I’ve been doing my best to avoid Crystal, who ditched the lacrosse guy, and the bunnies, because Sav doesn’t need that shit, but I’m hunting down the girlfriends, because I don’t know why someone as awesome as Sav doesn’t have more friends, and while Izzie might be upset, Sav could use more people to hang out with at the arena during games.
“And, the pièce de résistance,” I say, very aware we’ve been through the house at least three times, but there was always someone in this room.
“A dart board?” she asks.
“Figured you could show me your skills.” I hand her three blue darts and keep the red ones for myself.
“It’s not as fun if you know,” she argues, motioning for me to go first.
“Because winning isn’t as fun as showing me up?” Each of my darts hit the pizza slices surrounding the outer bullseye, which I am very proud of. “You like surprising people?” I ask.
“People often rule me out,” she shares, hitting the bullseye with her first dart. “Dismiss me, I guess, but it’s my fault.” The second one lands in a ring slice I’m pretty sure is worth sixty. “I’m not very good at taking up space, or owning it, but throwing a dart is quick and easy. In and out.” Her last one hits that same slice.
Damn.
“I see you,” I tell her. I want to add that she can take up all the space she wants, but I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep. So I wait until she retrieves our darts and hands mine back to me before telling her, “Quick and easy is overrated.”
My first dart is already in one of the far slices when I was aiming for the bullseye, but then she says, “Better be long and hard?” and my second dart lodges itself right into the wall.
Savannah smiles and I laugh, but then I don’t even make a conscious decision, I just kiss her, and she melts in my arms.
“Can I show you my bedroom?” I ask without ending the kiss, so it comes out mumbled.
“Trying to keep me all to yourself?” She pulls back and gives me a look that goes straight to my dick.
“Always.” And I fucking mean it.
She tilts up to kiss me, and I run my hands down her back, stopping when they’re under her ass. I give it a squeeze before lifting her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist, with her arms around my neck.
I carry her upstairs, without a clue if anyone sees us, because all I see is her.
* * *
I close my door and lock it, because there’s a party going on and there’s a good chance one or both of us will be naked within the next few minutes.
Case in point when Savannah pulls up my t-shirt, groaning when we have to pull apart so she can get it over my head.
I am all for the sigh she makes as her hands settle on my chest. I press her into the back of the door and kiss her senseless, feeding off her sounds.
She’s wearing a dress again, which means that while one hand is cushioning the back of her head, the other caresses a different cheek. I’m about to ask more or less, but she opens her legs and lifts one, hooking it over my thigh. I bring my hand under hers and help her jump up so her legs can wrap around my waist. Like she’s a fucking part of me, and I can’t find it in myself to mind.
I feel the wetness of her panties against my stomach and I groan, pressing her harder into the door as she wraps her legs tighter. I’m aching to be inside her, but that’s off the table, so I carry her to the edge of my bed and drop to my knees so I can taste her instead. I love how comfortable she is becoming, pulling her dress right over her head while I slide her panties down. She pulls me up to kiss her mouth before the finger I have circling her clit becomes too much and she gently pushes me down, working my scalp in a leisurely way that could have put me to sleep, but my tongue slides inside her and she gasps, fists clenching my hair so tight it’s almost painful, before she releases and massages again. It becomes a torturous pattern of pleasure mixed with pain, which I didn’t think I was into, but she’s panting my name and ‘more’ and I have to adjust myself before I make a mess. I suck on her swollen clit and I swear her eyes roll back.
“Oh God,” she cries, “Noah.”
I keep fucking her with my tongue, letting my hands roam over her body, grabbing her breasts under her bra, which she unhooks to allow me easier access.
Her legs quiver as I add a finger to the mix, grateful her hands are now gripping the sheets instead of my hair. I can tell she’s close, but she’s holding off, breathing heavy and looking so fucking beautiful my chest hurts.
I could watch her like this forever, but I want to see her come even more.
I bring my hands to cover hers and she looks down at me before threading them together. She comes, mouth slightly open, pupils dilated, eyes fixed on me.
I wait until her muscles stops contracting and her breath evens out to take my hand back, then collapse on the bed beside her.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Savannah
