She blinked at him, her long lashes sweeping down and then back up. “I never thought of it that way.”
“You should. You’re the one giving me the gift. I’m the one taking. It’s our relationship; nobody else has the right to stick their nose in and judge us. Or at least judge you.” He was adamant about that. He didn’t want a single person passing judgment on her. She was a miracle, a woman of such courage that she chose to stay with him when he’d told her point-blank what he had to have in his life.
She smiled up at the ceiling, shaking her head. “You’re so strange, Savage. One minute you’re spanking me, the next you’re giving me an orgasm that rocks my world and then you’re kissing me senseless. Now you’re saying the nicest things possible. I’m not certain what to think.”
He stroked the razor very carefully over those beautiful little curls he hated to see go. His fingertips slipped inside her thigh, fondling that soft skin there. It was such an intimate thing to do—shave his woman’s cute little pussy.
“I’m still confused that I could feel so afraid, pained and have such an amazing, shocking and fantastic orgasm all at the same time.”
He straightened and waited until her eyes met his. He grinned at her, gesturing with the razor. “You’re going to have a lot of those, babe, so be prepared.” He loved that she was so honest with him. She’d need to be.
Her eyes searched his. “That was all you.”
“You’re not going to suffer for me and then not get anything back,” he said. “I told you that. I’m a bastard, and I can be a monster, but I will always, always take care of you. You’re the most important person in my life, and I’m going to make certain you never regret your decision to stick with me.”
“Savage, really? When I was hanging upside down over your lap, scared and feeling humiliated, I was totally regretting that decision.”
Again, she spoke the truth, and he could have kissed her all over again for it. She made him happy. He knew she would. Those moments might be brief and fleeting, but he experienced them. And the longer they were together, the more he believed she would stay, the more those moments would last.
“But you didn’t tell me to get out,” Savage said. “You didn’t go back on your word. You let me do what I needed to do.”
“I’m not going to get drunk again or go off with some strange man.” Her voice rang with humor, and those little golden musical notes slipped into the room and danced toward the ceiling.
“Good plan. Tell me five things you love doing.” He lovingly ran the razor over her bare skin, making certain to get every last hair before once again wiping away the cream. Her skin was so pale it would show his every mark. Just looking at her bare lips and pretty sloping mound where his stripes would lay so perfectly had his cock back to a steel spike. It amazed him that she could do that. His reaction to her was astonishing.
“I’ll tell you five things I love doing if you match me every time.”
“That’s fair,” he agreed, rinsing the razor and drying her off.
“Singing. I have to sing. Sometimes there’s a buildup inside of me that won’t let up, and I know if I don’t go somewhere and sing, I’m going to explode. It sounds crazy, but if anyone can understand, it’s you.”
Savage liked that. He liked that they shared a bond, even if her needs were far healthier than his. He needed to see his marks all over his woman to get aroused, or the images in his mind, at least with this woman. He wasn’t certain that counted.
“Riding my motorcycle, especially with the brothers, fast down a highway like Highway 1. The wind in my face, blowing me clean. Your turn.” He carried the supplies back into the bathroom, leaving the door open as he washed his hands.
“I totally love gardening. I have a thing about plants. I like all flowers and potted plants, and the ones I can put in the ground to grow, I love. Someday I’m going to have the most wonderful gardens, and I’m going to design them myself. I’ve got so many ideas.”
She turned onto her side, propping up her head on her hand. “Your turn.”
“Old movies. B movies, or classics like Creature from the Black Lagoon. I like the modern-day B movies as well, although I’m pickier. You go.” He leaned his hip against the doorjamb, enjoying their silly game because she was. He could see it on her face. She liked the exchange between them.
“Baths. Deep tubs and bath oils. Really long, luxurious baths. I like them better than a hot tub. I can read in the bathtub or listen to music. Sometimes I just fall asleep. Baths are the best. All you now.”