Resisting Her (20 page)

He doubted that’d be happening. She could
practically look at his dick at this point and he’d love it. “Don’t
worry about that.” She couldn’t do anything wrong. Well, he
supposed that wasn’t entirely accurate. He considered warning her
to be careful of her teeth, but decided against it. He’d gently
correct her if it was an issue, but until then, he’d let her
explore without any fear or self-consciousness.

Savannah sat back on her heels, lifted his
cock away from his body and then lowered her head. With eyes locked
on his, she planted a tender kiss against the head. He was already
leaking pearly fluid, and his scrotum was drawn tight against his
body. He was poised and ready to explode.

She took him into the depths of her warm
mouth. His hips shot forward off the bed, but she welcomed the
intrusion, suckling at his most sensitive skin. “Fuck baby. Yeah.
Just like that…” He stroked her jaw, pushed her hair back from her
face, and palmed her cheek. He watched Savannah kiss and lick the
length of him and was lost to the mind-numbing bliss of the
moment.

She was so nurturing, so giving in everything
she did, and pleasuring him was no exception. She left everything
on the table, licking, kissing and stroking him as if her sole
purpose was to please him.

Soon Savannah was clenching her thighs
together and moaning for her own release, and he hadn’t even
touched her yet. He pulled himself free from Savannah’s mouth and
hauled her up his body. “My turn,” he explained at the surprise on
her face.

Cole settled her against the pillow so she
was lying next to him. He dropped a kiss to her lips, then slid his
middle finger into her mouth, wetting it. She drew the digit in
without question, swirling her tongue against his skin.

“We need to make sure you’re ready for me,”
he explained.

She looked down at his long cock, resting
heavily against her hip and then back up at him. “Will it
hurt?”

“At first, yes But I’ll do my best to go
slow.”

She nodded, trusting him.

When his finger slid inside her slowly,
carefully, Savannah’s mouth dropped open. And when he drew it back
and began fucking her with his hand, just a little faster with each
stroke, Savannah’s knees fall apart and dropped her head back
against the pillow. His other hand joined the fun, rubbing slow
circles against her flesh, unwilling to rush her. Soon she was
soaking wet and moaning his name, and seconds later, with her head
thrown back in ecstasy, she came for him. Cole planted wet kisses
all along her throat, refusing to ease up until he’d milked every
last ounce of pleasure from her.

After several minutes of nuzzling against her
neck, and kissing her through all the small aftershocks of her
release, Savannah crawled on his lap to straddle him, placing a
knee on either side of his thighs.

“Cole?”

He didn’t respond. He knew what she was
asking for, and unable to deny her, he reached for the side table
and grabbed a condom. She watched as he put it on, her gaze
flickering back and forth between his eyes and his manhood. He
could read her expression as if she’d written it out. She was
trying to understand where exactly he was going to fit that.

“Savannah, we don’t have to.”

Her eyes captured his. “I want to.” She
planted her palms on his tense stomach muscles, and lifted herself
up, trying to find the right angle.

“Come here.” Cole pulled her down onto his
chest, needing to kiss her. He planted sweet kisses along her mouth
and throat. He understood the gravity of this moment, of what she
was giving him, and he wouldn’t rush it. Not when they were so
close. She deserved to be worshipped and taken care of her first
time. He would do everything in his power to make it what she
deserved. “Just relax, babe. Let me.” Savannah relaxed in his arms,
and Cole kissed her deeply as he reached behind her, holding
himself in place until Savannah began to ease back, taking him
in.

She ran her hands over his chest and closed
her eyes, a look of concentration settling over her features. Then
she eased down on him, lowering her hips so he sunk inside her in
mind-blowing slowness. Blinding pleasure rocketed through him.
Fuck, she was tight. She rocked against him, pulling him deeper in
tiny increments.

“Shit….” He bit back a groan.

Savannah’s eyes widened and found his,
blinking down at him. Damn she looked so innocent, he almost
questioned what he was doing. Almost. But they’d gone too far to
turn back now. He was inside her sweet pink pussy, slick with
moisture and heat. He wouldn’t talk her out of this, not now.

