Chapter 28: That's it, Savannah

The rain had turned savage. Fat drops pelted the windshield like it was personal. The windows were already fogged up from our breath and the heat between us, but I barely noticed. Not with Roman lips on mine and his hands in my hair. Not with the way he reached for me like he was one second away from losing all control. And he did. He tugged me into his lap, and I straddled him in one breathless motion. My dress rode high on my thighs, and his hands were everywhere—kneading my ass, dragging up my sides, palming my breasts through the fabric. My head tipped back with a moan as he bit into the curve of my neck. His mouth molds perfectly into mine. It’s not a kiss at this point—it's possession. Our lips clash, tongues tangle. His hands roam my body like he owns every inch. One slides up to my chest and squeezes hard enough to make me moan into his mouth. “You’re insane,” I breathe, but I’m already grinding against the bulge in his pants. “And you’re wet,” he snaps, cupping the back of my