I pull up beside the cabin, quickly cutting the engine and stepping out of the car, shivering as I look around. The surrounding trees rustle in the night air, the darkness eerie, the air cold, and I quickly rush to the steps, jumping up and throwing myself through the door as fast as possible.  The room is silent, lit up only by the fire burning in the corner.

"Brett?" I whisper.

"You came." His voice comes from the right and I jump slightly, glancing over towards the kitchen doorway.

"I really don't know why." I retort, confused at my own actions. His white shirt suits him, a pair of black jeans covering his legs, looking smart and formal, making him all the more alluring.

"I do." Brett smiles back and I nod in realization. Of course. The bribe. How could I forget? I came for the cake.

"The cake?" I ask, nodding in understanding.

"That... and me." He winks and I roll my eyes. That's not true.

"Get over yourself." I fold my arms across my chest, "Where's the cake?" He nods his head over towards the kitchen and I start towards it, watching out of the corner of my eye as he follows. Entering the room my eyes immediately fall on the 'Congratulations' cake on the center of the table, two forks beside it. Without hesitation I pick one up and dive in. It's his graduation cake, but it's one in the morning and he dragged me here. I'm eating it.

"You didn't go to the graduation?" He asks.

"I had no-one to celebrate." I shrug, before taking another forkful of the gorgeous cake.

"Ouch."

"What?" I exclaim, "We aren't friends. We aren't dating..."

"I thought we were friends."

"Sorry to burst your bubble." I sing, before shoving another forkful in.

"Come on Sav." He tries, picking up his own fork. "You like me."

"You're okay." I admit, scrunching my nose up. "Half the time." I look back down at the cake. "Did you have fun today?"

"It was alright. My parents came."

"They did?" I am startled as I look up at his emotionless expression.

"Yeah, they turned up two minutes before it started. Then they took me out to dinner."

"Wow."

"Yeah." He mutters, twirling the fork in his hand.

"Was dinner good?"

"Always about the food aren't you Hurst?" He asks, an amused smile on his face.

"Yeah?" I answer bluntly. Who isn't about food? It is literally the best thing about life.

"It was alright. They took me to Andriano's across town." He replies, shrugging.

"Jesus!" I choke on my cake. Andriano's is without a doubt the most expensive place within fifty miles. Elle and I once went in for her birthday and they charged us ten dollars for tap water. We left after looking at the menu, both of us nearly having had a heart attack at the sixty three dollar steak.

"It was nice, and I'm grateful they came. But sometimes I'd just prefer a pizza, or a burger, or fajitas." He explains, "Not small portions of pretentious crap."

"I agree." I nod, "Not that I've ever eaten the pretentious crap."

"Don't bother." He warns, "I'm still hungry. Can I?" He gestures to the cake.

"You can have a few mouthfuls." I scoff.

"Gee thanks." He mutters, before digging the fork into his cake.

"You're welcome." I smile, "It's so good!" I moan in delight. "There's nothing better than cake."

"Really?"

"Yeah." I exclaim.

"What about chips, fries, burgers, pizza?" He questions, grinning at me as he leans down on the counter.

"It's all amazing." I point out, "I'll eat it all."

"You're so different from the girls I usually hang around with." He shakes his head slightly in disbelief, the smile fixed on his face.

"Because I eat?" I can't help but scoff.

"Well, yeah..." He smiles, "But also, you have a half decent personality."

"Thanks."

"No problem." He looks down at the rapidly disappearing cake. "You never fail to make me laugh." He takes a piece of cake onto his fork, lifting it to his lips. I have to tear my eyes away at the last minute, desperately hoping that he didn't catch me watching.

"Laughing at me, not with me." I scoff.

"Hey, half the time I laugh with you," He smirks, "It's not my fault that you cause situations which lead to me laughing at you."

"But no-one ever laughs at you, not the perfect Brett Winters." I snort. No, Savannah you did not just snort? Hell, I can never look at Brett again... he's going to make some sort of comment, he's going to...

"What can I say?" He retorts, "It's not my fault I'm such a perfect specimen." He winks, stepping back.

"Get over yourself." I exclaim, laughing.

"I literally just quoted what you said." He argues, "Perfect, remember?" He smirks, leaning back on the counter, towards me.

"You're infuriating."

"You wouldn't have me any other way." He taunts, pushing away from the counter and taking a few strides around the table.

"Believe me, I would." I snort.

"Oh yeah?" He grins, taking a few steps closer to me and reaching towards my face. "Which way would you like me?" His voice is quieter, as he leans closer to me. The meaning of his words are not lost on me, and I feel my heartbeat quickening as his hand rests on my waist. Shaking myself out of the awestruck trance I take a step back.

"This was good. Thanks for the cake." I babble, "I should probably be getting back now." I turn, making my way to the door.

"What's the rush?" He calls out and I turn back to face him.

"Brett, I'm not hanging around here just because you want me to." I point out, crossing my arms.  "We can be friends, but I have other things to do."

"At one in the morning?" He takes a couple of steps towards me.

"Yeah. Sleep." I snap, grabbing hold of my jacket from the hook and turning back to the door.

"I'm not with Ashley anymore." His voice calls out and I falter, letting go of the handle once more.

"You're with Kate." I reply, my voice cold and emotionless.

"No. Like I said, nothing was happening..."

"I can't keep up." I scoff,  laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. He doesn't want to be with Kate. Not Ashley. What does he want?

"I'm not with anyone." His voice is louder now and I know he's taken steps closer to me, but I'm still unable to move. "Not that it stopped you before."

I see red at the accusation, whirling round to find him right behind me, looking down and smiling.

