CHAPTER 33
When they got home, Cole stopped Savannah from going inside and lifted her in his arms to carry her across the threshold. It reminded him of the first day he’d met her. He’d taken her in his arms then too. It’d just felt right. It still did. There was something so familiar about her, like she was made to be his. He carried through the darkened rooms and laid her on his bed—their bed—and set about removing her clothes piece by piece. His erection hadn’t gone down since their encounter in Marissa’s office over thirty minutes ago. He knew he would need her twice before he found relief. The first time would be hard and fast, the second time slower and more controlled.
He slid her panties—still damp from her earlier release—down her legs and discarded them on the floor before moving to his own belt buckle. Savannah watched with wide eyes as he removed every last stich of clothing between them. She looked at his engorged cock and then at his right hand. He knew what she wanted, and he obliged, gripping himself and stroking lightly. She licked her lips, slowly tracing them with her tongue. F*ck, he needed to be inside her. Like yesterday. He was already leaking pre-come and his balls ached.
She rolled to her side, her dark hair spilling across the pillow and reached a hand toward him, her eyes still watching everything. She caressed his thigh, his abs, fingernails scraping against his skin. He continued his slow lazy strokes for his incredibly sexy audience of one. If he could get her to touch herself for him, f*ck, that would probably be his undoing. Her hand continued lightly brushing his skin, deliciously close to where his throbbing dick begged for her attention.
With one hand still wrapped firmly around himself, he took her hand in his and brought it to the juncture between her legs. Savannah’s eyes widened, but she went with it, letting one knee drop open. Knowing how sweet she tasted, how wet he could get her, the sexy moans she made in the back of her throat tempted him to pleasure her again; but reading her body, he knew she needed something more. He pressed one finger inside her, watching his middle finger disappear to the second knuckle and he was rewarded with a satisfied groan from Savannah. He retracted his hand, encouraging her to take over. Savannah’s hand stilled as if this was unexplored territory. She’d never touched herself before?
She took a deep breath, her chest rising, and used her fingers to rub and explore. This moment was more meaningful than just the two of them touching, discovering. He knew Savannah was opening herself up to him, to everything, to life. She was done being sheltered and feeling ashamed for what she wanted. She wanted to feel—every little thing—all that life had to offer. His heart surged knowing she wouldn’t hold back from him.
Watching her fingers, tipped in pink nail polish rubbing against her tender flesh, circling that that little nub near the top sent a rush of heat through him, producing another drop of fluid to leak from his cock. He bit back a groan. “Savannah…” he breathed, bending to kiss her, their mouths desperately moving against one another in a flash of gliding wet tongues and barely contained moans. “I need to be inside you, baby.”
He joined her on the bed, pulling her hips closer, causing her entire body to slide down the bed towards him. She placed a hand on his forearm to stop him.
“Can we…try a different position?” Without waiting for him to answer, she rolled to her stomach, displaying that fine little ass for him. F*ck. Was this girl made just for him?
“Anything you want, babe,” he said in a low whisper since all the air was sucked from his lungs at the sight of her. He trailed a hand down her back, lightly tickling, and Savannah squirmed in the most enticing way. He straddled her tightly closed thighs, and Savannah turned her face on the pillow to watch him. Dropping a kiss to her mouth, her chin, her shoulder, he took himself in hand and gently stoked his length as it rested between her buttocks.
She watched him with a hooded gaze, still squirming beneath him. “Do I need to open my legs?” she asked, blinking up at him.
He supposed it was an honest question, but no, he could reach all of her delicious parts just like this, and she’d feel even tighter with her legs clamped together. “No, baby. Stay just like you are.”
She swallowed and nodded.
The anticipation of being inside her nearly killed him. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, his thumbs parting her cheeks, so he could see below to her beautiful little p-ssy. His cock was rock hard and sliding along her ass, as if seeking the heat between her legs. Her head remained turned on the pillow so she could watch him. He met her eyes and continued rubbing himself along the crease of her ass. Savannah flinched at the new sensations, and he leaned down to drop a kiss to her mouth. He wouldn’t take her there. Wouldn’t do anything she wasn’t ready for. “Do you trust me?”
She nodded, her lips parted and breaths escaping in quick succession.
He inched forward, watching as the head of his cock disappeared into her slick, pink flesh. Her hips lifted to meet his next thrust, sending him deeper. A surge of pleasure flooded his system, prickling against his spine and a low guttural groan escaped his throat. His placed a hand on her lower back, keeping her still. If she was going to work her ass against him like that, he’d lose it.
Holding her hips steady, he plunged into her, again and again, his pace quickening as the pleasure became too much. Savannah was writhing and wiggling underneath him, and each time he thrust forward, burying himself deep, she let out a small cry. F*ck, she was tight.
He gripped her ass in his hands, pushing into her faster, harder, until both their cries of pleasure were loud and uncontained. At the last moment, he pulled himself free from her body, and used his hand to wring the pleasure exploding inside him onto her buttocks, covering her, marking her. She was his. Now and forever.
She lay still and breathing hard while Cole scurried into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to clean her. Once she was cleaned of the evidence of their love-making, he lay down beside her, tugging her close and buried his face in the crook of her neck. They remained that way, their hearts pounding in a matched rhythm for several minutes, neither of them willing to break the spell.
Cole eventually eased from the warm cocoon of her body, so that he could look at her.
A smile passed Savannah’s lips and she brought her hand to his hair, trying to smooth the disheveled strands. “Hi.”
“Hi.” He pressed a kiss to her mouth.
She blinked up at him. “You were drunk.”
“I know.” He’d been drunk off his ass, but Savannah’s presence and that powerful orgasm had sobered him completely. He’d been drinking to numb the pain, a deep searing pain that a few hours ago seemed impossible to overcome. “I thought I’d lost you.” He stoked her hair back from her face, amazed that she was here in his arms again. “I won’t do anything to f*ck this up. I promise you, Savannah.”
She stayed quiet, letting him hold her. He waited for her to barrage him with questions, but he supposed after his admission of the entire story with Abbie earlier, and now sharing her body with him….did that mean he was forgiven?
“Does this mean you’re giving me another chance?”
She pressed a kiss to his throat. “Possibly.” Her voice was coy, but her arms around him felt strong and sure.
“I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you too, Cole.”