18. Savvy
I’VE NEVER BEEN the type to have trouble sleeping. Ordinarily, I pass out and wake up eight (or ten) hours later, no meditating, pharmaceuticals, or sound machines required.
So, when I open my eyes to find the sky still dark outside my window, my brain takes a moment to come online. I lift my head, blinking hazily around at my silent bedroom as I try to figure out what woke me.
Then, I hear it.
Heavy footsteps on the carpeted stairs.
Instantly, I’m scrambling back against my headboard, a scream building in my throat. What do people do when there’s an intruder in their house? Is that something I’m supposed to know? Why don’t I keep a baseball bat next to my bed like in the movies? Should I try to call the police?
Before I can even reach for my phone, however, the door swings open and my intruder hits the lights, almost blinding me with the sudden brightness.
“Dar?” I shriek as I recognize the figure in the doorway, pressing my hands over my thundering heart.
He doesn’t look the least bit repentant for making me believe I was about to be murdered. The jerk just stands there in the doorway, dressed in the same dark blazer and white button-up shirt he left the house in, glowering down at me.
“What are you doing here—wait, how did you get in?”
“I broke one of the window panes beside the door,” he replies calmly, shrugging his blazer off and tossing atop my pink dresser with heart-shaped knobs.
I gape at him. “You broke into my house at”—I glance at the alarm clock—“two thirty in the morning?”
Dar’s fingers move to the buttons of his shirt as he toes off the black leather shoes I helped him select in his closet yesterday. Before I found out he was a complete lunatic.
His lip curls. “I just spent three hours in a rideshare with a driver named Toby. During this time, I heard all about his relationship with his mother, the best method for cooking corn-flavored popcorn, why he’s thinking of suing Netflix for stealing his idea for The fucking Crown, and was asked if I knew any biddies I could set him up with no less than four times.”
I splutter as the shirt joins his blazer on the dresser, still trying to comprehend what the hell is going on. “You weren’t supposed to be here until almost lunch!”
The belt goes next. “Take off your goddamn clothes, Savvy.” His voice is deathly calm and authoritative. Did I just step into the principal’s office?
“I—” I look down at the outline of my body beneath the sheets, then blink up at him again. “What?”
“Now.”
Shaking my head, I pull back the sheet. “I like to sleep naked.” I press my thighs together, gazing up at the dark, hungry look on his face.
Oh boy. Should I be finding this hot? Because it might be kind of hot.
Without another word, Dar reaches behind his head to remove his white T-shirt, tossing it to the floor and striding right to the end of my bed. I barely have time to appreciate the sight of him shirtless, wearing only a pair of low-slung dress pants, before he leans forward to grab each of my ankles, and pulls.
I squeak as my butt is dragged to the edge of the mattress. Dar moves between my legs, his gaze raking over my naked body spread open and exposed for him.
Goosebumps erupt over my arms and down my back.
“Dar,” I whine, and the fear and confusion I was filled with only a few seconds ago are ancient history. Future Savvy can get mad at him for scaring me to death. That’s her problem. At the moment, I’m experiencing a swift shift in priorities.
He doesn’t respond. Instead, with one last searing look up at me, Dar drops to his knees. “Eyes on me, little tornado. Watch me get a taste of my new favorite meal.”
My lips part, intending to say… something? It doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters, except the tall, dark-haired man between my legs and the way his hands tighten on the insides of my knees, holding me open so he can surge forward, sealing his mouth over my pussy. “Oh my god…” I gasp, already struggling to hold myself up, to watch like he told me to.
He’s so… into it.
Every time I whimper or twitch, Dar redoubles his efforts, groaning like my pleasure is his own. The crude, wet noises that he makes as he laps at my clit seem to settle in my bones. His enjoyment makes this ten times hotter, and when I reach down to wind my fingers through his hair, dragging him closer, he actually growls.
Part of me wonders if this is a dream, because nobody has ever touched me like this before. Ever. It’s hardly the first time I’ve had a man go down on me, but I always felt self-conscious, too worried that he wouldn’t like something about this to properly enjoy it.
Dar’s obvious enjoyment leaves no room for any of that now.
Two fingers find my entrance, curling to find my G-spot while he zeros in on my clit, alternating between sucking and teasing licks.
Dark eyes meet mine, and I gasp, my belly beginning to tighten.
“Dar!” I’ve lost the ability to say words other than his name, or maybe I just don’t want to. He’s everything and everywhere, working his tongue through my sex so hungrily, it’s like he’ll die if I don’t come.
The elbow supporting me gives up the fight, and I fall flat on my back, my body shaking with the force of what he’s pulling from me. I’m right there, chest heaving and both hands now tightening in Dar’s hair. Mindless of anything but the need to come, I buck against his mouth, instinctively trying to get closer to the source of my pleasure.
Then, without warning, he’s gone.
I cry out, looking up in time to see Dar roll back to his feet, letting my legs fall off the end of the bed. “I was so close!” There are actual tears of frustration in my eyes as I sit up, my thighs still spread.
“I’m aware.” Long fingers, still coated with my arousal, move to the button on his pants. My eyes catch on the intimidating ridge of his erection, which is straining violently against the material. “I think you’ll agree you deserved that, you little tease.” I’m about to protest this, but then his pants and boxers go as one, kicked off toward the corner.
