Savage (6 page)

E
verything I’d been looking
for was right here, in my arms. That was the thought I awoke to, finding the sun almost directly overhead. It was a good thing I’d moved us beneath the palm tree’s shade before we’d drifted asleep early this morning. We’d both been too exhausted to talk another word or exchange another touch.

Jane was still resting peacefully, her head settled on my chest with her arm and leg draped over my body, clinging to me in her sleep as I clung to her. Feeling her naked and pressed against me, my arousal stirred instantly, but I wouldn’t wake her—I’d let her wake on her own, once she was good and rested. If it was up to me, we’d spend most of the rest of our lives with our bodies joined the way they’d been last night, taking a few minutes in between to sleep.

But this wasn’t about what I wanted—this was about what she needed. What she wanted. That was my life’s new mission. Mere survival took a backseat to making sure her every need and whim was met.

We’d talked about so much earlier. She knew my story—my life before this island and my life since—she knew
me,
and here she was, still tucked against me, breathing soundly and her expression peaceful.

My whole life, I’d searched for the kind of connection I’d found with this woman the moment my arms had wound around her to pull her from the ocean’s clutches. Everything I’d been searching for out there had been waiting for me here. This island wasn’t the hell I’d been banished to, as I’d originally thought when my small seaplane went down and I’d somehow survived to swim my way here. This wasn’t hell on Earth—no, it was heaven. I’d found it. My own personal heaven on Earth, and I knew it was Jane who made it so. I knew she would make that true no matter where we wound up on this planet.

She was my heaven, my saving grace. I’d give anything to make her happy. I’d sacrifice everything to keep her safe. Fuck, I’d give my life just to save her the discomfort of a scratch. She was precious to me in a way that made everything else pale in comparison—including my own life.

Ever since she’d arrived on the island, my life had changed for the better. Each morning was better than the one before because it was another one I got to share with her. God, and then last night. There’d been times I felt close to passing out from the sheer pleasure her body provided that my vision had started to blur. Jane was my heaven, but her body was my playland—my every fantasy fulfilled.

I’d been attracted to Jane from the moment I saw her, attracted in a way that turned my stomach and made it hard to breathe. Not just because she was the first woman I’d seen in years, but because she was the first woman I’d come across who made me feel like my search was over. The first woman who’d given me a glimpse at forever.

I didn’t want to come on strong, because she had enough to cope with after getting marooned on a deserted island without having to fend off the advances of some mute Neanderthal. I didn’t want her to fear me or worry that I was just waiting for my opportunity to take advantage of her. I’d rather chew off my own arm than make her feel that I’d ever hurt her in that way, but then that morning I woke up to find her coming undone in my arms as she stroked her pussy against my leg.

Fuck. Thinking about the way I’d felt waking up to that made my dick ache so deep, I felt like it was going to split in half. It had taken every ounce of willpower in this life and my next hundred to keep from pinning her below me and letting my cock feel that perfect pussy coming undone. Instead I’d lain there, pumping my leg as she fell apart in my arms, and feeling like I was about to give myself an aneurism.

I looked forward to every morning, sometimes waking her up before she woke me, never growing tired of giving her the pleasure she both seemed to desire and require. Though she tried every morning, I never let her return the favor, no matter how fucking much I wanted to feel her body bring me to my own release.

I always declined because I didn’t want her to think I expected anything in return. I didn’t want her to think that because I’d given her something, she had to give me something. It wasn’t a favor I gave her each morning with the expectation of having it paid back—it was a damn honor to give her what she needed. A privilege for her to share that private part of herself for me.

But last night . . . fuck . . . last night.

My restraint must have drifted off into the night air when she exposed her naked body to me, asking me to share my body with hers. Practically begging me to unleash the animal I’d tried to keep under control inside me. Controlling him any longer became impossible when she lowered onto her hands and knees in front of me and I saw the wet welcome shining on her pussy.

