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I warred between continuing with the taunting and teasing and with sucking up and addressing the obstacles laid out ahead of us.
Me
You told me last Sunday night that it was for the best that we got interrupted, so I thought I should work on that whole giving you space thing.
Too bad I couldn’t help going into the café to see her on Tuesday. But at least then there were people around to stop us.
Savannah
It was for the best.
Disappointment kicked. A fucking steel-toed boot to the gut. Air heaved from my lungs when another text popped up behind it.
Savannah
That doesn’t mean I didn’t want it.
That disappointment got smashed by a streak of desire. By this woman who clouded all judgement. Another message came through before I had the chance to respond.
Savannah
Did you want it? Do you want me?
Fuck, she just laid it out. Pulled no punches. And I had too many things going down in my life to be playing games.
Me
It’s not right how fucking bad I want you. Whatever this is? It’s bigger than anything I’ve ever felt.
Savannah
It scares me how bad I want you. But you know I’m not staying here forever.
I bit down on the side of my cheek, unable to fucking swallow her warning, unable to fucking accept that one day she might leave Time River, and I could feel the weight of the vulnerability that hung in both our confessions.
Me
So where does that leave us?
It took her a bit to answer.
Savannah
It leaves me touching myself thinking about you. The way I’ve been doing every night this week.
Fuck me.
Rocking forward, I set my bottle on the porch and raked a palm down my face, wondering if I was making this shit up. If I’d fallen into a delusion. The best fucking kind of fantasy.
But the words were all right there, a bright, shiny beacon.
My fingers never flew so fast.
Me
Can I watch?
I thought I might die in the time it took her to respond.
Savannah
You did say you wanted to keep an eye on me…
I was on my feet the second her text came through, and I crossed the yard in a blink, prepared to pound on her door to let me in, only it gave when I barely touched it, drifting open on its own.
Protectiveness swelled, a tidal wave that battered my chest, words close to a growl when I prowled through the darkness that hung in the living room toward the short hall that led to the bedroom.
“Why the fuck is your door unlocked?”
I couldn’t stop it from slashing off my tongue. Fear sparking in the middle of the mayhem that propelled me forward. Possessiveness rising high.
“Why do you think it was unlocked? Because I saw you out there. Because I wanted you. Because I’ve been waiting for you.”
Her rasping voice floated down the hall, penetrating, luring me forward.
I nudged at the partially closed bedroom door, and it swung open to the dim, muted light of her room.
An arrow of need staked me to the spot, and I was unable to fucking move at the sight in front of me. A growl ripped up my throat. “Oh, Little Trespasser, trying to do me in.”
Savannah was on the rumpled sheets of her bed, propped against a stack of pillows that rested on the headboard.
Face so goddamn gorgeous. Lips parted and panting with need.
But what had stopped my heart was her feet were planted on the mattress.
Her panties had been discarded, and I knew she’d been in the middle of it before I’d come, but now her knees were pressed together in an attempt to conceal, like she wasn’t quite sure she could expose herself fully.
That didn’t mean her hips weren’t still moving, the woman writhing in need, and she was clutching a purple vibrator in her hand, those eyes wide and unsure and burning with desire as she stared over at me.
“I think it’s you who’s done me in, Ezra. I don’t…” She trailed off, and my tongue stroked over my parched lips as I forced myself to remain rooted at the doorway.
“Think we’re suffering the same, aren’t we?”
“Yes,” she moaned, full of restraint.
“Let me see what I’ve been doing to you, Savannah. Let me see the way you’ve been touching yourself while you thought of me.”
She hesitated for only a beat before she spread her knees. I nearly blacked out at the sight of her drenched pussy, and slowly, she pushed in the vibrator.
Her hips rocked from the bed.
“Fuck me, Little Trespasser.” I could barely breathe.
She began to drive the vibrator in and out, the little nub hitting her clit every time she thrust it deep.
She was still wearing a white camisole, though one of the straps hung down over one shoulder like she’d been tugging at it, and her tiny tits were pebbled and pressing against the thin fabric.