“Everything okay?” he asked instead, needing
to hear her say it was all right to continue.

She nodded, and leaned forward to kiss him,
gliding her tongue against his. Pleasure shot straight to his
balls, drawing them up close to his body. He held her close and
punctuated each kiss by lifting his hips to ease deeper inside
her.

Her soft grunts and groans matched his
thrusts, eating away at his self-control. He knew he wouldn’t last
long.

“Does it feel good?” he asked, slowing his
pace.

Savannah opened her eyes, her bright green
gaze blinking at him in wonder. “Yeah.”

Her cheeks were flushed pink and he couldn’t
resist watching her enjoyment. She’d stopped moving against him and
allowed him to hold her hips while he thrust up into her. Sex was a
physical act, so why should he feel more? But he couldn’t deny that
he’d never felt closer to anyone. Savannah broke through all his
barriers. She was needy, yet giving, sensual yet innocent, trusting
and timid. She’d put both their pleasure, the whole experience, in
his hands and the gravity of the moment was not lost on him.

He slid in again, exquisitely slowly until he
was buried deep again. Her breath hitched, catching in her
throat.

“Does it hurt?”

“Only a little.”

Damn, he was hoping it didn’t, but it was to
be expected. It was her first time after all. “Do you want me to
come?” he breathed against her mouth.

“Yes.”

He pulled out and situated her so she was
lying back against the pillows. He preferred being on top — being
the one in control—and it was a sure fire way to get him to come
quickly. He gripped her hips, his fingers clutching to pull her
towards him with each thrust.

Her groans grew louder, less contained, and
Cole found himself being more vocal than usual. “God you’re
beautiful…” A few more thrusts. “Oh fuck…”

His hand snaked between them to bring her
pleasure, rubbing, circling, using their moisture to send her over
the edge again, and watching her come apart again sent him tumbling
along after her, cursing and gasping as her tight channel milked
him dry.

Savannah and Cole had fallen asleep cuddled
together, exhausted and spent after their love making the night
before.

Cole stretched his arms over his head, his
neck cracking with the effort. Savannah mumbled something in her
sleep and then rolled over to find him, drawing her body tightly
against his. He smoothed a hand along her hip, pulling her even
closer. He was glad to see that in the sober, stark morning light,
things didn’t feel awkward between them. It was the opposite, in
fact. This felt incredibly natural.

Savannah sleepily smiled and nuzzled against
his neck. “Morning,” she breathed against his skin.

“Morning.” He was suddenly aware that she was
wearing one of his T-shirts with nothing on underneath, and that he
had slept nude for the first time since Savannah had moved in.
Memories of the previous night played at the edges of his mind,
Savannah’s determination to please him, her tiny whimpers and
flushed pink skin, the way she gripped his biceps when he sank into
her. His cock stirred to life.

He traced a fingertip over her hip, pushing
the T-shirt up and out of his way. Savannah trembled as the pad of
his finger slowly caressed her. His hand moved down to cup her
pubic bone, and she let out a groan. He rolled over, so they were
facing each other in the center of the bed, the covers strewn about
them, providing a warm cocoon.

He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her
softly at first. Savannah, ever responsive, moaned quietly against
his lips. She draped her leg across his waist, and pulled herself
in tighter against his body.

“You’re not too sore, are you?”

“I don’t think so.”

She hadn’t been up and out of bed yet either,
but Cole nodded. “Good.” His hand found his cock and he stroked it
slowly, bumping against her thigh with each stroke. Savannah’s eyes
widened and then cast down to watch his movements. She bit her lip
and whimpered, her hands scrambling to join his.

Once her warm hands were stroking him, Cole
brought his hands to Savannah’s face. He held her jaw and kissed
her deeply, sucking her tongue into his mouth.

A sound from beyond his bedroom door captured
their attention and they broke apart, breathing raggedly.

“What the fuck?” he muttered. “Wait here.” He
sprang from the bed and pulled on a pair of pajama pants before
going to investigate.

Marissa was in his kitchen, fumbling with the
coffee maker.

