“You walked downstairs like this?” I snarled.
She froze, eyes wide, her fingers no longer fumbling at the waistband of her shorts.
My voice turned to gravel. “You do not ever walk out of this room without a bra unless you know for sure that it’s just you and me.”
“Um…”
I leaned over her, bracing my hands on either side of her hip. “No one.No onesees what’s for my eyes only. I don’t fucking share, Savannah.”
Stepping forward, I dropped to my knees in front of her and slid her shorts down her legs, dragging my fingers over every inch of newly bared skin. She trembled when I looked up at her from between her thighs. The scent of her arousal hit me like a punch to the gut as my fingers slipped through her slick folds.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I growled.
She whimpered when I teased her clit, biting her lip as her back arched again.
I slid one finger inside her, and she cried out—more in surprise than pain—and I stilled, watching her.
I dragged my knuckles along her inner thigh, then paused, registering the tension in her muscles. The hesitation in her breathing.
“Tell me,” I said, voice low and dark. “You ever done this before?”
She gulped, then shook her head. “No.”
I sat back on my heels and stared up at her, blood roaring in my ears.
“You’re a fucking virgin?” The words came out hoarser than I intended. There was reverence in them. Hunger. And something darker. More primal.
She didn’t answer. Didn’t even need to. I saw the truth in the way she froze, in the sudden tension in her thighs.
“Fuck,” I breathed, reverence and possession twisting inside me. “No one’s touched you?”
She shook her head. Silent. Breathing hard. Pink spread across her cheeks and chest, but her eyes stayed locked on mine.
“Say it,” I demanded.
“No one’s touched me,” she whispered.
Possessiveness gripped me like a chain, dark and twisted, and I reveled in the feeling.
I let out a harsh breath. “Fucking hell. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look scared. Damn, she was amazing.
I stood, leaning down until I was right in her face. “Then I’m gonna be your first, sugar. And your last. You hear me? You give this to me—there’s no going back. I’m the only man to ever get between these pretty thighs. No one else gets to fucking touch you.”
“I don’t want anyone else.”
The words ripped through me like a lit fuse.
I kissed her again—rougher this time. Hot and hungry. She arched against me, moaning when I moved down to take one tight pink nipple into my mouth. My hand moved to her hip, then lower, and when it slid between her thighs again, my fingers were slick with her arousal before I even got past her seam.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I groaned, switching to her other nipple and dragging my finger through her slit, circling her clit just enough to make her cry out. “You want this, don’t you, sugar?”
“Yes,” she gasped, eyes fluttering closed, her hips lifting into my touch.
I pulled my hand back and sat on the edge of the bed, dragging her onto my lap, positioning her right where I needed her. Then I sucked my finger clean, enjoying her pretty blush as she watched.
Her thighs were spread across mine, her pussy bare and glistening against my abs, my cock thick and hard between us, still straining behind my jeans.