Darwin Wilder is naked and scowling down at me in the same bedroom where I once doodled Mrs. Savvy Wilder on my notebooks and anxiously applied cherry Lip Smackers before going to his house for dinner. There’s a dusty, incomplete collection of his books on the shelf, and a miniature, glowing diagram of the moon, which he gave me for my thirteenth birthday, displayed beside the pinch-pot mug I made in ceramics class.
Evidence of my adolescent crush is everywhere, and now I’m a grown woman, aching for the same man as his saliva cools on my inner thighs.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips as Dar kneels on the edge of the bed. We move as one toward the center, my legs parting to make room for him. “I have a lot of frustration to burn off, baby,” he coos, leaning down to brush his lips over mine. “You’ll take it for me, won’t you? You’ll let me pound you into this mattress?”
The whimper I make in response must be sufficient, because Dar reaches between us, keeping his eyes on mine as he guides the head of his cock to my tender opening.
“Damnit.” He hisses as the first few inches of his length breach me. “There it is. Fuck, baby, you have no idea what you’ve done to me. The shit I want to do to you?—”
My hands find his butt, pulling him deeper and helping him work his cock into me as our ragged breathing fills the bedroom. I’m never going to get used to feeling this full, there’s no way. “Tell me,” I plead, desperate to hear the effect I have on him, but my words turn to a scream as Dar drives forward, burying himself completely in a single thrust that sears me from the inside.
God, he’s just so big.
Wait, did I say that out loud?
“You like it,” he grunts in response, shifting his weight to one arm so his other can hitch my knee up higher, opening me. “This cunt needs to be stuffed full, doesn’t it? Goddamn it, Savvy, you feel so fucking good.”
I don’t think he’s ever said my actual name when he’s inside me, and it makes my heart beat faster. “Dar,” I moan, dragging him down to kiss me, even as the deep, rough way he fucks me becomes too much and reduces me to a writhing mess beneath him.
So suddenly that it makes me dizzy, he rolls us, and I find myself sitting astride him, his cock still buried deep.
I don’t hesitate. Planting my hands on the center of his chest, I roll my hips, finding an angle that grinds my clit on the base of his cock.
“That’s it. Ride me,” Dar commands, and the way he’s looking at me… I’m positive I’ve never felt so beautiful, so desired. There’s not a single worry that he doesn’t like the color of my nipples, or wishes my breasts were bigger or my ass was smaller. Not when the opposite is written all over his face.
I love him.
I love him.
I really, really love him.
It’s on the tip of my tongue, so close to bursting out, but a tiny fissure of fear catches the words in my throat. I dive forward instead, slanting my lips over his in an urgent kiss. I’m so close, vibrating on the edge, and the sharp jolt of pain mixed with pleasure as Dar’s fingers find my piercings is all it takes to send me over.
I come, my hoarse cry muffled by his kiss, my orgasm extended on and on by the cock driving into me from below.
“There you go.” A hand comes down on my ass, hard enough to make me squeal, and I take the hint. Dar’s eyes flash as he watches me sit back, his hands digging into my hips to guide my pace. “I could watch you do this all night,” he groans, even as his jaw strains. I double my efforts, determined to make him come.
I let out a breathy laugh. “You can take a video if you want.”
Another spank. “I canceled a very important meeting because I needed to get back here and fuck you again. Are you pleased with yourself?”
“Kind of, yeah.”
The smack sounds louder this time, and my rhythm stutters as he hits the same tender spot he spanked before. “Be a good girl for me, baby. Make me come.”
His words make need twist in my belly and, holding his gaze, I lift my fingers to my breasts, teasing and pinching myself as I ride him faster. Dar’s hands grip my hips, his quiet noises of praise and pleasure making me even more determined, more desperate, to make this as incredible for him as it is for me.
How is it even possible to be this attracted to someone?
“I want it inside me,” I whine, my thighs sticking to his sides. “Come in me, Dar, please.”
With a low curse, his hands drag me down, sealing us together as his length swells and twitches. I fall forward, and the feeling of wet heat blooming in the deepest part of me makes me come too, trembling with my forehead pressed to his chest.
Even as our heartbeats calm and the sweat cools on our skin, we keep holding each other.
Finally, Dar presses a kiss to the top of my head and pulls out, shifting us over so we lay side by side on my pillow. “Hi,” he says quietly, his eyes searching my face.
My cheeks ache with how big my answering smile is. “Hi,” I whisper, so full of feelings for this man that it seems like a miracle they’re not coming out of my nose.
Every time I think I can’t possibly fall any harder, I’m proven wrong. Shouldn’t there be a limit to how much space a single person takes up in your heart? A maximum capacity? Sorry, only one piece of my soul per customer?
Apparently not.
Reaching down to retrieve the jumble of crumpled bedding at the end of the mattress, I pull it over both of us and burrow closer into his warm, hard, Dar-smelling chest. The lights are still on, but neither of us move to turn them off as our breathing grows slow and measured.
Fingers skim lazily over the words inked on my ribs, his words. “Hey, Dar?”
He hums, already falling asleep.
“You’re going to fix the window in the morning.”