Saving Savannah

“Alright then,” Roman said matter-of-factly. He looked me up and down, those penetrating brown eyes straying strategically and unapologetically over my body. I knew something bigger was coming. The warmth spreading in my belly told me well in advance.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

Four

SAVANNAH

Butterflies. Schoolgirl butterflies. They fluttered against my insides, sending electric shivers from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine.

Even so, I didn’t hesitate.

In for a penny…

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against Roman’s full, beautiful mouth. He was kissing me back in an instant. Cradling the side of my face in one strong, gentle hand, while his mouth churned and his jaw rotated against mine.

In for a…

I gasped as his hand sifted its way into my hair. His tongue slipped past my lips, probing against mine, and my whole body came alive with fireworks.

Holy shit.

It felt absolutely incredible! Like a billion nerve endings exploding all at once, sending waves of pleasure rippling through my brain. My eyes closed, as my hands wandered his thick, corded arms. I could feel the muscles there, coiled just beneath his warm, mocha-colored skin.

This… This is probably…

I didn’t know what it was. I only knew I wanted more of it. That I wanted to keep on kissing him, over and over again. I wanted him to keep holding me, to pull me tightly against his chest with those big, beautiful arms…

“A—Ahem!”

The sound of someone clearing their throat jolted us back to reality. I settled backward, returning to my pillow. My mouth remained half open, my lips still swollen and wet from having practically just made out with this gorgeous, dark-haired stranger.

Practically?

“Wow,” I heard Erik say. “Holy… just wow.”

“My turn,” said Zane immediately. I was still reeling, though. Still flushed with embarrassment and excitement and—

“I dare you to kiss me, also.”

My heart was pounding. The butterflies in my stomach had been replaced by a roller-coaster, as I snorted theatrically. “Yeah, right.”

One look in his sky-blue eyes told me he wasn’t kidding. The others dropped back a bit, leaving the two of us just staring at each other. Zane leaned forward on two long arms. As our faces drew nearer, I realized I was already falling forward myself.

What in the world—

Our lips met, and I was kissing him too. Not just kissing but exploring him, running my

hands over his shoulders as he took me into his arms.

This isn’t just kissing.

It was and it wasn’t. We were certainly kissing — there was no mistake about that. But our hands began roaming like they had minds of their own. I could feel a warm palm sliding down my back. It pierced the waistband of my jeans, stopping only to cup one globe of my smooth, bare ass.

“It’s a G-string,” I murmured into Zane’s beautiful mouth, as I felt him feeling around. “Don’t get excited or anything.”

I couldn’t believe how bold he was… until I took stock of my own situation. I had one arm draped over his shoulder, twirling at the long blond hair at the back of his head. The other was busy tracing itself over his lithe, wonderful chest. Feeling the hard edges of his two big pectorals, before turning palm-side down as I slid even lower, to test every ridge and ripple of his hard, six-pack abdominals beneath my fingertips.

Whoa…