Page 55 of Entwined Hearts
I threw open my bedroom door and stomped down the hall to the bathroom to scrub away the dirty, used feeling that wasmaking my skin crawl. Never would I have thought Sav would make me feel like this. Like I was nothing more than a good time.
When I opened the door, though, the shower was on. “Wes?” Savannah peeked out from behind the shower curtain. Her hair was slicked back, eyes squeezed shut. She wiped one eye, squinting, and smiled when she saw me.
“You’re here,” I choked out, blinking quickly. A soft breeze could’ve knocked me over, I was so relieved. And all my previous feelings evaporated like the steam that clouded the air. I felt like an idiot for doubting her.
She glanced around, confused. “Yeah? Was I not supposed to be?”
I was in front of her in two steps, cupping her face and slamming my mouth to hers. She let out a surprised squeak and kissed me back while I backed her into the shower so I could get in. The water was warm, but the way my blood heated when I felt Savannah’s slick body against mine was ten times hotter.
“Every morning needs to start like this,” I murmured, pressing her into the wall.
She smiled into the kiss, sliding her hands down my chest. “That could be arranged.” Her eyes were bright, her skin glowing.
She looked as good as I felt. And I couldn’t help but hope I had something to do with it.
“You smell like me.” And something about it was making my head fuzzy.
“It seemed stupid to run home and grab my stuff just to come back and shower.” She leaned back to rinse her hair. “I’m just glad you don’t use three-in-one,” she chuckled.
Sudsy water ran over her curves, and my mouth went dry at the sight. “This is the first time we’ve taken a shower together.” I loved saying together and referring to us. I always thought it’dstay a past tense thing, and had never been more pleased to be wrong.
She gave me a shy smile. “Yeah. And last night was the first time we shared a bed.”
“Not true. There was that time you snuck me in. That counts.”
“You mean that time I got too scared Tess was going to walk in my room, so I made you climb out the window?” I nearly broke my leg scaling her house, and I was only in her bed for half an hour, but it definitely counted in my book.
I pulled her against me, needing her close. “If I remember correctly, I still got a lot done before then.”
She bit her bottom lip, her eyes flicking to my mouth. “You might have to refresh my memory.”
“That right?” She nodded as I cornered her. “You don’t remember how I reached between your legs.” She let out a shaky breath as I did just that. “And made you come on my fingers?”
“No,” she whispered, barely loud enough to hear over the pounding water.
I tsked, shaking my head. “That’s a shame.” I leaned in, keeping my mouth just out of reach while I teased her. She was so wet, always so wet for me, and it did incredible things for my ego. “You looked so pretty when you came for me that night.”
Her eyes fluttered shut with a breathy moan, her chest heaving. She turned around, her legs spread and her back arched. “Fuck me, baby.”
God, help me, I hadn’t seen anything sexier than this. And I definitely didn’t need to be told twice.
My body covered hers in the corner of the shower. “You learn how to be quiet in the last decade?” I whispered in her ear. She shivered despite the hot water. I knew we were alone last night, so I wanted her loud, but I wasn’t sure now, and over my dead body would anyone hear my girl like this.
She was panting, her skin flushed, and absolutely stunning. “N-no,” she stuttered as I teased her, barely slipping the tip in. It was torture, but worth it to see how desperate she was. “Baby, please,” she whimpered, pushing back against me.
Wrapping my arm around her, I clamped my hand over her mouth and bottomed out, forcing her up onto her toes. My hand muffled her gasping moan, and I clenched my jaw, forcing mine down.
She felt like heaven, like nothing I’d ever experienced with anyone else.
She felt like mine. And I never wanted to let her go.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck, pounding into her from behind, my hand tight on her hip. I fucked her hard and fast, rougher than I had last night. She took it all, whimpering against my hand, like she was made for me.
Shampoo bottles clattered to the floor as she swung out blindly, trying to hold onto something. She ended up planting a hand against the tile, bracing against me. The other slid between her legs, and just the thought of her playing with herself had me moaning into her neck.
My eyes rolled shut as she tightened around me and cried out with the intensity of her orgasm. I bit down on her shoulder, muffling the moan that tore itself from me when I came inside her; a feeling I’d never get used to. It was a level of closeness I’d never had before. A claiming that the caveman part of my brain absolutely loved.
My hand dropped from her mouth, and I shut the water off. We were breathing hard, and I was trying to remember how to form words. “That gave me deja vu, kinda,” she giggled.