“What are you doing here?” He fumbled to tie
the string on his waistband, panic rising that Marissa would know
he’d slept with Savannah. But unless she’d checked the guest room
and found it empty, maybe their secret was still safe.

She set the coffee to brew and turned to face
him. “Liam and I both crashed here last night. Hope that’s okay. We
were too tanked to drive.”

He swung around to the living room and found
Liam still sleeping on his couch.
Where had Marissa
slept?

“We both just crashed on the couch. It was no
big deal.”

Marissa didn’t know. Relief flooded his
system. He didn’t even process that Liam and his sister shared a
couch.

“Yeah, no problem.” He ran a hand across his
hair in an attempt to smooth it down.

Savannah emerged from the bedroom, dressed in
jeans and one of his sweatshirts that hung nearly to her knees.

“I was cold,” she explained at his and
Marissa’s stares. Cole studied her for clues about how she felt
about last night. He couldn’t believe he’d allowed things to go as
far as they did. But Savannah’s smile as she flitted past him and
into the kitchen calmed him ever-so-slightly. If she didn’t regret
it, he wouldn’t either. Plus it was hard to regret the best sex of
his life.

Cole escaped the kitchen, needing a cold
shower and time to collect his thoughts.

He returned fifteen minutes later, no further
along in understanding what was happening between him and Savannah.
The scent of bacon frying quieted his worries for the moment.

As usual, Savannah had cooked enough to feed
twenty people. She still didn’t have portion control mastered,
having cooked for an entire compound of people in her past life.
She arranged a platter of homemade blueberry muffins, a warming
tray containing scrambled eggs, and a plate piled with crisp bacon
on the center island, before turning to pour Cole’s coffee.

Cole’s gaze flashed to Marissa. Her eyes
followed Savannah’s movements, watching her fuss over Cole, adding
milk to his coffee, and setting his iPad on the counter next to
him. And she’d been watching too when Cole had run point on morning
duty, taking Cuddles outside to do her business, and then adding a
scoop of food to her bowl in the kitchen. They moved about each
other effortlessly, yet with obvious care and reverence.

“Cole, can I have a word?” Marissa asked.

He glanced up from his iPad, a strip of bacon
halfway to his mouth, and sighed. “Sure.” His eyes travelled
between Marissa and Liam’s form, stretched out on his couch,
looking damn smug. He’d need to get to the bottom of that later.
His sister was off-fucking-limits and Liam should have known
better. But Cole stood and followed Marissa into the laundry off
the kitchen. She slid the pocket door closed behind them.

“Do I want to know what happened between you
and Liam last night?”

Her lips twitched as she fought a smile.
“Probably not.”

“Fuck Rissa.” He crossed his arms over his
chest and glared. “That’s not what I brought you in here to
discuss.” Her hands flew to her hips. “I want to talk about what’s
going on between you and Savannah.”

He shook his head. He wouldn’t go there with
Marissa. He wouldn’t even go there in his own mind, and there was
no point in talking about something he didn’t even understand.
“Nothing to talk about. She needed a place to stay — I gave her
one. You already know that. End of story.”

“Cole, you’ve never been good at
relationships.”

“Exactly. So when are you going to stop
trying to set me up?”

She shook her head. “That’s not what I’m
talking about.”

He waited impatiently, tapping a bare foot
against the wood floor.

“You can’t deny that you’re different with
Savannah. You’re in tune with her emotions, her needs. I’ve never
seen you like this.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but found
himself speechless. He couldn’t deny he was in tune with Savannah;
he knew her body’s yearnings, read her emotions better than his
own. But it was only because she was in his care, and he took that
responsibility seriously. Perhaps he’d softened these past few
years watching his friends get married and have babies. And then
having Savannah in his life had pushed him over the edge. He drew a
deep breath. “Listen, Savannah has a job now, and she’s saving up
for her own apartment. I’m helping her out, sure, but this is a
temporary situation between us.” Even as he said the words, part of
him hoped they weren’t true.

Marissa frowned and shook her head. “That’s
what I was afraid of.” She patted his chest. “You, my brother, are
an idiot.”