shattering.
When Savannah looked at him again, however, all hope vanished. Calling him Thorn didn't make his eyes any less Wesley's.
Something she intended to tell him once he stopped kissing her like that.
“Bit drafty out here, love,” he noted, managing to twist the doorknob behind her and catch her with his free arm in a move that made him seem entirely make-believe. Real men didn't appear that suave. Where hadthis Wesley hid all these years?
“We're…”
Wesley perked his brows. “On your back, woman,” he demanded, kissing her again.
“Didn't you…” She gasped, wrangling her lips from his. “Uhh…” He recaptured her before the thought could mature, his tongue performing illegal acts with hers until she managed to pull away again. “Notice anything…different today?”
“'Course I did,” he replied, whipping her shirt over her head. “Figured you were a bit skittish.”
Oh boy.Skittish didn't begin to describe it.
“And you're…uhh…not mad?” His hands cushioned her breasts.Wesley's hands cushioned her breasts . Her nipples stabbed his palms, only to find themselves prisoners of his fingers. She had never understood women who described pinching as a turn-on until that second, because— gah—every squeeze radioed electric shock waves to her clit.
Wesley smiled against her. “Not mad,” he whispered, slipping her bra straps down her shoulders. “But I did bloody tell you.”
She blinked dazedly. “Tell me?”
“Mhmm. Sex changes things.”
“But we haven't—”
“Yeah. I know. And it's already changed things.” Her bra band tightened before falling away completely. “It's all right, kitten. We'll be all right.”
The words didn't match his tone, but her mind wrapped around the pet name too quickly to give his attitude much mind.Kitten . If her heart wasn't putty before, she certainly stood no chance now. Wesley's hands framed her breasts again before anything else worked through the haze, his fingers kneading her now-naked flesh as his thumbs played with her nipples and his body guided her toward the bed. And when her legs hit the mattress, strength sapped from her entirely, and there seemed to be nowhere to go but back.
Full reality crashed without warning, shoving romance aside. There were things one couldn't truly understand until thrust into the moment; sex had never felt real to her. Not once. Not in health class, not in movies, not in gossiping the details with the few people she knew who'd already taken the plunge, not in dating Daniel, and not even yesterday when her ever-so-brilliant plan had forced her eyes open. But now, with Wesley's hot body above her, his denim-clad erection pressing hard against her pussy, his mouth ravaging, his hands roaming, sex had become very real.
“Wes…”
“It's all right,” he promised her softly, trailing kisses down her throat. “You'll like this, Savannah. I promise.”
“I'm—”
“You're trembling.” Wesley pulled back slightly and favored her with a rakish grin. “Did a number on you, didn't I?”
“What?”
He must have heard something she didn't in her voice, for his smile faded to a frown. “You know we don't have to do anything, don't you, love? If you've changed your mind since yesterday, just say the word.”
Her breath caught in her throat. She could back out now. She didn't have to search for an opportunity, didn't have to stop him; hehanded it to her on an ornate platter. She could tell him she had changed her mind. She could do the sane thing and call the whole thing off.
What happened next redefined Savannah's understanding of out-of-body experiences.
“No. No, I haven't changed my mind.”
Wesley's smile returned, his hand brushing stray strands of hair from her face. “All right,” he practically purred. “Now relax, kitten. I'm gonna make you feel so good.”
Reality had left the
When Savannah looked at him again, however, all hope vanished. Calling him Thorn didn't make his eyes any less Wesley's.
Something she intended to tell him once he stopped kissing her like that.
“Bit drafty out here, love,” he noted, managing to twist the doorknob behind her and catch her with his free arm in a move that made him seem entirely make-believe. Real men didn't appear that suave. Where hadthis Wesley hid all these years?
“We're…”
Wesley perked his brows. “On your back, woman,” he demanded, kissing her again.
“Didn't you…” She gasped, wrangling her lips from his. “Uhh…” He recaptured her before the thought could mature, his tongue performing illegal acts with hers until she managed to pull away again. “Notice anything…different today?”
“'Course I did,” he replied, whipping her shirt over her head. “Figured you were a bit skittish.”
Oh boy.Skittish didn't begin to describe it.
“And you're…uhh…not mad?” His hands cushioned her breasts.Wesley's hands cushioned her breasts . Her nipples stabbed his palms, only to find themselves prisoners of his fingers. She had never understood women who described pinching as a turn-on until that second, because— gah—every squeeze radioed electric shock waves to her clit.
Wesley smiled against her. “Not mad,” he whispered, slipping her bra straps down her shoulders. “But I did bloody tell you.”
She blinked dazedly. “Tell me?”
“Mhmm. Sex changes things.”
“But we haven't—”
“Yeah. I know. And it's already changed things.” Her bra band tightened before falling away completely. “It's all right, kitten. We'll be all right.”
The words didn't match his tone, but her mind wrapped around the pet name too quickly to give his attitude much mind.Kitten . If her heart wasn't putty before, she certainly stood no chance now. Wesley's hands framed her breasts again before anything else worked through the haze, his fingers kneading her now-naked flesh as his thumbs played with her nipples and his body guided her toward the bed. And when her legs hit the mattress, strength sapped from her entirely, and there seemed to be nowhere to go but back.
Full reality crashed without warning, shoving romance aside. There were things one couldn't truly understand until thrust into the moment; sex had never felt real to her. Not once. Not in health class, not in movies, not in gossiping the details with the few people she knew who'd already taken the plunge, not in dating Daniel, and not even yesterday when her ever-so-brilliant plan had forced her eyes open. But now, with Wesley's hot body above her, his denim-clad erection pressing hard against her pussy, his mouth ravaging, his hands roaming, sex had become very real.
“Wes…”
“It's all right,” he promised her softly, trailing kisses down her throat. “You'll like this, Savannah. I promise.”
“I'm—”
“You're trembling.” Wesley pulled back slightly and favored her with a rakish grin. “Did a number on you, didn't I?”
“What?”
He must have heard something she didn't in her voice, for his smile faded to a frown. “You know we don't have to do anything, don't you, love? If you've changed your mind since yesterday, just say the word.”
Her breath caught in her throat. She could back out now. She didn't have to search for an opportunity, didn't have to stop him; hehanded it to her on an ornate platter. She could tell him she had changed her mind. She could do the sane thing and call the whole thing off.
What happened next redefined Savannah's understanding of out-of-body experiences.
“No. No, I haven't changed my mind.”
Wesley's smile returned, his hand brushing stray strands of hair from her face. “All right,” he practically purred. “Now relax, kitten. I'm gonna make you feel so good.”
Reality had left the
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