clamped my mouth over the nipple with the ring in it. He speared his fingers into my hair and arched. The sound that burst from him was deep and guttural, gasping and moaning while I caught the ring in my teeth and pulled. He fought against my mouth and the hand that worked over the hardest part of him.

  I sucked him hard and he thrust his hips, his erection sliding through my fingers, the head like velvet and metallic as it softly scored my palm.

  I wondered how it would feel inside me.

  I let him go and looked up at him with that thought in my mind, and he must have read it. He framed my jaw in his big hands, holding me steady as he tipped my face up to his. The bright flare of hunger in his stare and the dark, edgy beauty of his aroused expression stole my breath, stirring liquid heat between my thighs.

  I slid my flattened palm up his taut chest, along his shoulder, and curled my fingers along his nape, his hair silky against the back of my hand. Silently I pulled his mouth down to mine and pressed against his full, lush lips.

  With an unrefined groan of surrender, he took charge, and I lost whatever control I had, if I ever had it. Oblivious to the shower and the steam it was generating in the small room, Rory backed me up against the sink, pressing his hard, fully aroused body against mine while his mouth claimed and devoured with voracious greed. He cupped my hips in his hands, his fingers digging into my flesh through the denim shorts as he shifted closer, then forced the hard length of his thigh between my legs, powering them apart, making me endure the strong, steady rhythm and friction against my core.

  I went even more liquid, the heat between us flaring with startling suddenness. An orgasm beckoned, but just as my climax began its slow, climbing ascent, Rory pulled his mouth from mine and stopped the tantalizing movement where I wanted him most, stranding me on the edge of an explosive release.

  Breathing hard, his eyes blazing hot, he rasped. “Savannah, are you sure? I’m rough, and demanding, an...animal. Tell me you want this. All of it, because it’s what I need. I’ll
stop right now—”

  “No, please, don’t stop.”

  His face contorted in sensual agony. “You’ve been drinking. I’ve been drinking. Maybe we should.”

  I leaned in and took his mouth just as ravenously as he’d taken mine, then I bit his lip, hard. He groaned and, as he tried to pull away, I followed his movement. His eyes slammed into mine as he searched for any uncertainty. He held my heavy-lidded gaze with his own and began unfastening the buttons on my blouse, his fingers stroking my skin, the swell of my breast, the deep valley in between, as he slowly made his way down to my stomach.

  He dragged the sides of my blouse down my arms, along with the straps of my bra, until both caught in the crooks of my arms. Then he pushed the sheer cups down, freeing my full, aching breasts to his gaze. My nipples tightened painfully, and I arched my back until the tender peaks scraped across his naked chest.

  The sensation jolted me, teased me, but that brush of contact wasn’t enough. “Rory,” I moaned, heated and panting with excruciating need to experience more.

  “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he said, his voice as hard as his solid, strong body. Lowering his head, he gently bit my lower lip, then soothed the sting with the damp, silky caress of his tongue before moving his mouth to my ear.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and rough and wholly male. “I’m going to make you come with my fingers. I’m going to make you come with my mouth, and then I’m going to fuck you with my dick and make you come more times than you’ll believe is possible.”

  I whimpered at his shocking, thrilling promise, and almost came right then and there, with nothing more than his crude words fueling my imagination.

  “But first I need your mouth on me. I need you to suck my dick, Savannah.” He raised my arms over my head and pressed me down until I was on my knees. Everything about him was primitive with a need to be in control, to dominate, to possess me completely. It was exactly what I craved, and I gave myself to him freely, without inhibitions, holding nothing back.

  He held onto my fingers and wrists, pressing me back against the vanity. With my hands and wrists caged in one fist, he pushed down his jeans and freed himself fully. His erection jutted out and I slipped my mouth over him. His head was soft, the metal warm as it slipped smoothly over my tongue and palate. It was the most sensual combination—his smooth skin and metal. It actually turned me on even more.

  He groaned deep, a soft bark exploding out of him when I swirled my tongue over the tip of him and sucked. He thrust gently and powerfully as I drew on him hard. He was panting, watching me intently while I took him in, over and over. His knees buckled and he reached for the vanity for support. “Geezus, you’re so beautiful and your mouth feels so good on my dick,” he muttered.

  He pulled me up, forcing me to release him. “Give me that mouth,” he whispered, his eye contact breathtaking. “Your mouth. That mouth,” he demanded.

  I closed my eyes at the satisfaction in his gaze before he captured my lips with his…and this time the kiss was hard, fierce, and deep and hot, right from the get go. He still held onto my hands pressing me back over the sink and vanity.

  He made me melt inside and out, plundering my mouth with hot, voracious sweeps of his tongue. He released the zipper on my shorts, and with one hand pushed them off my hips until they dropped to the floor. Curling his fingers into the sheer thong I wore, he tugged, hard, ripping the insubstantial scrap of material right off me.

  I gasped in shock, and he swallowed the sound as his palm skimmed up my quivering thigh with driving purpose. His fingers slipped inside me until they were filling me up, giving me the most exquisite, penetrating pleasure, his thumb pulsing over my core.

  Wrenching his mouth from mine with a low groan, he bent his head to my breast and latched onto a nipple, biting me just short of pain. He suckled me hard and strong, creating a tugging, rippling sensation that spiraled down to where his fingers were stroking and gliding within me. Then his thumb joined the assault, so knowing and skillful, and so intent on pushing me.

  “Let me go.”

