Page 56 of Where We Met

I look over at her. "What the hell are you doing?"

She lifts her eyebrows suggestively. "Only the same thing you tried to do to me this morning at breakfast. And now you won't even tell me where we're going. You aren't the only one who gets to have fun on this trip."

Her hand moves up and down my hardening length, making my hands grip the steering wheel in a vice grip.

"Fuck, Savannah. Cut it out," I growl.

My command has the opposite effect, only seeming to spur her on as she unzips my jeans and pulls my dick out of my pants, stroking up and down slowly.

"Dammit, princess. I'm serious," I warn her.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to stop me?" she asks as she tightens her grip and runs her thumb over my tip.

I look at her, knowing she's got me there becausehell no,I'm not going to stop her. The most beautiful woman I've ever met has her hand wrapped around me as I cruise down a highway in Italy. I think any other man would punch me if they found out I actually stopped her.

Now it's my turn to throw my head back against the seat in frustration. "No."

I do my best to focus on the road, knowing that my first priority is this woman's safety.

She leans over the seat, and as soon as her mouth wraps around my dick, I let out a loud groan. "Fuck. You're full of surprises."

She looks up at me with fluttering eyes while her mouth is filled with my cock. It's damn well the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

Her lips are suctioned around me with such force I think I may pass out from how good it feels. She starts to work up and down my length, her tongue gliding along with her. When she pops off me, she peers up and smiles.

"Your dick is really thick. I think my jaw might hurt after this."

Those are her only words before she wraps those pretty pink lips back around me. When she starts to really pump up and down, I wrap my hand in her hair and squeeze, encouraging her to keep doing what she’s doing.

"Fuck, just like that."

I'm a mess of dirty words and crazy noises as she brings me to the edge. Once I'm there, I use her hair like she's my puppet and work her how I want her.

She groans at my control which is when I lose it and shoot into her mouth. My entire body feels like it's floating on a cloud when she pulls away and situates herself in her seat like nothing happened.

"You'll pay for that," I tell her.

"We'll see about that," she replies.

If she's intimidated or scared by my warning, she doesn't show it. Although, if I think about it, what the hell am I complaining about? Despite being terrified of crashing and putting her in harm’s way, it was fucking incredible.

Some girls have given up when they see how thick I am, but not Savannah. She took it like a champ, almost like she was even excited by it.

As we get closer to, I decide it might be time to tell her where we're going. With all the amazing Tuscan hills we've seen since we've been here, I thought she might appreciate seeing something a bit different.

"You ready to find out where we're going?" I ask, glancing over at her, and her smile is the only answer I need. "Ever seen Michelangelo's David up close?" I say, hoping she understands my hint.

She straightens herself in her seat as a look of excitement flashes across her face. "Florence?"

I nod my head, confirming her question with a grin, and she squeals.

"We're gonna start with seeing David and then go to the Cathedral. After that, I managed to score us a reservation at the amazing La Giostra."

She reaches over and kisses my cheek. "Thank you."

I feel blissfully alive and happy.

I don't want to analyze what that small gesture makes me feel. I'm pretty sure it's deeper and more powerful than I've ever experienced.

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