From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397

My teeth grazed her lower lip, tugging just enough to sting, and she moaned, her body arching into mine without thought,

“Christ, Lizzie, I rasped, my mouth hot against the sensitive skin below her ear. My hands slid under her sweater, skimming her ribs, my thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. “You feel fucking incredible.”

She moaned in response, arching into my touch, the coil inside her winding tighter. It was hot, messy, and desperate.

My lips found hers again, hungry, demanding. My tongue swept into her mouth, claiming, exploring. She kissed me back with equal fervor, losing her fingers in my hair. My hands moved lower, gripping her ass, pulling her harder against the rigid bulge in my jeans.

“Fuck. I’m hard for you, Elizabeth,” I growled against her mouth, my palm sliding up to cup her breast throug The lace bra offered no resistance, the peak already tight and aching, and she cried out when I pinched it, the si her thighs. “You can feel it, can’t you?”

umb flicking over her nipple.

Sure–pain shooting straight between

Elizabeth’s face burned. She was wet. I could practically smell her arousal. She had been since I walked in, since I made my intentions known.

Her hands fisted in my shirt, yanking me closer, her hips rolling instinctively against the hard ridge of my cock. “Reese-”

“Shh.” My lips trailed down her throat, teeth scraping over her pulse point before I sucked, hard enough to leave a mark.

My hands were everywhere–one kneading her breast, the other slipping beneath the hem of her sweater, fingers sliding over the damp heat of her panties. “You’re mine for the rest of the day. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped, the words tumbling out before she could stop them.

I chuckled, hooking her thigh over my waist as I unzipped my jeans “Damn right you are.”

She felt my fingers fumbling at my waistband, and heard the rasp of my zipper starting to give way. Then suddenly, panic–sharp and sudden–sliced through

the haze of desire.

“Wait, she breathed, breaking the kiss, pressing her forehead against mine. Her voice was shaky. “Not here. Not like this. Bed. Please.”

I paused, my breath coming in harsh pants against her skin. I searched her face, my entire body clouded with lust and a flicker of confusion. “Bed,” I repeated, the word rough. “As you wish.”

I didn’t argue.

In one smooth motion, I hooked an arm under her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her easily. She clung to my neck as I carried her to the bed. I laid her down gently on the sheets and pulled out the condom from my pocket and dropped it on the nightstand.

I followed her down, my body covering hers, reclaiming her mouth with a hunger that stole her breath. My hands were everywhere–at the hem of her sweater, dragging it upward in one rough motion. She lifted her arms on instinct, letting me peel it off, the cool air hitting her skin a shock after the heat of my body.

The sweater dropped to the floor, leaving her in nothing but the flimsy black lace bra and matching panties, the fabric already damp with arousal.

My breath hitched, my gaze raking over her, lingering on the way her nipples pressed against the lace, the flush spreading down her chest.

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Chapter 397

“Elizabeth.” My voice was rough, almost pained. “You’re a fucking temptress.”

She didn’t have time to

respond

before my

mouth was on her again, crashing into hers

my

pped

835. 835.

I unhooked her bra

I

groaned as she

finally

and pushed her

freed

me

her legs. panties down

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