It became impossible to say no to her because it was a concept I was unfamiliar with where it concerned Jane. No wasn’t in my vocabulary where she was involved. It never would be either.

When Jane’s leg fitted around my hips a little snugger, I could feel her pussy pressing into my side. I had to grit my jaw to keep from taking her right this second, especially when I felt how ready she was to welcome my cock into her body. Dripping wet even in her dreams—they must have been sweet ones.

Scrubbing my face to keep from shoving myself between her legs and making them that much sweeter, I slowly unwound from her embrace to go get some water. After the “exertion” of last night, she needed to get plenty of water today. Thankfully we’d brought enough back yesterday to get us through most of the day.

I had to stretch for a minute to get the blood pumping to other extremities than my dick, then I dropped a few more pieces of wood on the fire to keep the flame going just enough to keep the pests away from the shark I’d dragged out of the ocean. Later, I’d cut it into smaller pieces and dry it out to preserve it, but right now, I had other things to take care of.

My loincloth was still resting where Jane had taken it off, which made me smile. No sense in wearing that anymore. Nothing to hide, and this way, whenever she needed me, I’d be able to give it to her without wasting a second to strip.

Deserted island life had its perks.

Dropping a coconut bowl into the bucket I’d managed to fashion out of leaves and bark, I froze when my eyes landed on my still-hard cock. My heart lodged in my throat right before a unique mix of emotions settled into the pit of my stomach. Pride tangled with guilt. Thrill mixed with worry. Hell, even a degree of male smugness worked into the mix.

There was dried blood coating my cock. Which meant . . .

Fuck.

Was Jane a virgin? Or had she been until last night?

Fuck again.

I hadn’t exactly been gentle entering her. I hadn’t exactly been slow and gentle in any of the times I’d entered her. Had I known, I never would taken her the way I had, riding her so hard it felt like the head of my cock was stabbing into her throat each time I sheathed myself into her tight channel.

Oh, god. She had been so perfectly tight. So goddamn, mind-blowingly tight that all it had taken was a few strokes before my balls drew up, my orgasm shooting through me a moment later.

She’d never given any indication she was in pain. I’d been watching too. Despite my mind seeming to be focused on one thing only, I’d reserved enough mind space to ensure I was making it good for her too.

Had my precious Jane saved herself? For last night? For me?

The thought of it made my throat tighten and my inner animal roar. I’d been her first. The first man to know her body. The first man to fill her with his seed. The first man to feel her sweet pussy milk his cock while he was buried twelve inches inside.

Fuck times infinity.

I had to give my nuts a hard squeeze to keep from coming right there—that’s how turned on I was by the knowledge I’d been the one to take this beautiful woman’s virginity.

Staring at the blood dried along the expanse of my cock, I made sure to commit the image to memory. If I’d had a camera, I would have snapped a damn picture and hung it above the headboard of my bed so I got to fall asleep and wake up to the sight every day of my life.

Behind me, I heard Jane stir with a sleepy sounding yawn. “I was having the best dream.” Her voice was sleepy too. “But I’m afraid you’re going to have to come over here and finish it for me. I woke up before we got to the best part.”

As I turned, I felt my brows come together. The sight of her like that—naked and stretched out, fragments of light cutting through the shade—made me weak. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I got to look at her whenever I wanted.

I was the luckiest damn bastard who had ever and would ever live.

“Was last night your first time?” I rasped, still feeling like it was too good to be true.

Her throat bobbed as she lowered her eyes. Then she nodded. “Yes. It was my first time.” Her eyes met mine for a beat before shifting away again. “You were my first.”

Hearing her admit it made me want to beat my chest and roar. But I didn’t want to terrify her, so I saved the chest pounding for a time when I was alone.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, moving toward her. “If I’d known, I would have been gentle—I would have taken my time and let you set the pace.”

Jane bit her lip. “There was nothing about last night I would have done differently, no matter how experienced or inexperienced I was. Nothing.” Her eyes flashed when they met mine.

