From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 396

Chapter 396

Chapter 225: As You Wish

Reese

Roman and his fiancée were already on the road to her hometown. If everything unfolded the way he planned, we’d be heading to Blackwood Manor within

the next few days.

Which meant I was going home. As promised to my brother, Alex.

And technically, it also meant I would probably never see Elizabeth again.

a the mess trailing behind us like Maybe she’d come with us to the manor. Maybe not. Roman might change his mind after everything–after Serena, smoke. But even if Elizabeth did come, it would be different. Controlled. Watched. I’m sure Roman would send her away before things even began going

wrong.

So yes–as the selfish bastard that I am–I decided to take what she’d been offering me so freely.

Just once.

I lifted my hand and knocked on her door.

“Reese?” Her voice floated through the wood, soft and surprised. “Is that you?”

“Open up, Elizabeth,” I said quietly. “It’s me.”

“Give me a second.”

I heard her footsteps, light and hurried, then the click of the lock. The door opened and there she was

An oversized sweater slid carelessly off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin that made my jaw tighten. Her hair was loose, falling around her face and down her back in soft waves, glasses perched on her nose like she hadn’t expected company.

My body reacted instantly. Blood rushing south. A sharp, aching awareness settling low in my gut.

“Do you need something?” she asked, brows knitting in confusion.

“Yes.”

She blinked once. “What?”

“You.”

stepped forward, crossing the threshold. She retreated instinctively, took two slow steps back, her teeth catching her bottom lip as if she’d just realized how close we were to something dangerous.

1 shut the door behind me.

“You wanted me, Elizabeth,” I said, my voice lower now. “I’m here to offer myself.”

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Her breath hitched. “You mean you-

“Yes.” I didn’t let her finish. “Let’s have

X, Elizabeth. I’m

g for you. Badly,”

A smile curved her lips–soft, triumphant, a little breathless. “Thought you’d never give in.”

“How could I not?” I murmured.

She hesitated just long enough to ask, “Do you… have a condom? I don’t have one here.”

I nodded. “I came prepared.”

That earned me a quiet laugh, then she stepped closer until there was barely an inch of air between us. Her palms p curling into my shirt as she rose onto her toes.

Her lips brushed mine first–tentative, testing.

against my chest, fingers

Something in my chest snapped.

I slid an arm around her waist and pulled her in, deepening the kiss. Her mouth softened under mine, warm and eager, parting just enough to invite me closer. I took my time, kissing her slowly, deliberately, like I was memorizing her.

She made a small sound–barely more than a breath–and tilted her head, fitting herself to me. Her fingers fisted in my shirt as if she was afraid I might disappear if she let go.

I kissed her again. And again. Lingering. Unrushed. My thumb brushed along her jaw, tracing the edge of her cheek, and she shivered at the touch.

When I finally pulled back, our foreheads rested together, breaths tangled. There was no going back now.

And she knew it.

Her hands flew to my shoulders, nails digging in through the fabric of soft thud.

my

shirt

as I walked her backward, step by step, until her spine hit the wall with a

The impact knocked a whimper from her throat, but I swallowed it, kissing her deeper, harder, my free hand sliding down to grip her hip, fingers splaying possessively over the curve of her ass.

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I bet she could feel me through my jeans, thick and hard as fuck, pressing against her stomach as I ground into her, the friction maddening even through the layers of fabric.