Though if he ever cheated on me I’d cut off his ginormous cock and feed it to whatever animal I could find to eat the damn thing.
I’m trying not to care as much about his past, his mistakes, and I’m trying to focus on anything but the fact that I want to climb that boy like a tree.
I’m not succeeding. I really do want to climb him. And considering he’s a million feet tall, I probably could, too. Scaling Mt. Ashe. If that’s not the title of an erotic romance novel, I’ll eat my hat.
I’m still standing on the front step like an idiot when the door opens, taking my breath as it swings away from me. Justin is shirtless—which, considering it’s Minnesota in November, is kinda badass—and hot. It’s so very, very hot.Andhe’s barefoot. His blond hair is damp and strands of it hang down his forehead. He smiles at me as he leans his forearm against the edge of the door.
Every drop of blood in my body rushes south, and I remind myself with a little in-my-head chant that I’m standing in the street and can’t just tug down those shorts and lick him like a sucker.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh G-O-D. I looked at his V. He’s got averynice V, and I already know it leads down to averynice cock.
I want to trail my tongue down his very nice V to his very nice cock and do all kinds of things that would make both our moms blush.
“Hey.” He catches my chin and tips my head back so I meet his stare. “My face is up here.”
Who cares where his face is? Okay, another lie. I want his face crammed between my thighs while I ride the shit out of his tongue though I’m not telling him that.
But maybe my face is telling him that without my permission because he’s grinning at me like he’s the big bad wolf and I’m Little Red Riding Hood, and he wants to eat me for supper. I volunteer as tribute.
Why did I come here again?
Words. I need to find and use words. Despite the running commentary in my head, I haven’t said anything out loud to him yet. I think I’m being hypnotized by his nakedness. That’s a thing, right?
“Savannah?” His eyes sweep across my face, and I think it’s his smile bringing me under his spell. Should I cover his mouth with my hand and stop him?
I clear my throat. “Y-yes?” Get it together, girl. It’s like I’ve had all of the most embarrassing moments of my entire existence this week, and he’s been there to witness each and every one.
“You wanna come in?”
I nod and step through the open door. He brushes the side of my arm as he closes it behind me, sending a shiver through my body.
“Mom asked me to return your mom’s dishes.” I turn to face him and he’sright there, like, the tip of his nose is touching mine.
I’m a goner.
He’s right. Fucking. There.
No one can be this close to someone so good-looking and not turn into a puddle of need. Especially when they’re lacking clothing. It’s just not humanly possible.
“She’s not here.” He takes the dishes from my trembling hands and sets them…somewhere. I don’t know where, nor do I care.
“Savannah?”
“Yeah?” My breath is a whisper on the air, fluttering with anticipation.
“Can I kiss you?”
I love that he’s asked for my permission, I do, but my body aches for his hands on me, and if I don’t taste him soon I may die.
Exaggeration? Maybe.
But I don’t want to find out.
I nod, and my tongue snakes out between my lips, dampening them. His hand cups my face, and I tremble—this time not from the chill in the air, but from the skin to skin contact at last. He lowers his lips to mine and plants a kiss so soft I’m not even sure it counts as a kiss.
A voice inside screams that it’s not enough. I lean into it, hungry, desperate for more, but torn, because I want to savor the soft and delicate way he’s touching me.
Pressing my mouth a little harder against his, I sigh in relief as he responds in kind. His tongue moves along the seam of my lips, firm yet tender, and my jaw slackens, granting him access.