“But why didn’t you say anything?” I lowered beside her and held out the bowl of water.

Her eyes didn’t land on the water bowl though—they landed on the straining piece of anatomy between my legs. When she wet her lips, I felt my balls draw up. Not yet, I told myself. Now that I knew I’d been Jane’s first last night, I wanted to show her how much that meant to me. How thankful I was for that priceless gift.

“I guess I thought you’d know . . .” She finally took the bowl from me when she realized I wasn’t going to do anything until she drank. “I thought you’d figure it out when, you know . . .”

Ah, I got it now. She figured my experience would lead me to the conclusion that she was a virgin. That I’d been with my fair share of women—before all of this—and would know when I was fucking a virgin pussy.

Another chunk of my soul gave itself to her right then. And now, she had it all. She always would too.

“Jane,” I breathed, grabbing her hand. “I didn’t know. I didn’t have a clue. All I knew was that you were the most perfect thing I’d ever felt.”

She finished what was left in the bowl and set it down. She looked up at me, almost appearing shy. “So I was the first virgin you’ve been with?”

My fingers laced tighter around hers as I lowered my head so my eyes were only inches above hers. I didn’t tame my stare. “Baby, you are the
only
one I’ve ever been with.”

At first, her face creased like she was confused. That only lasted a moment before it ironed out into happiness. “I was your first?” she said, almost like it was to herself.

But I answered her. “My first. My only. My last. My forever.” I pressed my lips into her forehead. “My everything.”

Her fingers curled into mine. “Really?”

“Really,” I said with a nod. “But I wish you would have told me last night that I was your first. I would have gone slower. Gentler.” My brows drew together when I replayed some of last night in my head. “If I’d known, I never would have—”

“Given me the best night of my whole entire life?” Jane interrupted, lifting a brow at me. “I wouldn’t have changed anything about last night. Absolutely nothing.”

My eyes ran down Jane’s beautiful body. Her body that no other man would know. The sense of pride and possession that overtook me almost knocked me over.

“Did I hurt you though?” The thought of it made my stomach twist and my chest seize.

“Grant, no. You didn’t hurt me—you helped me.” She sat up just enough to press her palm into the side of my face. “You
saved
me.”

Before I knew I was moving over her, I felt her legs curl around me. When I kissed her neck, catching her head in the net of my hands when it fell back, she sighed.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

I positioned myself outside of her, my chest rumbling when I felt her wet warmth welcoming me closer. Slowly, I started to move inside her. Then I moved even slower, to the point I could feel my jaw about to break from holding back.

My mouth dropped outside of her ear as my journey continued. “Making love to you the way I should have our first time.”

When I could go no further, both of our bodies curled around each other until I could feel every part of Jane connecting with every part of me. From her mouth to her toes, her nipples to her pussy, every piece of her was touching me. The skim of her pinkie alone was enough to undo me, so when we were like this, I felt like I was about to combust.

“The way you made love to me the first time was exactly the way you should have,” she said, rocking her hips into mine, trying to take every last millimeter of my cock inside her.

My eyes clamped closed when she swirled her hips. “Then I’m making love to you the way I should on our eighth or ninth . . . or whatever time.”

When I moved my face so it was directly above hers, I found her smiling. I had to smile back. It was impossible not to smile with the way she was looking up at me. It was impossible to be anything but fucking over-the-moon that this woman was laying below me, sharing her body with mine, and looking at me like I was a beginning and an end.

It was impossible not to fall in love with her.

“I love you,” I said, staring into her eyes as I continued to make love to her, slow and steady, knowing my life would be forever changed.

The moment the words slipped out of my mouth, I felt her orgasm starting to surge through her body, spurring my own.

We came together, calling each other’s names into the new morning. It the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, and as my body collapsed over hers in a spent heap, her arms folded around me.

“I love you too.”