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With a throaty voice conveying her desire and an innocence I don’t quite believe, she replies, “Yes, Noah?”
“Run.”
Her head tilts to the side, and she takes a step back. I’m not sure she even realizes she’s done it but I can see a sudden uncertainty flit through her eyes at my demand.
“Run. Because if I catch you, I’ll bend you over the first thing I can find and fuck you until you scream my name. If you get away, I’ll take it nice and slow. Maybe.”
I really hope I catch her.
When I take a step forward, she takes two back. Her hips sway in a hypnotic rhythm as she walks backward toward the door. With her gaze half on me, she rummages through her bag looking for the keys.
I can’t be certain I even locked up. I was too desperate to get out, making sure nobody touched what’s mine.
My mind reels at the thought.
She is mine.
Savannah always has been, even if I can only have this one night.
I watch as she pulls the keys from her bag, trying to find the lock, but they fall to the floor with a clatter. Still standing by the elevator doors, I watch as she bends, the fabric of her dress pulling taut across her behind.
She’s fucking playing with me.
When the keys fall to the floor for the third time and she looks over her shoulder before bending to pick them up, I move. My strides are casual but purposeful. Like a lion on the prowl, stalking its prey.
A shiver wracks her body as I approach. It doesn’t take me long to reach her. She’s still standing in front of the door, the pretext of opening it long gone.
My hands land on her hips at the same time that my lips find her hair. “Were you pretending to run, angel?”
Her voice is a throaty whisper as she replies, “I don’t want you to chase me because I want you to do the first thing you said.”
She’s going to kill me.
I buck my hips into her, pressing my hard cock into the softness of her ass. Savannah’s head tips back, resting on my chest. Her eyes are closed as she moans, grinding back and forth.
I’m not cumming in my pants like a teenager with no self control.
With a voice that sounds foreign to my ears, I demand, “Open the fucking door, Savannah.”
She springs into action. Unlocking it on the first try, she pushes it open and takes a step forward. My arms band around her waist, halting her movement before I lift her, pressing her back into my chest. She lets out a yelp of surprise at the action, but relaxes back into me.
I cross the threshold, kicking the door shut behind me. The last thing I want is for our neighbors to see what I have planned for her.
Setting Savannah on her feet behind the couch. My hand lands on the nape of her neck and I turn her so she’s facing the back of it. I apply a light pressure and she folds over it. Running my hand down her back, I gently slap her ass, testing her limits.
“Noah,” she pleads as her ass wiggles back searching for me.
My name on her lips, with all of her need for me plain to hear; it’s the bestfuckingsound in the world.
I don’t speak, afraid that if I do, I’ll end up telling her everything I want to do. I’ve had years to think of all the things I’d do to her.My angel.
Shaking my head, I pull myself back into the present, to the goddess bent over my couch. “If it’s too much, you have to tell me to stop because if you don’t, I won’t, Savannah. Tell me you understand,” I demand, my hand smoothing over the delightful curve of her ass again.
I can’t get enough of her.
She nods and I bring my hand back, the sound of the slap reverberating around the living room as it mingles with her gasp. “Speak to me. With words.”
Savannah’s breathless as she replies, “Yes, I understand.”