  “Beg me, Savannah. I want to hear you need it.”

  “Please, please, let me go. I want to put my hands on you. I need you.”

  He released my hands, and I twisted my fingers into the soft strands of his hair, clasping and pulling while wild abandon sang through my body. My head fell back against the mirror, and I cried out as my orgasm crested with increasing power.

  “Yes,” he whispered against my breast. “Harder,” he demanded.

  I tugged on his hair until he groaned, and it fulfilled something in me, something savage and uncivilized I hadn’t known existed until this untamed and honest moment.

  His gaze met mine, his face contorted in pleasure. He bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes taking a breath. Then he leaned forward and whispered, “Are you are virgin? I don’t want to hurt you, but I need—”

  “No. I’m not.”

  With a growl, his mouth moved to my breast down over my stomach as he sank to his knees. Pushing my thighs wide open, he used his thumbs to open me more fully to him. When he leaned forward, I closed my eyes, feeling his hot breath, then the velvet glide of his tongue on me. He closed his mouth over me, kissing me intimately, deeply, using his tongue in ways that were wonderfully wicked and shockingly erotic. He worked his thumbs on me again, pressing, rubbing, stroking, the double assault sending me over again.

  Moaning hard, gasping with the pleasure of the unrelenting suction of his mouth and his swirling, thrusting tongue, I came again, then again.

  Lost to reality, I barely felt when he turned me around, stripping my blouse and bra from me and positioning his hot, muscular body behind me, against my back.

  “Look, Savannah,” he whispered, nipping my neck, “Look at me taking you.”

  I opened my eyes to look in the rapidly fogging mirror, which was big enough and long enough for me to see our bodies. He went to open the medicine cabinet, and I grabbed his wrist. I couldn’t bear for there to be anything between us. Not this first time, and it felt like the very first time for me. There wasn’t ever going to be anyone else.

  “No, I’m protected.”

  “I’ll always protect you, Savannah.” My gaze locked on his as he thrust his hips against me, his erection hot and hard.. Dirt streaked his face, his hair, and his hands, leaving marks on my skin where he touched me. I could smell the sweet, clean fragrance of the earth mingling with the heady, delicious scent of him. He turned me on, wildly, primally, and my need for him intensified.

  I gasped, suspended on sharp pleasure as he penetrated me deeply, fully. I was primed for him, pushed back eagerly, but he wasn’t in any hurry. His strokes were slow, skillful, and so, so deep, but the closeness I shared burned through my eyes and from his as our gazes held with each thrust was so devastatingly real. I clutched the porcelain in a frenzy to brace myself as his muscular chest pressed me down, biting the back of my neck hard, while his hands slid up my stomach, streaking my skin. He cupped and pinched my nipples, making me gasp and moan at the delicious sizzle from my breasts to my groin. When he roughly sent his hands between my thighs, I cried out in soaked pleasure.

  A powerful, violent wave rushed over me, and he was relentless, fierce, kept the keenness and the aching climax surging. He was shaking with his effort, sweat rolling down his arms, dripping off his chin.

  I pushed back against him, even as he filled me up so completely, I wanted more. Demanded more and he surged against me, his breathing harsh and out of control. “You are so fucking perfect,” he rasped, his mouth on my neck. He bit me hard again and I moaned at how good it felt.

  His hands grasped my hips, his fingers holding me tightly as he began pumping harder, faster. I met him thrust for thrust, my hands losing their grip as I fought to hold on.

  With the mirror totally fogged over, I could only feel him and it was as if we merged together soul to soul and I didn’t need to see him. Hi
s body was part of mine, fused and filling me, every cell and pore electric with his presence. Our breathing was frenzied, as out of control as the way he pumped into me, mindless, body-slapping thrusts, lost to himself and the sheer pleasure of our joining.

  He curved across me, his chest against my back as a cascade of soft, deep gasps groaned out of his mouth, gusts of air hot against my skin. “Geezus, Savannah. Geezus,” he said his voice strained.

  I dropped to the sink my knees weak, reaching one hand up and setting my palm and smearing the moisture across the fogged glass, so I could watch us. He shuddered against me, as he cried out, wrapping his arm across my breasts and cupping one in his big hand, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe around both his energy and my own pulsating body.

  With the heavy moisture in the steamy air, the shower still running, our frantic heartbeats mingled as our bodies thrummed and throbbed. I lost track of time as he spun me around and dragged me against him, maneuvering us until his backside was against the sink and I was resting against his chest and hips, oblivious now to the time, the sweat, still trying to slow my pulse, breathe. His chest heaved beneath mine as he caught his breath, stroking my back and peppering kisses all over my face. His arms tightened around me, held me with a power I’d never felt before.

  Rough and dirty sex, I thought. Accurately, symbolically, in every single heart-wrenching, heart-aching, heart-pumping way. There was so much here…so much. It had felt like… I couldn’t find the words. All I could do was wrap my arms around him and hold him tight.

  But as if he sensed it, he said, “Hold onto me, babe all you want. As long as you don’t mind if I hold on tight, too.”

  My heart tightened inside my chest. “Rory,” I murmured. “Ohmigod.”

  He dragged me into the shower and we washed and got rid of the dirt and sweat. With soft touches, still needy and raw, we dried off, and he led me to his bedroom and drew me down with him. Sleeping with him seemed like the best idea I’d ever had. I snuggled close to his big frame while he stroked his hand down my body, so sensually, I purred against his lips, sucking his tongue into my mouth.