Savaged Dreams: Savaged Illusions Trilogy Book 1

by Jennifer Lyon

  “I’d better go find my guys. See you later.” Nikki waved and left.

  “What were you two talking about?”

  The cold voice prickled. Swinging around, she faced Simon. “Nikki? I was telling her about being thrown in the brig.”

  “Just be careful. Anything you say can get back to Ace and his band of assholes.” He walked away.

  “Sheesh, someone’s having mood swings,” she muttered. Fifteen minutes ago, he was teasing and laughing.

  “It’s not you,” Justice said, obviously finished with the fans. Taking her hand, he led her toward another set of stairs. “He’s edgy from being on the same ship as Ace. Ever since that showdown the other day, Simon’s developed a hair-trigger around the guy. He’ll be better after the show on Monday.”

  “Whatever. Not letting Simon get to me tonight.” She’d been having too much fun. All the bands had performed a song, they’d had a decent dinner, and she’d mingled with lots of people. No one knew who she was. To them, she was just Liza, and she loved the freedom. But best of all was the feel of Justice’s hand holding hers.

  Up on the flight deck, they strolled around the planes and nodded to the security guards keeping any partiers away from the aircraft. They headed to the railing, looking out at the slices of moonlight on the dark water.

  For a few seconds they stood there watching before she became aware of Justice’s gaze on her. “What?”

  “You look beautiful tonight. All damned night, I’ve watched you. Every time you laughed, it jolted straight to my cock. I wanted to yank you against me and kiss the hell out of you, show the entire ship that you’re mine.” He clenched his jaw, his eyes glinting. “I’ve never had this possessiveness over a woman.”

  Energy crackled between them, a connection so magnetic she leaned into him. For years, Liza had felt like a burden forced on her aunt and uncle. The outside world judged her without even knowing her. But Justice did know her, and he wanted her. That sensation poured into the loneliest part of Liza, making her feel sexy, worthy and a little bit wary. She wanted to feel this, but not lose her head.

  “Lust. This is just lust, right?” She needed something to tell herself, to hold on to. She wasn’t going to throw her life away or become her mom. “It’ll burn itself out.” Not destroy her.

  His gaze scorched into hers. “That what it feels like to you? Like a couple orgasms will cure this attraction?” He fingered a lock of her hair. “Or will it whet your appetite for more?”

  The way he stroked her hair caused sparks to skim her arms. “I don’t know.” She closed her eyes. “I shouldn’t trust this.”

  “You were comfortable enough with me to shower and dress at my house before the event. We both know you wouldn’t do that if you had doubts that you can trust me. That’s the key here, Beth. You trust me.”

  She snapped her eyes open, and Justice filled her vision. He was so solid and sexy, like one of the heroes she wrote about late at night when she couldn’t sleep. A fantasy, and yet Justice was real and he was right that she felt safe with him. But it was all moving so fast, she lightened the moment with teasing. “My power was out. Do you know what this hair looks like if I don’t tame it?” She gestured to her smooth locks. “I needed electricity. Plus I didn’t want to take a cold shower.” Her power had gone out earlier this afternoon. When she’d called Justice to tell him she’d have to get ready at her roommate’s boyfriend’s house, he’d suggested she make it easier and use his house.

  “If your power is still out, you can stay at my place.” He held up a hand. “In the guestroom. Which has to be better than your roommate’s boyfriend’s couch.”

  Her mouth dried. Could she do that? “I don’t know.”

  “Up to you if you want to stay or leave. But if it makes it easier for you, let’s take sex off the table tonight. No expectations. But I will kiss you.” He leaned down, sealing his mouth over hers.

  The fire that had simmered since his kiss yesterday erupted into a blaze. She rose on her toes and kissed him back. Time slid away as heat ramped up between them. Unable to resist, she tunneled her fingers in his hair and sank her tongue into his mouth. She tasted the tang of Justice, and it made her hungrier. Needier.

  Lifting his head, he brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “Maybe we should nix kissing too. I want you too damned much to exert control. And you’re wearing this dress with the skirt sliding around your legs all night in a wicked temptation.” He took a breath. “No kissing once we’re home.”

