She gives me an adorably sweet smile. “You fell for me?”
I return her goofy grin and lean down so I can kiss her again. “So fucking hard, Van,” I whisper against her lips.
She arches up and lets out a soft moan. “You’re not lying about the hard part.”
I nip at her bottom lip. “That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it. I am always hard when I’m around you, though, so you might want to get used to it.”
Dragging her fingers over my length one last time, she gives a sad-sounding sigh and says, “If we have any hope of making itto dinner before they start on dessert, we need to leave this bed right now. I clearly can’t be trusted around you, especially not when you’re mostly naked and in my bed.”
“I’ll remember that.”
Before I sit up, she pulls me closer and kisses my nose ring. The action never fails to overwhelm me with emotions that I’m not so sure she’s ready to hear. She knows enough for the moment, and since we’re already late, I hold back all the words I want to say and instead stand back up and tuck myself away before pulling my pants up. I put my clothes back on, but my eyes stay locked on Savanna. When she rolls over to get her bra, the sound I make is a mix between absolute euphoria and a plea for mercy. She’s not wearing a thong, but the material is scant at best, barely covering the tops of her rounded cheeks and leaving the rest of her ass bare.
She looks over her shoulder at me. “What?” Her tone is innocent, but the wicked look in her eyes is anything but.
My eyes drop back to her ass. “This is an image that will be seared into my brain for all of eternity,” I tell her. “How the hell am I supposed to get through the night knowing you’re wearing these under your jeans?”
“Don’t forget I’m also covered in your cum,” she reminds me as if there’s any chance in hell I’ll ever forget that.
Hopping off the bed, she slowly pulls her pants back up so she can walk towards me. She’s still topless. Her bra hangs from the fingers of one hand, and as soon as she’s close enough, I grab her waist and press her against me.
I brush my fingers over the round curve of her breast. “You have no idea how much it turns me on to know you’re covered in my cum.”
The side of her mouth quirks up as she slides her other hand under my hoodie to drag her nails along my lower stomach. “Ithink I have some idea of how much you like it,” she says, feeling every hard inch that’s pressing against her.
“Spend the weekend with me,” I say. “You said you have a four-day weekend, right? Stay with me, Van. I swear I’ll stay out of your way when you need to study, but I want you with me. I want you in my bed.” I drag my thumb along her nipple. “I want to fall asleep with you wrapped around me, and I want to wake up the same way.”
She arches back when I give her a soft pinch, and when her blue eyes open, she nods. “Okay. I’ve been secretly working ahead so I shouldn’t have to study much at all.”
I cup her face and smile. “You have?”
“I have, but I need you to do me a favor first.”
“Anything,” I say, not even having to think about it. I would do anything for her, no matter what.
“Will you come with me to meet my parents this Wednesday night?”
“I will. I’d love to meet Grace and Phil,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen in surprise, but then she just shakes her head and laughs. “Of course you know their names already.”
“And their address and some basic info, but that’s not the same thing as meeting them in person, which I’d very much like to do.”
“Thank you,” she says before lifting her bra up. I give her breast one last squeeze before letting her go. She grabs a shirt from her closet, ignoring the huge pile of clothes that are still draped over her chair. I’m not sure if it’s herI need to wash thesepile or herThese are clean, but I don’t feel like putting them awaypile. Either way, I think it’s cute that she’s a little bit messy.
We finally manage to leave her room, but even though I know we’re late, I’m not worried. My family’s always been pretty laid-back, and there are so many of us now that they’re probablystill arriving and having a few before-dinner drinks. Even if they were strict as hell, I still wouldn’t have rushed this time with Savanna.
Before she pulls her helmet on, I kiss her cheek, right where her dimple is currently hidden, and say, “I was right. You look gorgeous when you come.”
As soon as that dimple appears, I kiss her again and get on the bike. Her blushing face disappears under the helmet, and when she’s on and hugging me so tightly it’s hard to breathe, I start the bike and head for my Uncle Vitaly’s.
The traffic is bad, but it always is, and I don’t mind that it takes us longer than it should to reach the high-rise building in the heart of downtown. I recognize the vehicles parked near the private elevator and squeeze my bike next to my Uncle Matvey’s Camaro. I pull my helmet off after Savanna gets down and when I hold my hand out for hers, she takes it, but her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
She squeezes my hand and asks, “What if they don’t like me?”
“They already love you,” I remind her.
