Page 37 of Between Never and Forever
“So?” She releases one of my hands, then twirls herself in a circle before spinning into my chest in a way that wraps my arm around her. “We can pretend.”
Once again, we’re so close that I can feel her breath on my skin. If I bent down just a few inches, I could kiss her. I’ll do anything she wants to in this moment. I’ll dance for hours with no music, just the memories of her on stage replaying in my head. Anything she asks. I’m that tangled up in her.
We both jump when actual music starts to play, and we look up the beach to see a Jeep rolling slowly toward us, stereo turned all the way up. Jonah jogs to the vehicle and slaps hands with whoever’s driving, and then I look back at Savannah.
“Now we don’t have to pretend,” she says.
Her body starts to sway back and forth to the music, and something about her movements tells me whatever Torren gave her is already starting to take hold. She lifts her arms above her head and rotates her hips. It’s languid and hypnotic, and when she reaches out and places my hands on her waist, I almost feel high, too.
“Now we can do it for real.”
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My body tingles.
For hours or minutes, I can’t tell. I’m humming, buzzing. A neon sign. A flowing web of kinetic energy. Every movement creates waves of color. Every touch an explosion of sensations.
The delicate skin at my waist vibrates where he rests his hands, emanating to every sensitive, intimate spot. Behind my ear. The nape of my neck. Between my legs. My hard nipples rub at the fabric of my bra, and I want more.
A giggle bubbles out of me.
I laugh and laugh, blissful, then press closer, needing his skin on mine. Needing to erase the colorful waves that separate us.
“Are you okay?”
His voice is low. Low and so, so sweet. He’s always been so sweet. His concern for me. His care. His deep timbre echoes around me, blanketing me, and I breathe it in. I press my hands to his chest, feel his skin mold with mine through thin cotton, then wrap my arms around his neck.
“Sav.”
He’s at my ear. Inside my head. I lean my whole body on him. I want to melt into him. He laughs, his chest rumbling against mine, and I moan. The way it feels against my nipples. My pussy. Everything pulses in the most delicious way.
“Do you want to sit?”
“Mmmm.” I press my nose into his neck. “You smell good.”
His throat contracts. I can hear his hard swallow. I kiss his Adam’s apple, and his body quakes. I want more.
I gaze up at him. His halo of stars is bright, making his handsome face glow. His eyebrows are slanted. His full lips are downturned, and I run my fingers over them.
I remember this mouth.
“So stern.” I rub my thumb back and forth over his plush lower lip. “But so soft.”
Out of curiosity, I push my thumb into his mouth, and mine opens on a gasp when he sucks, the pad of my thumb caressed by his hot tongue. His fingers dig into my sides, sinking through the soft flesh and tickling. Something firm presses into my hip, and I press back. I drag the pad of my thumb over his bottom teeth and a whimper escapes. Mine? His? I’m not sure, but Ifeelit.
Slowly, smoothly, I slide my thumb from his mouth and into mine. I want to taste him. Want to feel what he felt. I imagine my thumb as his. My mouth as his. My head clouds with more colorful waves—a thicker, more liquid sensation—and I rise on my tiptoes, fusing our lips together.
He opens, and I’m awash in the flavor of him.
Citrus lips. Whiskey tongue.
So soft. So soft.
I’m spinning around him. We’re spinning together. The breeze tickles my skin, cooling every place that he heats. I seek out his tongue, in and out, to the tune of the surf ebbing and flowing. I latch onto his body. I pull him close. Closer. Closer still.
“Slow down.”
The soft words dance over my face, leaving me cold, and I hear him chuckle.
