Page 19 of Savage Possession
“The Savage compound. It’s not as scary as it sounds. Promise.”
I squeeze my arms around him and place a kiss to the side of his neck.
The road is narrow, lined with willow trees that bend low, their long fingers of moss swaying in the night air. Moonlight filters through in soft patches, catching in the strands. White light from the headlights carve out a clear path ahead of us. I listen to the crunch of gravel under the tires and the steady hum of his truck.
We roll past the main compound, its dark outline rising like a shadow in the distance before Ash veers off the gravel road. The mansion looms for a breath, pale and cold in the moonlight, then disappears behind us as he takes us down a side path.
The air feels different here. It’s odd to think of it like this, but I swear the deeper we go amongst the trees the softer and calmer it feels. Like the world is letting us slip past unnoticed and now it’s just me and him once again.
Ahead, a small cabin comes into view, waiting with its porch gleaming faintly in silver light. When he pulls up to a stop, I let myself breathe deeply, the hush of the night settling around us. There’s comfort in this place, in the steady way he drives us here without a word, and for now, I don’t need more than that.
He kills the engine and keeps me in his arms when he slides from the cab.
I tuck my legs around him as he pushes through the front door, and heads toward the back of the cabin. It’s massive, with a wide open space for a large living room, dining room and kitchen combo. Fifty people could fit in here easily, but that is all I can take in before he walks us down a dark hallway.
He opens a door that leads into another massive room. Soft light throws the entire room into muted shadows giving it a cozyvibe. He heads to the right and throws on a switch to show a bathroom designed for relaxing. Its black walls, gold ornamental light fixtures and hanging plants makes me think a woman tends to this place.
I stiffen in his arms and try to get down but the strong grip of his arms around me keeps me in place.
“Ash, let me down.” How stupid can I be? Apparently pretty fucking thick headed. I didn’t see a wedding ring, so I automatically assumed he was single.
“ASH!”
He places me in the middle of the bathroom and tilts my chin up to where our gazes connect. There’s a bit of confusion in his eyes and well, join the club buddy.
“Is there another woman in the picture?” I look around and my eyes land on the very obvious feminine touches.
His smile is infuriating.
“Because how could a man love to tend to plants? Is that what you are thinking?” He taps the underside of my chin in a sign of understanding. Or at least I read it as such.
“I mean, I have never… but then again, that doesn’t mean… shit. I think I really stepped in it now.” I look everywhere but at him as I fumble through explaining my knee jerk reaction.
Left with nothing else to say, all I can do is sigh. “What I meant to say is, before we take this to where I know we want to take this evening, I need to ask a very obvious question.”
His expression softens, and that perpetual scruff along his jawline makes him look devilish handsome. I’d say fuckable, but that feels like stating the obvious to myself.
That chiseled jaw of his clenches a couple of times like he wants to drag out the moment and play with my misstep, but thankfully he’s not feeling torturous this evening.
“Am I single? Yes. One hundred percent. I would never double-tap ass. It’s not my style. I leave that to the men who have massive egos to cover for their tiny dicks. I suffer from neither of those problems.”
Of at least one of the two I can agree.
I keep my brain focused on the way his perfectly kissable lips move rather than the way Ash is standing over me with a look of love in his eyes. Like I am the be all and end all for him.
He brushes my hair off my shoulder and wipes at something on my cheek. “I don’t know how I am so lucky to have landed an angel at my side.” He leans in and when our lips connect I feel a deep longing inside me finally find relief.
I dig my hands and take fistfuls of his shirt to keep him from stepping back when he breaks the kiss.
His smile sends shudders through my body.
“I’ll never get enough of your lips on mine,” he whispers like a secret just between us.
“Me either,” I confess. My attention drifts down his body and then back to his eyes. He’s gorgeous in an untamed, wild way with undertones of masculine beauty. I’ve felt the ripped muscle under the cotton and jeans. And I secretly can’t wait to see if those tattoos swirl as far down his chest as I think they do. If so, Iwant to lick every single one of them. And then kiss my way back up as I can climb on top of him.
I clear my throat, surprised by my own dirty thoughts.
I wet my lips, torn between telling him I feel more than just lust right now, too. There’s something deeper between us happening. But I don’t understand it, so I don’t know how to put it into words.
