Rising by Kassanna Page A

out—sometimes things can get ugly.” He could be honest, kind of. “That night I had less patience than usual, so shit rolled down hill quickly.”
    She licked her lips and before smiling. His gaze was drawn to her luscious, full mouth.
    She had dimples. Damn, could she get any cuter?
    Ever since he’d helped her out at the bar, all he could think about were her bare, brown legs wrapped around his hips. Her body was meant for love and he was going to hell for what he wanted to do to her. He was no gentleman by anyone’s standards; he did what he wanted, to hell with everybody else…mostly.
    “You shouldn’t be here.” His tone was gruff, he couldn’t help it.
    “Is there any place I am allowed?” She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
    “Sweet baby Jesus…” he groaned. “Do not do that.”
    “Seriously, what is your problem?” She tugged hard. “And let my hand go.”
    His erection pressed against his zipper, and the thin layer of his boxers did nothing to cushion his dick. One taste, and he would back off. He lifted his head and glanced around. “Listen.”
    She raised her chin and opened her mouth “To w—”
    Riley grasped her head, cupping both cheeks within his palms. His fingers tangled in her ponytail. He dipped his head and crushed her lips beneath his. She slipped her hands between them, pushing against his chest. He gripped her hair and tugged.
    Savannah slid her hands down his body, resting them against his belly, and his cock throbbed. He slid his tongue along her teeth, she brushed hers across his, curling around it. Sweet fruit—strawberries—washed over his taste buds. He skimmed his fingers down her spine and splayed his palm across the small of her back, urging her against him. He snatched at her blouse trying to free it from her waistband. Desire to feel her skin on his made him desperate.
    She tilted her head and slid her tongue past his lips, lapping at the deeper recesses of his mouth. Savannah eased her hands around his waist and up his back. His T-shirt tightened across his chest as she clutched fistfuls of fabric. She pounded on his back. He ignored the pain spiking through his sides.
    He shoved his hand under her blouse, and then slid his palms beneath the waistband of her skirt. Smooth, soft material covered half her ass. Short grunts escaped him. She pressed her body flush to his. He rammed his other hand down her clothing and leaned back, pulling her up before slowly sliding her down along his rod. Ripping fabric rent the air. Coolness washed over his fingers.
    Savannah broke the kiss and reared back. He set her on her feet and she laid her forehead on his on his collarbone, breathing hard.
    “Why?” she whispered.
    “I ripped your skirt…I think.” He rubbed her back.
    Riley didn’t just want to kiss her, his need were more visceral. Bottom line, he wanted to fuck her, take her any way she would allow him to have her. He wanted to make her scream until she was hoarse, until she could only whisper his name.
    Oh shit, this was not good…
    “No.” She raised her head. Vulnerability was evident in her clear chocolate eyes. “Why did you kiss me?”
    “I have wanted to know what you tasted like since you climbed into my truck with nothing on but a damn trench coat.” Gently, he eased his fingers under her chin and lifted her face to stare into her eyes. “I was wrong.”
    She swallowed. “Okay. Well, umm…” Savannah folded her lips together and her brows came together.
    “You don’t get it.” He snorted and dropped his head back to gaze at the sky. “God, why now?”
    She clutched his wrists and shoved them from her waist.
    He clasped her fingers and locked her arms behind her. “Now, Sweetness, don’t throw a tantrum.”
    “Fit!” She narrowed her eyes. “I am tired of obnoxious, overbearing…”
    He bent his head and nipped at her top lip. “Shh. Honestly, woman, do you know how to be quiet? I like you feisty, but right now— listen