10
More Than a Hookup
“Take off your clothes.” Zander’shusky voice dripped with control.
Unable to steady her breathing, Savannah swallowed down a moan. For a brief second, she hesitated. Had she even heard him correctly?
“Now or never, Savannah. Your call.”
Inasmuch as she wanted to rip off her clothing and mount him, then take him inside her until she surrendered to the ecstasy, she neededhimto strip her naked. She’d waited all day for him to touch every naked inch of her before he draped his body over hers and she took him inside. Finally, that wait was over.
“You do it.”
His jaw tensed, his eyes narrowed. Two slow, deliberate steps and he stood close enough to touch her. His eyes were black with desire and locked on hers.
“We shouldn’t.” He untied her sweater from around her waist and it fell on the floor.
“I know.”
“We can stop anytime.” He gripped the hem of her tank, lifted the cotton shirt over her head, and dropped it on the sweater.
She shivered from the thrill pounding through her. “Right. Anytime.” She couldn’t get a handle on her breathing.
As he admired her breasts, a groan shot from his throat. The deliciously gritty sound ripped through her, landing between her legs. Cupping her breast over the black lace bra, he brushed his thumb over her hardened nipple. Adrenaline surged through her, the desire making her dizzy.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you?”
Closing her eyes, she leaned into his touch. She wanted this. She needed him. One night with this man would be worth whatever consequences she’d have to pay for her sins. “I love it.”
Her eyes fluttered open when he nipped at her nib through the material. “You’re super sexy,” he murmured.
“Take it off me.” Shivering from his delicious touch, she scraped her fingernails through his beautiful head of dark hair, eager to fist and pull on the strands.
Instead of attending to her other nipple, he cradled her neck with one hand while snaking his arm around her waist and hauling her flush against him. “It’s all coming off, Savannah. All of it. You’re not in a hurry, are you?”
“I’m dying for you, Zander.” She toed off her shoes.
“Then, it’ll be a sweeter release when it happens. I’m enjoying you. Your gorgeous face and sexy body. You don’t want me to rush, do you?”
She was putty in his hands.
He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, then pulled them off her. Groaning, he stroked her ass, and cupped the small, hot space between her legs.
“You have a phenomenal body.” As if admiring a piece of art, he turned her around.
He was deliberate, in complete control…and teasing the living hell out of her.My God, he does sex right.
After unhooking her bra and tossing it aside, he tugged down her thong. Then, he knelt and kissed her ass. Waves of lust washed over her.
“Turn around.”
Pivoting, she stared down at him. The king of all things gazed up at her with a searing, greedy look in his eyes. “I want to eat you. Would you like that?”
Her knees trembled as she sank her fingers into his thick, dark hair. “Yes,” she murmured. “Please.”
Still kneeling at her feet, he kissed her tender flesh. She closed her eyes, shuddered in a breath, and widened her stance, clutching his hair for support. He kissed and licked while stroking her ass with one hand and anchoring his other around the back of her thigh.
His throaty groans sent white-hot pleasure streaking through her. One moment he was tender, the next forceful. With her teetering on the edge of a release, he slowed to a stop.
