fling when we were kids? Think of the other guy. Even if he didn’t hurt you, even if you stayed friends, if Nathan found out, he’d kill him.”
I wasn’t wrong, and I wasn’t exaggerating, I could tell by her expression she knew it was true.
Nathan wouldn’t hurt me. I was his brother. The worst he’d do was ice me out. This brilliant idea, hooking up with Savy, was literally the stupidest thing I’d do. Ever. Said the guy who had a tattoo of a swallow two inches above his dick.
There was no way I’d let her do this with anyone else, so...there was no backtracking. She wanted this, and I was going to give it to her. Figuratively give it to her, I mean.
“I don’t want a pity fuck.”
I jerked back like she’d slapped me, surprised she thought that of me and her casual use of the word fuck. “Number one, I don’t pity you. I feel for you. I empathize with you. Number two, I never once said I was going to fuck you.” I wouldn’t do that to her. I’d decided the limits of our “fling” about two minutes after I’d decided to be her “hook-up.” For Savy, having full-on sex should be something special. I’d never take that opportunity from her. It needed to go to someone she loved, someone she wanted a life with. We had no future. When the summer ended and we went our separate ways, we’d be over. It wasn’t ideal, but it was a compromise I’d force myself to live with. For her. When this summer was no more than a faded memory for Savy, I’d still have a scar on my heart since we could never be anything more. “Either you take what I’m offering, or you can go find someone else. Alone. I won’t be a part of you getting hurt.”
She pulled her lower lip through her teeth, her eyes on where our hands were connected. “I don’t want you to, um, I just, uh, I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to. Okay? I know I’m not your type, and I know I’m just a kid in your eyes and—”
I pulled her to me, snaking my hand behind her neck, and put my lips on hers. I let go of her hand and put my palm right above her perfect toned ass. I pressed her body against mine, letting her feel exactly how much she was so my type I couldn’t’ve conjured up anyone better.
After a few long moments holding her to me, I pulled back slightly, keeping her body right where it was. “Savy, you are gorgeous. You are funny and you’re smart. You have a wild streak in you about a mile wide that’s begging to be let loose, baby. I want you. Even though I shouldn’t, even though it’s wrong. I want to touch you, kiss you, fucking taste you. Don’t ever for a second think that this is me doing you a favor. This is me doing myself one.”
“So you’re really going to be my fling?” Her question was spoken in a soft whisper.
I nodded. “Two months. You and I doing whatever you want to do for the next sixty days. Then I leave for school, and so do you and Nathan.” We had an end date. We’d go into this knowing it wasn’t forever. I told myself it would make it all so much easier. Yeah. Like I believed that. “You game?” This was the stupidest, most dangerous thing I’d done in my entire life. Yet, I was fucking pumped.
“Yes.” She answered me without hesitation, her response like air across my lips.
I fused my mouth back to hers, my hands on her jaw. I nipped at her lower lip that she loved to bite so much. I used her tiny gasp of shock to my advantage, slipping my tongue in her mouth. I angled her head back, towering over her and taking our kiss deeper. Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer.
“Tell me how far you want to go today, wild one?” I needed to know my limit, because the longer I kissed her, the more I wanted. She might be new at this, but kissing her...it was the best kiss of my life.
“Keep kissing me, please.”
I walked her backward, into the cool shade of the woods. It was hot outside, and getting hotter by the second. I pushed her against a large tree and then started devouring her.