Chapter Sixteen #2
“Why would I say that?” Savannah interrupted.
Amy didn’t say anything at first, but she didn’t have to.
Savannah remembered Maeve’s comments. Amy was right.
Her previous mistakes would follow her if this got out, even if Savannah didn’t say anything.
Even though Amy had only broken one heart for inspiration—that Savannah knew of—she’d always be the girl who traded lovers for plots.
“This isn’t the same,” Amy muttered, her voice dropping lower, and Savannah knew she was talking about Maeve again. “I... I...” But the words weren’t coming out.
“I know,” Savannah said, nodding.
Then Amy’s fingers found the dip of Savannah’s hip and the heat of her palm seared right through the cotton. When Savannah finally found her voice, it sounded raw. “I feel something for you too.”
“You do?” Amy asked, sounding surprised.
“Why do you sound so surprised?”
The sound that came out of Amy’s throat was somewhere between a choked sob and an exasperated huff.
“Because I’m not your type, Savannah,” Amy said.
“I’m not sleek or graceful. If I tried crawling through those lasers in Entrapment, I’d set off every alarm in the building, and based on what you said at that first reward, you only date women who could pull it off. ”
Savannah blinked into the darkness. What the hell was Amy talking about?
Did she honestly think Savannah wanted a woman who could crawl through a laser grid without setting off every alarm?
But did it even matter when Amy’s hand was on her hip?
Did anything matter except what Savannah was about to do?
The answer was hell no. Savannah stepped forward and leaned in to kiss Amy.
Or at least, she tried to.
Savannah’s mouth hit the soft skin right below Amy’s earlobe, her chin bumping awkwardly into Amy’s cheekbone. “Sorry,” she mumbled just as a highly embarrassed laugh bubbled from her chest. “My spatial awareness is officially gone.”
Amy laughed. “Hold still, Kiwi.” Then she slid her hands from Savannah’s hips to cup both sides of her face. When their lips met this time, the contact was soft for only a heartbeat.
Then it turned needy and hot, and when Amy’s hands roamed down again, yanking Savannah flush, the moan that left her throat was guttural.
Amy parted Savannah’s lips with her tongue, and Savannah gasped into the kiss.
She wanted to get closer. She wanted to get into Amy’s skin.
And yes, she was fully aware of how ironic that sounded, considering she’d feared for her own skin just minutes before.
Before Savannah could even mention her Silence of the Lambs panic, Amy shoved her backward until her back collided with a thick trunk.
Somewhere in that shove, Savannah’s useless flip-flop twisted off her foot.
She kicked it away into the dark without a second thought.
A second later, Savannah’s back met the tree, the rough bark scraping across her shoulder blades.
She barely registered the sting because Amy was kissing her hard enough to steal every bit of her attention.
One of Amy’s hands tightened around Savannah’s waist, pulling their bodies closer.
Then Amy shifted between her legs and hitched a knee between Savannah’s thighs, pressing against her until Savannah’s breath caught.
Amy literally had Savannah pinned to the tree using only her hips, and Savannah couldn’t be happier. When Amy kissed a line up her neck, Savannah lost every remaining sense of direction in the dark.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for four days now,” Savannah muttered. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”
“Me too,” Amy breathed. “I’ve even been dreaming about it.”
“Why did it take you four days to tell me this?” Savannah asked, smoothing her hand down Amy’s sides.
She detached her lips from Amy’s mouth, but only to plant them somewhere else.
The skin over her collarbone was smooth and warm, and Savannah trailed the tip of her tongue along the curve.
She wanted to taste every bit of her, and she planned to.
Her fingers slipped beneath Amy’s T-shirt and trailed upward.
Then she placed her hand between Amy’s breasts and let her fingers rest there for the shortest second before drifting one over to her right nipple.
Amy’s nipples were hard beneath the thin fabric, and Savannah couldn’t wait another second.
She caught the hem of Amy’s shirt and pulled it over her head.
Then the darkness swallowed everything, leaving Savannah with only the heat of Amy’s skin and the outline she could feel beneath her palms. Fuck.
Of all the times for her night blindness to be a problem, Savannah desperately wanted to see Amy now.
Not that it stopped her. She dipped her head down, stuck out her tongue to feel her way around, and bingo, Savannah wrapped her mouth around Amy’s nipple and sucked.
“Oh my god,” Amy said, arching her back. “That feels sooo good.”
Savannah bit lightly, just a gentle tug, and smiled when she felt Amy’s body shudder beneath her. Good. She wanted Amy to shake. She wanted her to shout expletives. But more than that, she wanted her mouth, her fingers on every part of Amy’s body. Four days had been long enough.
“I hope we don’t fall,” Savannah muttered.
“What do you—”
But Savannah cut her off. She caught Amy by the hips, turned her around, and brought her back firmly against the trunk.
Doing it blind was a gamble, but as the wood creaked, Savannah mentally thanked her luck.
She didn’t waste another second. She smoothed her hand down Amy’s waist, then slipped her fingers beneath the cotton of Amy’s pajama shorts.
Her fingers trailed along the inside of Amy’s thigh to her panties, and wow, Amy was soaked.
Savannah smiled, then dragged a finger over her underwear. “I’m glad you feel this hot for me.”
Amy’s voice was shakier than Savannah had ever heard it. “Hot is putting it mildly.”
“Good,” Savannah whispered. Then she dipped a finger into Amy’s folds and smiled when a breathless moan slipped from Amy’s lips. The author’s body wasn’t just vibrating against her; she was trembling from head to toe.
Savannah dragged Amy’s wetness up toward her clit.
By the time Amy gasped, “I can’t take it anymore,” Savannah knew she was right on the edge.
She pressed two fingers against Amy’s clit and worked her in tight, relentless circles while Amy humped Savannah’s wrist. Then, after two FUCKS and an unintelligible mumble, Amy’s hand landed on Savannah’s breast. Her nipples were hard enough that every brush of fabric made her shiver.
“I should probably have told you this a while ago,” Amy muttered against Savannah’s cheek.
Her fingers drifted down Savannah’s stomach and brushed over her belly button.
“I wanted to tell you. I promise. But you were barely speaking to me, and then we started doing this.” Her hand slid a little lower.
“The timing never exactly felt right.” She hesitated.
“Wyn found the advantage. I caught her with it right after you left the watering well.”
Savannah pulled back. “What? What do you mean the advantage? The advantage?” Then, instead of concentrating on Amy, who was tugging at the band of Savannah’s shorts, or the way Amy’s wetness still coated her fingers, she thought about the sweet treat that usually accompanied the advantage.
What goodness had Wyn devoured in the four days since the watering well? “Why on earth didn’t you tell me?”
There was a pause, and Savannah could practically hear the regret on her tongue. Why bring this up now, anyway? Why not just let the moment finish its course?
“Did I ruin this?” Amy asked, her fingers sinking into the flesh of Savannah’s waist. “Because I take it back. I don’t know about Wyn’s advantage. Are you mad?”
But how could Savannah be mad when Amy’s fingers were literally scalding her skin?
Savannah sighed, then kissed the bridge of her nose. She’d aimed for her lips. “You didn’t ruin anything.” Then she grabbed Amy’s hand from her hip and placed it between her thighs. “Now, if you’ll please...”