Savage (The Callie Leveaux Series Book 2) by Kate Benson Read Free Book Online
Authors: Kate Benson
stroking mine as my hands find her ass and pull her hips closer to mine.
There are people screaming, going absolutely insane all around us, but I don’t hear a fucking thing except for the low hum coming from her chest.
Smoke and sweat is heavy in the air, but all I smell is the Versace perfume I got her for her birthday. It’s mixed with the sweet smell of sake on her breath as she hovers against my lips.
The bass from the speakers is enough to bust every bottle in the bar, but all I feel is her biting gently on my lip. Her fingernails are grazing over the skin on my neck and driving me fucking crazy. Her chest is heaving so closely against mine I can feel her hard nipples through the tight fabric. As I brush my thumb over them, she trembles in my arms and her hot breath hits my skin as I run my lips over her neck.
“You ready to get out of here?” I ask as I softly run the pad of my thumb over her collarbone.
“Yeah,” she says, nodding immediately.
Leaning in to give her another quick kiss, I take her hand and lead her through the crowd making a beeline for the car.
The second we make it to our front door, her hands are on me, struggling to get to my skin as quickly as she can.
Fumbling with the lock as I push her roughly against the door, her hands move down my chest. Finally running them underneath the fabric of my shirt to get to my skin, we swallow each other’s greedy moans of pleasure.
As I push the door open, she hooks her arm around my neck and pulls herself up, wrapping her legs around my waist. Once I kick the door shut behind me and lock it, I press my lips to hers and make my way to her room.
Setting her down at the foot of the bed, her eyes hold mine as she kicks her shoes off and I pull my shirt over my head. Her tongue goes to my chest, tasting my skin as she pulls my belt free and turns around, moving her hair out of the way. Once I lower her zipper, her dress falls away revealing sheer black lace.
“Jesus Callie,” I manage, my eyes roaming over her as I push my pants down and toss them to the side. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Backing up onto the bed, she strips down to just her thong and pulls me to her, covering my mouth with hers as we fall against the mattress. My lips cover every inch of her body, her hands leave no piece of mine untouched.
Both of us take what we want from each other, the only sounds my heavy breathing and her soft moans.
As I finally slide into her, she lets out a low whimper of pleasure and grips my hair. I begin to rock into her, running my lips down her neck as she hooks her leg around my waist, both of us slowly climbing.
Reaching above her, I grip onto the edge of the mattress and push into her deep. Her hands roam over my shoulders, squeezing tighter as she grows wetter around me.
When she begins to clench around me, I find her eyes, hovering so close her lips brush against mine as she breaks the silence.
“I love you, Tommy,” she breathes into me.
“I love you, too, baby,” I whisper as I lean in and take her mouth, swallowing the sounds of her orgasm as I reach mine seconds later.
As we come down, I run my lips over her jaw and neck before I raise my eyes to hers. I’ve looked at these eyes thousands of times, but tonight, right now, there’s something different about them.
These eyes aren’t the same eyes that have had to shoulder the harsh reality they’ve been dealt.
They aren’t the hardened eyes that I’ve watched endure night after night of clients to feed the addiction she still refuses to acknowledge.
These aren’t even the same eyes I saw in that shitty basement when we were fifteen and less corrupted, less broken.
The eyes in front of me now are soft, vulnerable. The eyes staring up at me are seeing for the first time and right now they’re filling with tears.
These are the eyes I’ve been waiting for because these eyes are the eyes that tell me what I’ve already known for years.
Callie Leveaux is in love
There are people screaming, going absolutely insane all around us, but I don’t hear a fucking thing except for the low hum coming from her chest.
Smoke and sweat is heavy in the air, but all I smell is the Versace perfume I got her for her birthday. It’s mixed with the sweet smell of sake on her breath as she hovers against my lips.
The bass from the speakers is enough to bust every bottle in the bar, but all I feel is her biting gently on my lip. Her fingernails are grazing over the skin on my neck and driving me fucking crazy. Her chest is heaving so closely against mine I can feel her hard nipples through the tight fabric. As I brush my thumb over them, she trembles in my arms and her hot breath hits my skin as I run my lips over her neck.
“You ready to get out of here?” I ask as I softly run the pad of my thumb over her collarbone.
“Yeah,” she says, nodding immediately.
Leaning in to give her another quick kiss, I take her hand and lead her through the crowd making a beeline for the car.
The second we make it to our front door, her hands are on me, struggling to get to my skin as quickly as she can.
Fumbling with the lock as I push her roughly against the door, her hands move down my chest. Finally running them underneath the fabric of my shirt to get to my skin, we swallow each other’s greedy moans of pleasure.
As I push the door open, she hooks her arm around my neck and pulls herself up, wrapping her legs around my waist. Once I kick the door shut behind me and lock it, I press my lips to hers and make my way to her room.
Setting her down at the foot of the bed, her eyes hold mine as she kicks her shoes off and I pull my shirt over my head. Her tongue goes to my chest, tasting my skin as she pulls my belt free and turns around, moving her hair out of the way. Once I lower her zipper, her dress falls away revealing sheer black lace.
“Jesus Callie,” I manage, my eyes roaming over her as I push my pants down and toss them to the side. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Backing up onto the bed, she strips down to just her thong and pulls me to her, covering my mouth with hers as we fall against the mattress. My lips cover every inch of her body, her hands leave no piece of mine untouched.
Both of us take what we want from each other, the only sounds my heavy breathing and her soft moans.
As I finally slide into her, she lets out a low whimper of pleasure and grips my hair. I begin to rock into her, running my lips down her neck as she hooks her leg around my waist, both of us slowly climbing.
Reaching above her, I grip onto the edge of the mattress and push into her deep. Her hands roam over my shoulders, squeezing tighter as she grows wetter around me.
When she begins to clench around me, I find her eyes, hovering so close her lips brush against mine as she breaks the silence.
“I love you, Tommy,” she breathes into me.
“I love you, too, baby,” I whisper as I lean in and take her mouth, swallowing the sounds of her orgasm as I reach mine seconds later.
As we come down, I run my lips over her jaw and neck before I raise my eyes to hers. I’ve looked at these eyes thousands of times, but tonight, right now, there’s something different about them.
These eyes aren’t the same eyes that have had to shoulder the harsh reality they’ve been dealt.
They aren’t the hardened eyes that I’ve watched endure night after night of clients to feed the addiction she still refuses to acknowledge.
These aren’t even the same eyes I saw in that shitty basement when we were fifteen and less corrupted, less broken.
The eyes in front of me now are soft, vulnerable. The eyes staring up at me are seeing for the first time and right now they’re filling with tears.
These are the eyes I’ve been waiting for because these eyes are the eyes that tell me what I’ve already known for years.
Callie Leveaux is in love