I swallow hard trying to silence the annoying little voice in my head that reminds me it might mean something different to her than it does to me.
To me, it’s everything.
“Please, Warren.”
Her pleading words pull me out of my head and I’m thankful for the distraction before blurting out exactly what I want to say to her.
I’m about to push her underwear to the side when I finally look down and stop moving altogether.
“Shit,” I curse under my breath. Little streaks of black cover the skin on her lower abdomen, the front of her panties, and even the edges of her dress. I lift my hand to see the grease and dirt on my palm and fingers, evidence of fixing the tractor earlier.
She looks down and instead of gasping in horror and demanding that I go wash my hands, she grins mischievously.
“Sorry, I?—”
I stop short of my apology when she stands up in front of me, pulls the dress off her body entirely, and places her handson my shoulders. The breath in my lungs feels heavy and stuck when she sinks down onto my lap, facing me with her legs bent on either side of my hips.
She leans in close, stealing every bit of restraint I had just a moment ago by leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along my jaw.
“Don’t be sorry,” she says between kisses. “It’s not your fingers that I wanted inside of me anyway.”
27
SAVANNAH
I’m practically naked on Warren’s lap, moments after pretty much telling him that I wanted him to fuck me, and the look on his face is like he’s trying to figure out a confusing math problem during a stressful exam.
Not exactly the reaction that I was going for.
Despite the hesitance on his face, one of his hands pulls me toward him by the back of my neck and he kisses me on the lips.
My eyes close and I press my body into his. I know he wants me too, I can feel his hard length through his jeans beneath me. My hands squeeze the top of his shoulders, feeling every ripple of solid muscle. The combination of his grip, the throbbing between my legs, and the vibration of the rumbling tractor that we’re in is almost a sensory overload.
But it feelsso damn good.
My past sexual partners have all been somewhat satisfactory, I suppose. Nothing to write home about though, unfortunately. And it was never a given that I’d be wildly turned on or have to hold myself back from exploding just from his touch.
With Warren though, it’s an eruption of sparks behind my eyes before we even get past second base, and I want to know what it feels like to have all of him. Ineedto know.
Something about his body language, the way he’s moving, tells me that he’s thinking extremely hard. I’m not a mind reader, but somewhere behind the lusty haze in his eyes, he’s spinning. Wondering. Trying to figure me out again.
“Just ask the question, whatever it is,” I say while kissing the underside of his ear.
“I’m wondering exactly what’s going through that pretty head of yours,” he groans.
His rich husky voice sounds somehow assertive and nervous at the same time. His words feel like they’re vibrating off the walls, sending chills across every surface of my skin.
“Well, I was wondering what’s going through yours,” I laugh.
It scares me to be unreserved and honest, even though I’ve been more comfortable in that state with him lately. I’m still learning to let go of my inhibitions and just tell him what’s on the tip of my tongue. I get the feeling that’s exactly what he wants from me right now, though.
“You already know how I feel about you, Savvy. You go first,” he growls in my ear.
While the options of responding roll around in my head, my hands continue to move, now slightly tugging down the top of his pants. He lifts his hips in a show of mutual insanity. When they’re around his ankles and I’ve resumed my spot directly on top of him, he holds my hips still with a powerful grip.
I cover his ear with my mouth, trying to kiss and speak and avoid his eyes all at the same time. “I tried so hard at first, fighting how much I wanted you. I don’t have it in me anymore to act like I’m not aching for more of you. All the parts of you that you’re willing to give to me, I want them. Every single one.”
“Fuck, baby. You mean that?” His lips drop to my collarbone after I nod. Then his ragged breath teases across my sensitive skin and it’s all I can do not to spontaneously combust from the sensation.
