SURVIVING SAVANNAH: GODS OF CHAOS MC (BOOK 16), Honey Palomino [ebook offline reader .TXT] 📗

under my touch. I traced a fingertip along the thin trail of hair leading into his jeans, the softness taking my breath away.

“Rose,” he growled, reaching down quickly and grabbing my hand before I could unbutton the rest of his fly. He turned my hand around, his lips landing in my palm, hot and hungry, his eyes an inferno of desire, a warning of danger that I couldn’t help but crave.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

“Please, Blade,” I said. “I’ve missed you…”

He kissed me again, this time hot and hungry and hard. I wrapped myself around his naked torso, before growing frustrated at the silk of my blouse between us. I broke away, pulling back and reaching for my blouse to pull it off. He watched, holding his breath, his hands hot against my skin as soon as it was exposed. He reached down to unlatch the clasp on my bra, pushing it away as he pressed me to his chest, his mouth latching onto mine again, the feel of his skin against mine a divine satisfaction that caused me to whimper against his mouth.

Gently, he pushed me back onto the bed, standing over me as he kicked off his boots and pushed down his jeans. Transfixed, I watched his cock come into view, throbbing and hard, a promise of pleasure that I’d not had in years.

He wasted no time hovering back over me, his long dark hair falling over us like a curtain of privacy, locking us into an intimacy that left me breathless.

His kisses slid over my cheek, trailing down to my neck and leaving feathery brushes against my skin that caused me to shudder with desire.

‘I’ve loved you every day of my life,” he growled into my ear, pressing his cock into my center.

Chapter 28

BLADE

Sinking into her was like melting into heaven.

This is what life is about. This is what I’d missed so deeply.

This is what I should have been doing all my life — loving Rose.

I wanted to give her everything I’d neglected to give her all those years. All the wasted time, the lost love, the memories we didn’t get to make — I wanted to make it up to her all at once.

But all I had to offer was my body.

Right here. Right now.

Nothing more.

I had nothing else to give this beautiful woman, and we both knew that life requires so much more than just that.

But this was only a stolen moment in time.

This was all we had. This would probably be all we ever had.

I pressed into her warmth, her sweetness surrounding me, engulfing me, welcoming me like I’d finally come home.

Her soft sighs and moans and the way she wrapped her naked thighs around my hips, pulling me in as deeply as she could, left me shuddering with desire.

I pushed into her harder, needing to be as close as I could be to her. Needing more and more of her, until I was slamming into her, sliding smoothly against her soft wetness, the quivering of her heated center engulfing me and unleashing this intense savage need that I’d kept bottled up inside of me for years.

Harder and harder, I pounded myself into her, my mouth searching hers, searching for everything I’d missed for so very long.

I’d repressed a lifetime of emotion, of need, of love, and it all came rushing to the surface, causing me to take Rose like a starved madman. I lost myself in her flesh, my body ripping into hers violently, as she held onto me and opened herself up to my hunger, welcoming my unleashed passion with a fury of her own.

Like a storm of raging ecstasy, I devoured her flesh until I was seized by a sudden release, my heat searing her quivering center, her thighs clenching around my hips as she cried out.

I growled with a savage pleasure that ripped from my throat, my body left spent and weak as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, my mouth finding hers again, seeking the refuge I never wanted to be without again.

Chapter 29

ROSE

Silence fell over us as we lay together, the late afternoon sunlight streaming through my white lace curtains.

Somehow, I felt awkward and comfortable, all the same time. I wanted to lie in his arms forever, and yet I felt like there was so much left unsaid between us, and the words hung heavy in the air around us.

I waited for him to speak while I caught my breath and let my flesh remember that it was indeed its own entity. I’d melted into him like hot butter on bread and I had to remind myself that he wasn’t mine.

He was never mine.

Oh, maybe a long, long time ago when we were practically children. But now we were adults and those hands belonged to him. Those eyes that caused me to tremble every time they looked at me were his, not mine. That body he’d used to give me so much pleasure had only been lent to me briefly.

Soon, he’d be gone, just like he’d been gone before he showed back up out of nowhere. I realized that I really knew nothing much about where he’d gone. Or why he’d left. I’d been swimming in so many unanswered questions for so long that I finally gave up needing the answers.

All I ever needed was him.

So, when he walked back in, I didn’t stop to ask those same questions that I’d been asking over and over. The answers never really mattered.

What mattered was if his eyes still dilated when he looked at me.

What mattered was if my heart would still skip a beat when he kissed me.

What mattered was if our bodies still fit together like two long-lost puzzle pieces when we put them back together again.

And now that I knew what all of that felt like again, it validated all those years I’d spent wondering. I hadn’t wasted my time yearning for him. What we had together was