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remained strangers, exchanged for excitement and…nervousness? Nothing in his eyes suggested he'd even noticed the fact that she'd spent the day avoiding him.
     
    Or the fact that she hadn't waited for him. As though meeting at her house had been their intention all along.
     
    “Good?” Savannah echoed dumbly. “What's good?”
     
    “You're here,” Wesley explained, an unfamiliar light brightening his eyes. “I've wanted to do this all day.”
     
    And before she could blink, his hands had closed around her arms and his lips pressed hard on hers. Every molecule in her body froze…well,almost every molecule. God, no force great enough existed to prevent her from melting under his kiss. Savannah moaned hard, her eyes fluttering shut as her mind switched to autopilot, her lips parting on the cusp of a gasp.Oh yes .
    This—this wrong, confusing, wonderful thing—would undo her. One simple touch and she felt completely lost. She would have sworn the ground shifted when his tongue whispered into her mouth.
     
    Only the grounddid move. Wesley's coaxing hands pushed her back until her ankles hit the bottom stair, and only then did coherency break through the fog.
     
    “Where are we going?” Savannah managed to whimper before he captured her with her another kiss. Oh never mind. As long as he kept doing that magic with his mouth, he could take her wherever he wanted.
     
    Wesley pulled away just long enough to nod at the second floor. “Mmm. Your room.”
     
    His lips closed on her too quickly for his words to break through the fog, and by the time she understood, he had coaxed her upward step-by-step. Upstairs.Oh God . That wasn't the plan. That wasn't anywhere near the plan. Well, okay, as far as the first plan went, this rolled right on track, but everything seemed different now. Hadn't she intended to blow the whistle on this whole insane thing?
     
    Wesley. Sex. Naked. Touching her. Kissing her. Moving inside her.Oh God.
     
    Oh God.
     
    “My mom—”
     
    “Won't be home for hours,” he countered, hands dropping to the hem of her T-shirt.
    “Thought we'd wrangle in a little practice for the big night.”
     
    “P-practice?” Savannah blinked dumbly, crashing hard against her bedroom door. Then he was kissing her again. Hot, desperate kisses betraying need she didn't understand and couldn't analyze with a head full of lust clouds. Logic screamed against her, but she couldn't push him away, not when her insides were sparking with fire she'd never before experienced. Not when her skin sizzled under the path his fingers took. Not with her pussy hot and drenched. Monsoon season approached. God, she'd never felt this wet. She hadn't thought she could get this wet.
    “Oh…”
     
    “Mhmm,” Wesley murmured, peppering kisses down her throat. “Occurred to me this afternoon.”
     
    “This…afternoon?”
     
    He chuckled. “You're too distracting, love. Couldn't think of anything but you all day.”
     
    “I don't think this is necess—oh God.”
     
    “Yeah, it is. First time for girlies pinches a bit. Thought we'd loosen you up.”
     
    “Wes—”
     
    “Shhh,” he whispered. “It's all right. You'll enjoy this.”
     
    His lips smashed on hers again before she could offer another protest, his tongue massaging hers and his hands sparking magic across her skin. He murmured provocatively against her lips, and she couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop.
     
    Good-bye, reservations.
     
    Savannah's knees softened, the butterflies in her stomach twisting into a mixed metaphor.
    “Wesley…”
     
    “Thorn,” he reminded her. He reminded her every day, of course, but for whatever reason, she didn't feel like laughing today. Wesley had truly vanished, with Thorn firmly in his place.
     
    Perhaps that was for the best. Wesley served as the name for the one she knew; Wesley was the one she loved. If she thought of him as someone else entirely, perhaps she could proceed without totally