  He made her feel sexy. Adventurous. Everything in her craved more. “What if I want it on the table?”

  “Kissing?”

  Nerves shimmered, heightening the anticipation. “And sex. With you.” She didn’t want to be careful anymore.

  Heat flared in his eyes, and he skimmed his knuckles along her cheek. “Depends.”

  “On what?”

  “Whether you still feel this way when we get back to my house.”

  She sucked in a breath. There it was again, his reassurance that she could say no. Be safe. “Do you have condoms at your house? I’m not on birth control, and I don’t want to take chances.”

  A tremor ran through his body. “A whole goddamned box.”

  He made her feel brave enough to say, “Show me.”

  Chapter 7

  Forty-five minutes later, Justice ushered her into his house and tossed his coat on the couch. “Before you say anything, I want to show you something.”

  Following him around the couch to the hallway, she swallowed her nerves and tried for a little humor. “Is this condom show-and-tell time?”

  “No.” He stopped inside the first room on the right, across from the hallway bathroom. Flipping on a light, he said, “Extra bedroom. You can stay in here if you want to with zero expectations. If you close the door, I won’t come in.”

  Liza took in the average-sized bedroom. Carpeted floors, a double bed covered in a dark green comforter and stacked high with pillows. A dresser, nightstand and small bookshelf filled out the room.

  Justice crossed to the bathroom, then returned and set her overnight bag on the bed. “Just wanted you to know it’s here. Your choice.” He walked out, leaving her standing there.

  Alone in the room, she surveyed it. The bed would be more comfortable than Ben’s couch in his one-bedroom condo, but the implications… She’d known this man less than a week. Yet it felt like more. So much more. She couldn’t believe how hard he worked to make her feel safe. In control. He’d given her a safe zone.

  No one had ever done that.

  She returned to the front of the house and found him leaning against the rear of the couch, waiting for her. It was late, after midnight, yet he looked relaxed and sexy. She went to him. “You know what I want?”

  “Chocolate?”

  He did know her. “More than that.”

  “What?”

  Liza closed the last few steps. “You. Us.” Pausing, she added, “When you kiss me, I stop thinking. That’s what I want.” He quieted the constant anxiety riding her that sometimes built to unbearable levels.

  Heat leapt into his gaze. Slipping a hand beneath her hair, he tugged her between his thighs and glided his thumb over the fluttering pulse at her throat. “You do the same to me. Every time I touch you and you respond—” his fingers on her nape pulled her closer, “—my control slips, and something primal takes over. The need to possess you. Not just fuck you, but possess a part of you no one else has, the part you’ll only give me.”

  Tremors of desire made her ache. She wanted to be the woman who drove him to that. “Don’t stop this time.”

  A ripple went through him. He surged up, swinging her around and perching her butt on the back of the couch. Keeping an arm around her waist, he settled his other hand on her knee. “Beth.” He brushed his mouth over hers.

  She parted her lips on the sweetly fervent way he said her name.

  Diving in, he deepened the kiss, his tongue gliding against hers. Hot t
hrills charged over her skin, her nipples tightening until she moaned. This man unleashed a side of her that she’d never experienced.

  Justice shifted, sliding his hand up and down her thigh, all the while kissing her, his mouth growing more demanding. She clung to him, never wanting it to end.

  Discovering this untamed sexiness in her own body inflamed her desire. And she didn’t want to lose it now. Sinking further into the kiss, she explored him. His taste was wild and edgy. She licked and sucked, desperate for more.

  Justice groaned. “This dress drove me out of my mind tonight. It swished around your legs, never quite letting me see.” Gripping the material, he eased it up her thighs.

  “See what?”

  His gaze burned into hers. “Your panties covering your hot little pussy.”

  Liza hissed, shock and heat colliding. No one said those things to her, not like this.

  A wolfishly smug grin pulled at his lips. “Told you, baby. I’m not holding back, and neither are you.” The dress slid higher. “Until you ask me to stop.”

