Page 16 of Savage in the Sheets
Her shoulders slump, and her eyes downcast in shame. How could I fuck up so badly, hurting the one person I care about most?
I decide to continue with, “Which is why, if we do this, it has to be done carefully. I can’t afford to lose you.”
Relief washes over her face. “I don’t want to risk our friendship either.” This side of her mouth upturns into an adorable smile that I want to kiss, but I restrain myself.
Why has it taken me so long to realize how cute she is? And damn, has she always smelt this good?
Her face goes stoic, almost unreadable. “If we were togo there…we’d have to make sure not to get our feelings involved.”
What she said should be obvious, so why does it feel like I just got punched in the gut?
I force a smile. “Alright.”
“And we’d have to set rules, go over limits, and define what we want to get out of it.”
A blowjob? Burying myself balls-deep in one of the hottest women I’ve ever laid eyes on. Shoving my tongue so far up—
“Wes, are you listening to me?”
Shit…
“Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“We need to establish a baseline.”
“Hold up, just a moment. Time for some on-the-job training. This whole‘baseline’thing is one of the reasons you’re having trouble keeping a man interested.”
“Well, I’m just trying to establish how far we’re willing to go and—”
“I know exactly what you’re trying to do. Now, you need to accomplish that using other words.”
She huffs. “We need a plan—”
“Nope.”
“We’ll make a sex map—”
“Uh-uh.”
“We need to set limits!”
“Better.”
Her nose twitches to the side, which is what she does when she’s deep in thought. After a short deliberation, she smirks, grabs the waist of my jeans, and pulls me close until I’m pressed against her.
I want nothing more than to pull her into my arms, but this is Jenna. I can’t afford to be careless.
“I need to know how you’d like me to fuck you.”
Holy Mother of Jesus—is this really happening?
“And, I’d like to tell you how I want you to fuck me,” she continues.
“I’m all ears, Savage.”
Her chest rises and falls like a piston, and I long to make her panting escalate. To make her whole body escalate.
Finally, she says, “We meet tomorrow evening with our demands.”
