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She rolls her eyes. “You’re not that much older than me.”
“Ten years!”
Sav pokes me in the center of my chest. “More like eight.”
I catch her hand. She grins and tries to wiggle out of my grip. As I show her how easily I can dominate her, I give her a huge smirk. She leans back in her attempts to evade my hand. But I follow, essentially bowling her over in my enthusiasm to win.
We end up pressed together against the side of the boat house, nose to nose, both of us grinning like fools. She sucks in a huge breath and my own slightly heavy breathing catches.
I’m honestly not sure who makes the first move. She opens her mouth. I brush my lips over hers. In the cramped space of the boat house, my heartbeat sounds like the frantic galloping of wild horses.
Sav’s fingers rake through my wet hair. My lips work against hers, teasing her mouth until she opens for me, as timid as a schoolgirl. We both sigh and our tongues meet. My tongue snakes against hers. My hands grip her waist.
What is it about this girl that drives me so wild? It’s her smile, her sass, her unshakable optimism that I can’t help but admire even as I complain.
A second later, my hand slips under her shirt to feel the smooth, bare skin of her lower back. Sav’s lips leave mine to kiss a blazing trail down my neck. It lights a fire inside me, making me hungry for more.
I lift her onto my lap and she straddles me. My hands find her ass and I grip it tightly. There is a ragged groan, and I realize a moment later that the sound came from me. Like a man possessed, I bury my nose in the crook of her neck, kissing down until I run into her parka.
“Get this off,” I growl.
Her hands are already tugging at the zipper. She sheds it, leaving her in only a lacy white camisole. The daintiness of her top makes me crazy. I want to shred it with my teeth.
But I settle for running my hands up her sides and shaping her perky tits. I kiss her collarbone and drag my tongue over the lace neckline of her top. She bucks her hips against me suggestively and throws her head back.
As Sav’s hands knead the muscles of my shoulders, I kiss her breasts through the silky camisole. Her nipples are hard, their tips pointed. I close my mouth over one and she squeaks in excitement.
Her hand travels down between our bodies to my zipper. My heart races and my mind hurries to catch up. I want her to touch me anywhere, but at the same time, I’m a little taken aback at how forward Sav is.
Damn, she must really think I’m hot. Knowing that Sav thinks I’m a catch fills me with a strange kind of pride. It’s a feeling I’ve been lacking ever since I was left at the altar.
I try to take back the power by dragging my teeth across her damp, fabric-covered nipple and pushing her hand away. She freezes, thinking that I’m rejecting her.
But when I start plucking at the zipper of her pants, Sav goes wild. She pulls my face up to hers and gives me a demanding kiss, working her hips against mine, rubbing up against my clothed cock in a way that makes me almost see stars.
Unzipping her fly and slipping a hand around to feel her bare ass is a revelation to me. She bites her lip and grabs my other hand, pressing my fingers over her breast.
I’ve never seen a girl so enthusiastic in my entire life, and damn if it isn’t making my cock so hard that it actually aches.
When I slide my hand down in between Sav’s thighs, she’s clearly not just wet from the rain. Her panties have a clear wet spot on the front just from kissing.
What will Sav be like if I get her worked up? Will she taste just like sweet honey if I tease her clit, and fuck her hot pussy with my tongue?
“God, yes.” Sav flexes her thighs and presses against my fingers. Though there is still a silky scrap of fabric between me and the golden heat that lies between her thighs, I’m so close to her pussy. I shudder with anticipation.
I can just imagine the sounds she’s going to make. How sweet my fucking name will be when she calls it out.
Suddenly, I feel a nail poking up through the floor. My eyes snap open.
Sav is gorgeous, glowing, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her eyes closed tightly, her mouth open. Her expression is one of rapture.
If I could take a picture to remember that look, I would. I want to remember it. Savor it.
But I can’t ignore the fact that we’re in a shed in the middle of nowhere. Sav may be on cloud nine, but I’m all too aware of how rough this place is. There are nails coming out of the floor. There are holes in the wall. This entire place is all but made of dirt.
And Savannah? Savannah deserves to be kissed. She deserves to be luxuriously spread out on million-count thread sheets in the priciest damn hotel in the world. She definitely deserves more than a quick fuck in a dirty shack from a guy who can’t promise her even one entire night.
Savannah opens her eyes a bit. She notices that I’ve gone still.
