Savannah was dressed in just a pair of panties and a tank top. She looked so innocent, yet completely f**king sexy, it made him even harder. Her lips were parted, pulling in shallow breaths and her eyes were dark with desire.
Savannah just stood watching them for several minutes, her eyes never wavering from his, until Sali gave a little shout and then climbed off of him. Savannah turned and ran for her bedroom.
“Did you finish?” Sali asked.
“Yeah,” he choked out. He doubted she’d check the condom for evidence. He peeled it off and wrapped it in tissue, hoping to keep up the ruse that it was full, and threw it in the waste basket beside his bed. There was no way he was going to be able to come with Sali. Unless he replaced the image of Sali with Savannah, but God he couldn’t think like that. It wasn’t right.
“Hey, I hope you don’t mind.” Sali threw her top on over her head. “But I don’t like to stick around after, so I already texted my roommate to come get me and she’s here.” She held up her phone, the flashing blue light indicating a new message.
Cole didn’t plan on trying to talk her into staying. “Yeah okay. Well, thanks.”
“No problem, sexy. That was fun, yeah?” Sali slipped on the rest of her clothes, while Cole stepped into a pair of jeans.
After seeing Sali out, Cole stood in the dark entryway completely bewildered and out of sorts. He cursed and fought the urge to punch the wall. He caught his reflection in the hallway mirror, and the pale, haunted man staring back at him was almost unrecognizable. He didn’t know why he had thought it had been okay to bring Sali home, because it most certainly was not f**king okay. Not at all. He had sobered up the instant Savannah’s eyes met his.
He took a deep breath and approached her bedroom door, which was left cracked open. He found Savannah sitting in the center of her bed, still dressed in just a pair of panties and white tank. Her gaze was cast down, and the sadness in her pose, the limp slump of her shoulders hit him like a physical pain in the chest. “Savannah.” His voice broke and the ache in his chest made it difficult to breathe. Not getting any response from her, he approached the bed.
Savannah’s eyes followed his feet across the carpet, until he was standing at the end of her bed. She looked up at him, chewing on her bottom lip. She watched him like he was some wild creature. Her lips were parted, her eyes wide, and her breathing shallow.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Wide green eyes studied his. She nodded slowly. Her gaze lowered, lingering across his bare chest and stomach and stopping at the waist band of his jeans, which he’d left unbuttoned in his haste to get Sali out the door.
Her hands toyed with the edge of her tank top, and Cole’s lungs tightened. What was she… She lifted the top, exposing the soft skin of her belly and continued raising it slowly until her br**sts came into view. Cole couldn’t help but follow her movements. He bit his lip and looked down at her. Soft milky skin and pale pink ni**les, tightening in the cool air. Fuck, she was perfect, better than his imagination. He swallowed roughly.
“You can’t do that, Savannah.” He reached for the discarded shirt and handed it back to her.
She accepted the shirt from him, only to throw it across the room. Damn, she was severely overestimating his self-control. He’d give his next breath just to taste her beautiful tits.
“Savannah,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “Get dressed.” His command sounded weak even to his own ears.
She sucked her lip into her mouth rolled over with a huff, lying on her stomach and burying her face in the pillow.
Why did she seem hurt? He curled his hands into fists, then straightened them and sat next to her on the bed.
Her fine little ass was on full display in the barely there pink panties that made appearances in his dreams. His breath caught as he took in the sight of the shapely, round globes of her ass, just begging for his attention.
He placed his hand on her bare back, rubbing the skin between her shoulder blades with his thumb. She turned her head to the side, resting one cheek against the pillow so she could look up at him. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I shouldn’t have brought her home.”
“Then why did you?” she challenged.
Because he’d been thinking with his dick. But he couldn’t say that to Savannah, so he didn’t say anything, and she didn’t press him. He continued running his palm along her back.
“Are you going to do that to me — what you did to her?” she asked.
“No,” his voice came out impossibly tight. “You’re safe with me, Savannah. I won’t hurt you.”
She chewed on her lip. “It didn’t look like you were hurting her.” She batted her eyelashes.
“Savannah stop,” he pleaded.
“Unless she was hurting you…” her brow creased. He remembered the way Sali had ridden him — hard and fast, just the balls of her feet on the bed, her hands pressed onto his pecs as she bounced against him.
“No,” he choked out. God, she really didn’t know anything about sex.
He couldn’t resist running his fingertips down her back, over her spine and up to her neck again. It was a touch meant to sooth her, so why the hell was it turning him on?
He wanted to ask why she’d watched them, but held back, not sure he could handle the answer. “Savannah? Tell me what’s wrong,” he coaxed, carefully rubbing her bare back, but she remained still and quiet. He trailed his fingertips up to her shoulders, then back down to where her lower back dipped in. He let his hands venture farther, just to the edge of her panties, before sweeping his fingers up her spine again. He felt her breathing shallow out and grow faster.