Return To Sender (The Hart Brothers #2) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,33

felt like I was floating in the air. He made the room magical and he made me forget all the worries in my head.

“I want you, Savannah. I want you so badly. I want to taste you. I want to kiss you. I want to fuck you, all night long.”

“Wow, tell me what you really want.” I teased as I pulled away from him. “We need to talk.”

“Can’t it wait?” His hand slid up to my breast. “I’m not sure I can focus on talking right now.”

“So you want to fuck me while you’re still all dirty and full of mud and blood?” I wrinkled my nose. “Have you even had a shower yet?”

“Oops, I forgot I was dirty.” He chuckled and pulled his shirt off. I stared at his bare chest and swallowed hard. Man, he was hot. Why was he so hot? How was a girl like me supposed to concentrate and keep her cool when presented with a specimen like this? “Too dirty for you to do the dirty with me?”

“You’re making an assumption that I’m going to sleep with you whether you’re clean or dirty.”

“I think you want me as well.” His fingers brushed against my hardening nipple.

“Hmmm, what are you doing back already?” I frowned. “I thought you were going to be hours. I’ve barely been back twenty minutes and I’m meant to meet up with Lucy in a bit.”

“Well, text her and tell her to wait.”

“You didn’t answer my question. How come you’re back already?”

“I didn’t want you to leave.” He tugged on my top and I raised my hands so he could pull it off. “I didn’t want you to be stubborn and try and teach me a lesson just because I wanted to go hunting.”

“It’s not about you going hunting.” I gasped as his fingers pulled the front of my bra down and my breast escaped from its cover. “It’s about you...” I moaned as his lips fell to my nipple and he sucked. “Wade...” I moaned. “We can’t do this right now. I have to meet up with Lucy.” I tugged on his unkempt hair, which caused him to suckle down on my nipple even harder. “Wade.” I moaned, an intense pleasure coursing through me.

“Tell me you don’t want me.”

“I don’t.” I cried out as his hand came down between my legs and he rubbed me lightly.

“Okay then.” He stepped back and let me go completely. “Do you want to shower first or should I?”

“Huh?” I felt slightly dazed.

“Or we could shower together.” His fingers brushed against my trembling lips and then he grabbed my hand and brought my index finger to his lips. He licked the tip of my Finger and sucked on it lightly, causing a moisture to fill my panties.

“But that’s only if you want me to make you feel good.”

“I don’t need you to make myself feel good.”

“Oh yeah?” He pulled me towards him roughly so that I could feel his very hard erection against my stomach. “Who else has been making you feel good?”

“I don’t need any…”

“Was it Gordon?”

“No, it wasn’t Gordon.” I snapped, annoyed. “I can make myself feel good, by the way, I don’t need you or any other man.”

“I know you can make yourself feel good by yourself, but can you do it without images of me in your head.”

“Yes,” I lied. Images of our naked bodies pressed together, suddenly filling my head.

“Liar.” He laughed as he kissed the side of my neck. “I bet when you last played with yourself you were thinking of me. I bet you were imagining my thick fingers on you, in you, touching you, wanting you. I bet you were thinking of my cock inside of you, making you come. I can feel you trembling right now just thinking about it.”

“Do you only think about sex?”

“No, but when I’m with you, I can’t help it.” He unclasped my bra and it fell to the ground. My breasts pressed against his chest and his warm hands ran up and down my back, massaging the knots of tension out of my muscles. My hands pressed against his chest and my fingers traced a line of dirt along his collarbone. For some crazy reason I wanted to kiss him and taste him. I couldn’t believe that I wanted to press my lips against the dirt. It was feeling unlike any I’d had before.

“Hey Savannah,” Lucy walked into the room. “Did you call me, I heard you…oh.” Her eyes widened as