Nodding my head down, I answer. “Because that’s your seat now.”
Her voice becomes timid. “You don’t even know me.”
Oh, but I do. I’m willing to bet every penny I have that I know more than most, if not all, of the people in her life.
Sitting back, I let go of her face and shrug. “I know enough.”
“Really? Like what?” Savannah’s distrust is warranted. I’m practically a stranger. I should be proud of her for keeping her guard up, but I don’t like that it’s with me.
I place my hand on her knee, playing with the fabric of her jeans. “Your clothes. They tell me you’re practical and material things don’t mean much to you.”
She gasps at my touch, causing her words to come out breathy. “Or they just mean that I’m poor.”
“I don’t think so. You strike me as the type of woman who goes for what she wants. If you wanted to wear five-hundred-dollar jeans, you’d wear five-hundred-dollar jeans.”
“What else?” She asks.
“Your hands.” Releasing her leg, I grab one of her hands with both of mine and trace her palm. I feel her pulse increase in her wrist. “You’re not afraid of hard work. You’re not a trust fund baby, and you don’t like people doing things for you. It makes you uncomfortable.”
“Not all people,” she grumbles stubbornly. “Only people I just met.”
“Liar,” I accuse.
She rolls her eyes again. “Anything else?”
“Your face. Minimal makeup. Appearances aren’t important to you. In fact, you’d rather go unnoticed, which is why my attention makes you squirm. If I’m not looking, you can hide. But when I’m around, there’s a spotlight on you.”
“Not true,” she denies adamantly.
Arching a brow, I call her out. “You really need to stop lying to me, Heartbreaker.”
She folds her arms. “I’m not so sure I like this game anymore.”
“Who said this was a game?” I lean in, invading her space, and she gasps. The pulse in her neck quickens. “This is the only time I’ll let you tell me ‘No’, Savannah. Say the word and I’m gone.”
It’s a huge lie. There’s no way I can ever leave her alone. I need to make her just as obsessed as I am. It may take some time, but I’ve never backed down from a challenge.
“I—I’m not saying no,” she whispers, her breath hot on my lips.
I don’t wait for her to change her mind. My mouth meets hers, and she melts into me. One of my hands wraps around the side of her neck possessively, and my other hand goes to her hip. Savannah places her palms on my chest, gripping the lapels of my suit.
The soft touch of her lips causes my length to harden. She moves with me as I lead her in a sensual rhythm. She lets me have complete control, yielding to me completely.
Savannah is everything.
The little sounds she’s making burrow themselves in my chest, filling the empty caverns of my soul.
With my hand on her hip, I guide her into my lap. Her knees land on the seat on either side of my thighs, and both of my hands engulf the luscious globes of her ass.
Savannah mewls into my mouth, and I drink it up greedily.
Her hips move forward timidly, grinding the apex of her thighs against my swelling cock. I moan, allowing the sound to rush out of me. My reaction spurs her on. Savannah draws out her next thrust, wrenching another sound of pleasure from me.
What I wouldn’t give to tear our clothes so I can feel her skin against mine. I want to trace every curve with my tongue. I want to glide my hands up her legs, right to her center. I need Savannah on her hands and knees and her thick curly locks wrapped around my fist as I pound into her heat from behind.
Savannah’s movements become increasingly confident. She throws her head back, her face to the ceiling as her climax approaches.
My hands remain clutching her backside as I watch her lose herself in pleasure.
