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“If I am, I promise you she’s enjoying it,” Savannah replied wryly, her breath hitching and there was a splutter of a woman’s laugh from outside the door.
“Noah, they’re fucking,” Coral’s voice came. “Now, are you going to come home with me tonight or not?”
Brynn laughed too, making Savannah jump, and she tugged on her thighs to pull her back against her mouth, swirling her tongue so softly that Savannah moaned and chased the sensation. She pulled back further, her tongue just a tease, and Savannah cried out in frustration. Brynn kept her just on the brink, the feather light promise of more until Savannah convulsed, cried out and convulsed again, still chasing the friction. When she felt Savannah’s thighs tense up she knew she had her where she wanted her, and kept up the same impossibly light flicker as Savannah started to come. And then come. And then come some more. Brynn didn’t let up until Savannah cried out in exhausted surrender and pulled away, collapsing on top of her, limp, trembling and breathless.
“Are you finally ready to take me home with you?” Brynn whispered as she held her tightly. “Because this couch is small and we have a lot of catching up to do.”
Chapter Thirty
Savannah’s back hit the inside of her hotel room door as Brynn kissed her. Brynn kissed like she did everything else - with intense passion and skill - and Savannah was overwhelmed with sensation. It was such a shift, from steely silence and sharp absence to this - Brynn’s firm body holding her pinned - that Savannah almost expected her to melt into an apparition, leaving her alone and bereft like she was before.
“I can’t believe this is real,” Brynn murmured into her skin, apparently reading her mind. “I’ve never stopped wanting you,” she whispered and Savannah got goosebumps. Brynn’s strong thigh slipped between hers and she ground against her, already wet and needy all over again. Suddenly, Brynn sprang back in the dim light.
“Holy shit, where does Tucker sleep?”
“Relax,” Savannah smiled. “He’s in the adjoining room with Lane.”
Brynn stayed ramrod straight.
“And the door locks?”
“Yes, Brynn,” she pushed herself up off the door, stepping closer, “it locks.”
“Thank god,” Brynn sighed, taking her by the hand and pulling her back in to kiss. “In that case…” she unzipped Savannah’s dress, letting the gold pool on the floor around her feet, her eyes dark with hunger.
Savannah shivered, pulling at Brynn’s clothes until she had her back down to the black lace she’d been mesmerized by back in the dressing room. She cupped Brynn’s breast with her hand, feeling the hard nipple pebble, then bent her head to bite her through the lace. Brynn was here, real, her skin warm, her scent heady and even though she’d already made Savannah come harder than she’d come in years - twice in fact - she was nowhere near sated.
It had been a long damn time.
Brynn’s breath was short, her hands gripping tight to her bare hips as Savannah undid the scrap of lace that was in her damn way, her lips slipping around a firm nipple, feeling Brynn jolt with pleasure. Her body was lean, tanned and strong and Savannah felt lightheaded with the potential that had been sparking between them for so long. How had she ever resisted this?
“Bed,” Brynn gasped, apparently of the same mind, “now.”
It felt so incredibly indulgent to have Brynn in her bed that it was almost wicked. Savannah pulled her on top, luxuriating in her long, muscular body, her smooth skin, the heat of her and they writhed together, thighs intertwined, hips pressing, kissing breathlessly. God, she was so warm, Savannah could die, already desperate for her touch.
“Wait,” said Brynn, pulling away, despite Savannah’s protest. She backed away from the bed, her eyes on Savannah’s, teeth sunk deep into her lower lip. “Listen, I don’t know how you feel about this, but…”
She left the words hanging as she crossed the room to go and unzip her overnight bag. Savannah propped herself up on her elbows to watch, as Brynn pulled out a smaller silk bag. She found herself entirely distracted by the unbeatable sight of Brynn Marshall in nothing but a pair of black lace panties, so it took a moment for her brain to catch up. Brynn was almost back to bed, her eyebrows raised in question, watching her where she lay - naked and extremely ready - when Savannah finally clocked the black leather harness and sizable strap-on in Brynn’s hand.
She sat up abruptly.
“You came prepared,” she said, trying extremely hard to sound offended. “You were that sure you would manage to seduce me.”
Brynn laughed.
“I absolutely was not.” She cocked her head questioningly, watching closely as Savannah nodded fast and adamant. She stood up to fit the harness. “I knew being with you tonight was a hell of a long shot. But on the off-chance I got what I wanted… it’s been a fucking year, Savannah.” She fitted the cock into place and stood up. Savannah lay back. She bit her lip, hard, at how Brynn looked with it on: intent and dangerous and very fucking sexy. “I’ve had far too long to think about all the ways I want you.”
“And?” The word came out more breath than sound.
Brynn looked down at her, her eyes raking her body hungrily.
“Put your arms above your head,” she said quietly, and Savannah whimpered. Biting her lip, she surrendered like she’d been told. Brynn took in a sharp breath as she looked at her. She took her time. There was lube - entirely unnecessarily, of that Savannah was sure - Brynn’s body holding her thighs wide. As she pushed inside her agonizingly slowly, she watched Savannah’s face intently as she gasped. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn pretty like this,” she murmured, her hips pressing in and Savannah struggled to breathe.
“You know you’ve got… quite the opinion of yourself,” she managed, looking down toward the thick toy being pushed inside her and spasmed at the erotic sight.
“Mmm,” Brynn was looking too, her gaze hazy with sex. “I think you can take it for me, baby.”
Savannah made an embarrassing sound at the soft word dropped from Brynn’s full lips with such heat. She wrapped her legs around Brynn’s waist and pulled her all the way home, her hips bucking in greedy demand.
