Page 39 of Entwined Hearts
Weston’s back met the wall roughly with the force of me, and his hands instantly wrapped around my body, groaning low and deep into the kiss.
And I was completely lost and overwhelmed with the feeling of finally coming home.
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Weston
This was what pure euphoria felt like.
Savannah’s body was soft and pliant in my hands, her lips tequila-slicked and desperate against mine. She tasted like perfection, like the past and the future blurring together.
She tasted like home.
She let out a breathy sigh that sent my blood roaring in my veins. She thought I didn’t get it? That I didn’t understand the suffocation she felt? If only she knew how much she consumed every piece of me, every corner of my life.
I was going to show her just how deep under my skin she was.
Pinning her to the wall, my lips glided along her jaw and down her neck. She always loved having her neck kissed, and I wanted to see if she still did. She was panting, her hands trembling against my chest.
“Weston,” she breathed as I nipped her ear.
“I’m here, angel.” My voice was hardly recognizable. Rough with need only Sav could bring out in me. All my blood rushed south from the little whimper she made, my head light and airy.
My hand moved down along her back, taking a handful of her full ass. My fingers brushed past the hem of the tiny skirt she had on. Such a fucking tease, my Sav.
She gripped my shirt, dragging me back to her lips like she couldn’t get enough. I groaned at the heat of her brushing against me when she hiked a leg up over my hip. There was no way she couldn’t feel how hard I was for her.
She was so needy, so perfect, so fucking mine.
A ragged moan ripped its way out of my throat as she ground her hips into mine. My eyes rolled shut, stars bursting behind my eyelids. She gasped against my lips, doing it again.
Fingers digging into her hips, I dragged her against me harder. Her body shuddered, moans ringing along the brick walls of the alley. “You think that cowboy could’ve had you moaning like this?” I whispered against her skin, kissing her neck. “Think he knows what you like?”
“No,” she whimpered.
I grinned. “Why?”
“B-Because he’s not”—she let out a needy moan, moving faster—“he’s not you.”
If she kept talking like that, I was going to come right here in this fucking alleyway.
I pulled back, looking into her eyes. “That’s right, Sav. No one but me. Just like there’s no one for me but you.”
She let out a little whimper, nodding and threading her fingers through my hair, as she brought my mouth back to hers. I kneaded her bare ass while she ground against me, her little skirt having ridden up, exposing her thong. I wanted to rip it off with my teeth.
It’d be so easy to get on my knees, slide her panties to the side, and bury my head between her legs until they buckled. My dick hardened even more at the thought.
And now that the image was in my head, I couldn’t think about anything else.
“Fuck, Weston,” she cried out, her voice high and strained. Her leg tightened around mine, anchoring herself as she quickened her pace. She was close. Amazing how after all these years, her tells were still the same.
“Need to taste you,” I panted, breaking her hold on me, and I dropped to the ground. “Want you coming on my tongue, angel.”
“Oh God,” she breathed, swaying above me. I looked up at her, and she was absolutely wrecked. Dark eyes hazy with lust, hair wild, makeup smudged. My heart nearly burst.
“You’re stunning,” I whispered, kissing up her thigh before slinging it over my good shoulder. “This okay?”
She nodded quickly, her bottom lip between her teeth.
