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Turning to face me, I get my first view of her front, with her flat, toned stomach, perky breasts, and a small tuft of hair covering her pussy. She’s like a siren, calling to me.
I’m helpless.
“Noah, sit on the couch,” she cajoles.
She’s trying to take control and I find that I’m not entirely adverse to it. I snake a hand around her waist, tugging her into me. As I dip my head, she looks up at me and our lips connect in a soft kiss.
Suddenly I don’t want to go fast and hard, I want to savor every moment. This is our first time together and that shouldn't be rushed.
“No,” Savannah commands, pushing against my chest.
Immediately, I step back, my hands dropping from her. That one word has me both regretful and sad. My mouth goes dry at the same time as my stomach twists in knots.
“No, you aren’t about to get into your own head. I can practically hear the cogs working, Noah. Get undressed and sit on the couch and letmetasteyou. It’s only fair.”
My brows shoot to my hairline. I wasn’t expecting her to say that, but I’m grateful she doesn’t want to stop.
Unbuttoning two buttons, I grab a hold of the back of my shirt and pull it over my head. I can feel her hungry gaze roaming over my body. A soft gasp leaves her lips when I toss my shirt to the side.
I go to the gym, and I know that right now, after my most recent bulk, I’m bigger than she’s ever seen me, but she’s not shocked at that.
No, her gaze is on the tattoo on my ribs, under my right pec.
It’s all out on the table now.
Savannah steps forward, her fingers hesitate to touch, but when she looks up, I give her a nod, telling her it’s okay.
It’s her tattoo after all.
Angel wings now mark my skin, with the date she saved my life in Roman numerals above them and ‘my angel’ underneath. Her hands are cool to the touch as she runs them over my marked skin.
Barely above a whisper, she murmurs, “I didn’t see this when I ran into you that— How long have you had this?”
She’s going to ask questions I don’t want to answer. Not yet. “Van,” I warn.
Her eyes lift to mine, a million questions behind them before with one final touch she steps back. For a moment, her gaze darts to the scar on my lower abdomen before she looks up and says, “Right. Let’s get to screwing. Where do you want me?”
Savannah turns, but I band my arm around her waist, tugging her into me before she can circle the couch. I’m not going to let her diminish what this is. Even if I don’t know whatthisis myself.
I bury my nose in her hair, inhaling her scent. “Angel, one day I’ll tell you all about it, but right now, I just want to enjoy this moment.”
Wiggling her ass, Savannah drops her head back onto my shoulder giving me a perfect view of her front. My eyes flit around her body with a hunger my mind doesn’t know how to filter. Lifting my left hand, I palm her right breast, rolling the tight bud of her nipple between my fingers.
“Talk to me,” I urge, I need to know what she wants.
She moans, “The weather was nice to—”
Her words are cut off as my hand slaps at her breast. Her eyes flair in surprise, darting to mine.
Growling, I command, “Don’t test me, angel. Tell me what you want, how you want me to fill you,whereyou want me to fill you.”
Savannah picks up my right hand, moving it down with her left until my fingers move through the soft tufts of hair above her pussy, sliding through the soaking wet folds. “Here,” she rasps.
Moving her right hand to the space between us, she squeezes my cock through my pants. Black dots fill my vision at the feel of her hands on me, even with the material of my slacks between us.
“I want this.” She rubs her hand over my rock hard cock. “Here.” Her fingers move with mine as I flick her clit. “Be as rough or gentle as you need to be, Noah. I can take it.”
Dipping my head, I capture Savannah’s mouth with mine as she turns to press her body against mine. My hands grab onto the soft globes of her ass cheeks. Lifting her, she wraps her legs around my waist. Our tongues dance as the urgency that had consumed us earlier returns.