  An ache ignited between her legs, centering on her clit. “No stopping. Not now.”

  She barely got the words out before he covered her mouth with his in a possessive, fierce kiss. He grazed his fingers along her inner thigh and over her panties.

  He brushed against her aching clit.

  Liza jerked her head back as fiery pleasure shot from that sensitive bud and coiled into a knot of vital need in her belly. The urge to chase the sensation, to experience it over and over, dragged a moan from her. “It’s been too long.” She didn’t think, the words just tumbling out.

  He kissed her ear. “Jesus, I can feel how hot and wet you are through your panties. So perfect.”

  He didn’t judge, and that propelled her excitement. Ready to make him feel as fevered as she did, she cupped him through his pants. “I feel you too. Hard and thick.” She rubbed along his length, and when he jolted in response, she loved it.

  She writhed, trying to get closer to him, half embarrassed, half desperate for Justice to touch her and ease the throbbing ache in her clit. Some tiny voice in her head whispered, This isn’t you. You don’t do this.

  But she was doing this, wanted it, could feel her orgasm gathering. “Justice, I’m…”

  “Don’t think, Beth. Just feel.” Reclaiming her mouth, he shoved her panties aside and circled her clit with glorious friction. Helpless beneath the passion roiling in her, she rocked against him. While his tongue mated with hers, the savage demand of his fingers stroked her bud, rocketing her higher, making her frantic for release. She stiffened, so close to climaxing but unable to quite let go…

  He broke the kiss. “Do you know how hot you are? Sexy? Your eyes are burning with green fire.” He slid one finger inside her, invading her with more sensations, and rubbed his palm against her clit. “It’s yours, Beth. Your orgasm. Take it. Own it.”

  His command broke through any barriers she had left, and Liza lost control. Holding on to his shoulders, she ground on his hand, beautiful tension ratcheting up and up, stealing her ability to think or breathe, only to feel. Just as her arousal climbed to unbearable, pleasure exploded in a wild climax.

  Strong arms wrapped around her. “I’ve got you.” He crooned soft words in her ear as he carried her…somewhere.

  * * *

  Justice set her on her feet by his bed. His body was so tight, he damn near shook like a teenager about to get laid for the first time. He’d never seen anything like her going after her own orgasm. He’d been tempted to shove his jeans down, rip her panties aside and bury his cock deep inside her. Ride that sweet wave with her.

  Feel her owning it.

  Christ, she undid him.

  Quickly he grabbed a couple condoms out of the nightstand then returned to Beth.

  She shivered, growing cold. Unsure? He reached for her, pulling her against him. Wrapping all that hair around his hand, he eased her head back to see her eyes. “What do you need?” Please don’t let it be to stop.

  But he would if she wasn’t ready.

  “I just…maybe leave the light on?”

  Ah. The dark made her uneasy. He snapped on the light to flood the room, chasing out shadows, and returned to her. “Done. I want to see you. But if you’re not ready…” It fucking killed him to say it, but Beth was worth waiting for. She’d been in a situation she couldn’t control before and rendered helpless. He wouldn’t push her for more than she could handle. “We’ll stop.”

  One second of hesitation lurked in her eyes behind her glasses. Then she stepped back.

  Regret clawed at him. Fisting his hands, he clamped his jaw to keep from begging. This was her choice.

  When she unzipped her dress and let it drift down her body, his heart kicked. Bare shoulders, black bra cupping her luscious breasts. He hissed in a breath, his cock engorging.

  The dress inched farther, revealing her belly. No six-pack, just a creamy, soft stomach. Black panties. She kicked the dress away and released her bra.

  Her breasts bounced free, and holy fuck. She was stacked, high and big enough to overflow his hands, with dark, stiff nipples. His heart rate shot up, and his cock throbbed. He leaned down, taking one peak into his mouth.

  Beth moaned, her hands sliding into his hair. Hell yeah. She was with him now, not worrying about anything but the pleasure he gave her. He switched sides, taking the other nipple in his mouth, sucking her, gliding his hands over the swells of her hips.

