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But wasn’t that just it?
They were there for one thing and one thing only.
Savannah sucked in a sharp breath, and she stepped forward. She cupped the side of Fallon’s cheek, lifted up on her toes, and pressed their mouths together. Fallon moaned. The sound shifted things in Savannah’s body, things that she’d once thought were dead, things that had sprouted to life suddenly in the last few weeks, things that yelled to be caressed.
Fallon threaded her fingers into Savannah’s hair, pulling her in even closer. Savannah stumbled, but Fallon didn’t stop. She dragged Savannah into the apartment and shut the door behind her, locking it. The three clicks from the different locks were so distinct and perfect. They sealed everything that Savannah had been afraid of away in a safe where they couldn’t be accessed.
Pressing Savannah into the wall next to the door, Fallon parted her mouth and nipped at Savannah’s lower lip, sucking it, teasing it. Her breath was hot. Savannah’s heart rampaged a beat that she knew was unsustainable. But she couldn’t catch herself.
She was floating on ecstasy and excitement.
She was lost in the anticipation of exactly what Fallon had told her was going to happen.
“Fallon,” Savannah murmured, purposely sliding her hand down the front of Fallon’s shirt, over her breast, and onto her thin waist.
Their mouths were pressed together again, firmly, confidently. Savannah’s eyes fluttered shut, and she used her body to feel, she let her body be her guide. Whining, Savannah didn’t want Fallon to stop. But Fallon pulled back, her lips twitching into that patented smile she had.
“I can’t wait to sink into you,” Fallon murmured, her lips brushing against Savannah’s.
“Then what are we waiting for?” Savannah asked, finding confidence she didn’t know she had.
“Absolutely nothing.”
eleven
Savannah was here.
Fallon nearly couldn’t believe it. After weeks of texting and a random phone call here and there, she hadn’t expected anything to go beyond what they’d already established. But here Savannah was—warm, hot, and writhing in Fallon’s grasp.
Their mouths were still pressed together. They were still standing by the door. Fallon hadn’t made a single move to take them anywhere else yet. She hadn’t been expecting this. Parting her lips, she slid her tongue along Savannah’s mouth. She sucked in a sharp breath when Savannah met her move for move.
They hadn’t even gotten very deep into the discussion of what each of them wanted or liked yet, but Savannah was here. Fallon still struggled just to believe it, to accept it. Her dreams had been vivid and wild, and she’d been unable to contain them every night when she went to sleep.
Fallon trailed her palm across Savannah’s shoulder and onto the center of her chest with purpose. She spread her fingers and cupped Savannah’s breast, squeezing gently before letting go and wrapping her hands around the back of Savannah’s neckand pulling her in closer again. Fallon didn’t want to let her go, not now that she wasfinallyhere.
“Touch me, Fallon,” Savannah murmured, jutting her hips out into Fallon’s body. “Just touch me already.”
Fallon moved her hand back down to Savannah’s breast, massaging her while never allowing their lips to leave each other. Savannah, however, had other ideas. She maneuvered her hands between their bodies and pulled at the button of her jeans, sliding them over her scrumptious hips and down to her thick thighs.
On instinct, Fallon dropped her free hand down to where she thought Savannah’s underwear was going to be and instead found nothing but smooth hot flesh. Renewed with energy, Fallon immediately pressed her palm between Savannah’s thighs, cupping her. The amount of heat radiating from her was impossible—at least Fallon had once thought it would be.
“Rub me, put your fingers in me—I don’t care, Fallon, but you better fucking touch me.”
Not one to be told directions more than once, Fallon pressed her middle finger into Savannah’s wet heat. She slid her finger slowly, gathering as much moisture as she possibly could before fumbling around for a few seconds to find Savannah’s clit. Fallon knew she hit the right spot when Savannah let out a little sigh and her eyes fluttered shut.
Pressing kisses down Savannah’s neck, sucking her skin and scraping it with her teeth, Fallon rubbed back and forth with two fingers until the moisture she’d gathered had dried out. Instinctively, she dipped her fingers back down for more, glad to find that Savannah was wetter than she’d been before.
Savannah reached around Fallon’s back, pressing one hand into Fallon’s shoulder and the other deep into Fallon’s hair. Savannah could barely hold still. It wasn’t just her hands moving and exploring. Her legs shook, her hips circled and moved,her face scrunched and relaxed with pleasure. Completely entranced, Fallon started the same pattern again, this time faster and harder. Savannah parted her legs as much as her jeans would allow her to, and Fallon pressed a hand to the small of her back to encourage a better angle for the both of them.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of this,” Fallon said into Savannah’s neck, once again scraping her teeth before kissing the angry skin.
Savannah didn’t answer. Fallon moved back slightly so she could look into Savannah’s eyes, and she found her lost in arousal. Fallon’s lips pulled upward as she pressed her mouth to Savannah’s in a quick embrace before she moved in again and tangled their tongues together.
Fallon stayed right where she was, teasing and holding Savannah. Savannah whimpered, and then moaned. Her entire body writhed under Fallon’s touch, as if it was impossible for her to hold still. Fallon would feel the same way if it was Savannah who was touching her. When—she corrected. When Savannah touched her. Because they would get there.
Fallon would make sure of it.
Savannah broke the kiss, scrunching her nose as a wondrous noise escaped her lips and she threw her head back into the wall behind her. “Fallon.”