  Catching her panties, he crouched and eased them down.

  His heart pounded at her warm, musky scent. The sight of her glistening pussy and swollen clit peeking out from damp curls fueled his pride. He’d done that to her, pushed her fast and hard to drive out any thoughts, leaving only pleasure.

  Now she had him on his knees, and he couldn’t resist. He buried his face in her folds. Her taste surrounded him, igniting his hunger. His control cracked, and he gripped her hips, anchoring her to his face as he licked and sucked, pushed by a primal urge to make her come again. Hard. Right there, where he could taste her release.

  She hissed, her fingers tangling in his hair as he licked her. So fucking good. His cock surged against his pants, balls tight and hungry as he licked and sucked.

  Beth’s fingers dug into his scalp as she writhed. “Justice.”

  Her thick, husky voice cut through the madness pushing him to keep tonguing her. Tugging back, he looked up. She was so stunning his heart swelled. Beth was full in all the best places, rounded hips, tucked-in waist and heavy breasts. But it was the color in her face, the need and slight unease magnified in her eyes, that called to him. Rising, he caught her face between his palms.

  “Right here,” he reassured her. He didn’t think she was panicking, it was more like she needed to touch him. “Just you and me, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”

  “Not to be the only one naked.”

  The vulnerability in that statement slammed him. Letting him strip her last defense away with her panties…she needed more reassurance. “Anything you want.” He yanked off his shirt and tossed it, then shed everything else, his cock thick and hard for her.

  Her gaze drifted over him, color darkening her cheekbones. She touched his chest and skimmed her fingers lightly along his stomach.

  Her touch was so delicate he leaned into her, his nerves leaping and chasing the teasing sensation. Heat chills followed, and Justice gritted his teeth to stand still and let Beth explore. When she circled her fingers around his cock, he growled a fierce note of pleasure. Her thumb brushed the moist tip, dragging him up to his toes as he pumped into her fist.

  “Beth.” He clasped her wrist, tugging her to him. “I need to be inside you.” He swallowed as she wrapped her arms around him, pressing all that softness against his burning skin.

  “The first time will be fast and hard.” He heard the demand in his voice. Couldn’t help it. He eased her down onto the bed, covering her with his body, kissing her and bumping into her gla
sses.

  Liza reached up to remove them.

  Justice caught her hand, kissed her palm, then asked, “Can you see?”

  “Not up close, but I can feel.” She parted her thighs, rubbing her warm, slick cleft along his rigid cock.

  He clamped his jaw to resist the powerful urge to surge up inside her. “Keep them on. I want you to know who you’re with every second.”

  He wanted her to feel safe.

  * * *

  Liza understood what he was doing, making sure she didn’t feel too vulnerable, like not being able to see. A deep warmth spread through her, drawing her into him and the experience. “I don’t need them, not when you’re touching me.” She took them off and set them on the bedside table. Justice’s sharp features fuzzed, but she could tell it was him. “Hurry.”

  “Demanding, aren’t you?” He pushed back on his knees, ripped open a small package and rolled on a condom.

  Her heart pounded. Even without her glasses, he looked like a sex god. His messy hair fell around him, wide shoulders, tatted arms, and his washboard stomach. She lowered her gaze to his latex-covered cock—long, thick and bobbing with excitement.

  For her. This man wanted her—the real her. “Can’t handle the pressure, rock star?”

  He dropped down over her, his hard body surrounding her. “I can’t handle how badly I want you. It’s killing me.” He lined up his cock, pushing in.

  Her breath caught as his shaft penetrated her.

  He squeezed his eyes shut. His jaw bulged as he stopped. “You’re so tight. Don’t want to hurt you.”

  Oh no. Not after he’d made her come right there in his living room, then stripped her and kissed her all the way down between her legs. Now he was holding back? Wrapping her legs around him, she ran her hands along his powerful back to his sculpted ass. Gripping him, she tilted up, trying to get him deeper.

  Justice snapped his eyes open. “Don’t.”

  She squinted to bring his image into full focus. “Or what? I want to feel you buried inside me.”