"How dare yo..." I snap but he cuts me off, crushing my lips with his own. I, regretfully, instantly respond, opening my mouth to allow him entrance, as he wraps his arms around my waist. I moan into the kiss and lift my arms up, grabbing hold of the back of his neck before he pulls away, resting against my forehead.

"You're the only person I wanted to be there today." He whispers and my stomach flutters.

"I don't know whether I believe you." I reply and his grip tightens on my waist.

"It's true. I looked out into the audience, scanning desperately to see your face looking back at me. I don't know what you do to me Savannah, but I like you." He says slowly, smiling down at me and I can feel myself begin to blush. "Do you like me?"

He... he likes me? Like Brett Winters actually likes me? Little old Savannah Hurst. Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming because there is no way that this player, this absolute Sex God, likes me. Who knew?

Keep it calm Savannah, take it easy. He wants a reaction, he wants you to fall at his feet in gratitude. How do I play this?

On one hand I want to tell him to go to hell and never speak to me again, but Sensible Savannah is currently being wrestled to the back of my mind by the others. The witty side of me wants to play it down, act as thought his words don't affect me, I'm here because I want to be, no other reason. And the lustful side of me is clawing her way to the surface, begging me to jump his bones and get into bed with him.

"You're alright I guess." I reply nonchalantly before immediately crashing my lips back against his. He moves his hand to the back of my neck, pulling me in closer and I jump up, him quickly moving to catch me as I wrap my legs around him. He moans into my mouth at the sudden contact, our bodies colliding, allowing me to feel how excited he is already.

He continues the assault on my mouth, backing me against the wall, pressing me into it as his hand runs down the side of my body to the hem of my dress, his fingers sliding underneath, his touch almost sending me into overdrive. He moves his hand up my body slowly, my heart racing as he gently grabs hold of my breast, eliciting a moan from my mouth at the sensations that flood through me.

"Brett!" I exclaim, breathlessly, unable to control my words. He responds by running his finger lightly across my chest to the other side, giving both sides equal pleasure. My underwear moistens, my common sense so far gone that I don't even care if I leave a mark on his jeans. He feels even bigger against me now, my body aching to rub against him and I listen to my lustful side, gently grinding against him. He falters, his hands stopping as he pulls away from my mouth, staring at me as I rub against him once more, his eyes full of lust.

"Brett..." I breathe out once more and he moans, holding me to him, my legs still wrapped around him, never wanting to let go. He moves us away from the wall, his lips meeting mine as he begins to walk away, towards the stairs. He pulls back to move up the stairs and I take the opportunity, lowering my mouth to his neck, slowly kissing down his jawline, down as far as I can reach to the collar of his shirt. I hear him curse and I giggle, Sensible Savannah now officially dead and buried.

He busts into a room and I pull back from his neck, attempting to smile seductively up at him. Throwing me back and away from him I squeal before I land on the soft sheets and realize where we are. Brett got me into the bedroom. That didn't take much did it? Damn it Savannah.

Before I can think about what I'm doing Brett is on top of me, his mouth back on mine as I gratefully accept. I reach in between us, grabbing onto the front of his shirt and ripping open the buttons, desperate to get rid of the ridiculous clothing in between us. Who invented clothes anyway?

He laughs at my fumbling attempts, reaching down and undoing the last two, helping me before pulling the shirt down his arms and throwing it away, onto the floor. I take a moment to look up at his muscular chest, his permanent tan so golden. I can't help myself as I reach up, trailing a finger down the center, meeting his eyes with my own as I continue down, further and further. His breath hitches in his throat as I reach the top of his jeans and he pulls my hand away, staring down at me.

"Say that you like me." He whispers, "Tell me Sav." He reaches his hand up, caressing my cheek as I continue to stare wordlessly up at him. I'm not telling him I like him, that's all Brett wants me to say. He wants me to say it, and then his job will be done, onto the next one.

Nuh uh, not happening. Right now I know what I want.

"Touch me." I reply. His eyes widen at my words and I bite my lip, praying for us to continue what we started.

"Are you sure?" He whispers and I nod in response, desperate for his touch. He smiles and I can't help but return it, reaching up and pulling him back down towards me. We collide in the middle, oblivious to anything else but the desire that we hold for each other. His hands return to my dress, lifting it up and ripping it over my head in one swift movement. My bra swiftly follows, falling onto the floor with Sensible Savannah's dignity.

Shivering slightly at the chill in the room he leans back down, covering me with the warmth from his body as I lift my head, kissing him as hard as I can, moaning as his fingers drift over my nipples once more. His hand soon disappears from my chest and I lower myself flat against the bed, upset at the lack of contact until I feel his hands against the top of my panties, teasing me. I gasp and he takes the opportunity to kiss me deeper before sliding his hand down.

I'm more prepared than last time, knowing what to expect but my breath still catches in my throat in anticipation at the contact. He halts at my entrance, pulling back from my lips and smiling smugly down at me as I bite my lip, attempting to thrust my body towards him.

"Patience." He whispers, lecturing me. I moan in response as he lowers his mouth to my chest, my mouth dropping open at the sensations as his mouth closes over my breast.

Reaching down between us I grab hold of the bulge at the front of his trousers, earning a deep groan in response. I smirk to myself as I gently rub him over the top of his clothes, his breath labored as he pulls away from my chest, crashing his lips back down on top of mine. His finger finally slips inside me and I arch my back into him at the pleasure that follows. Breaking away from my mouth as I breathe heavily, his mouth trails kisses down my throat, back towards my chest. Still rubbing him atop his trousers I slowly slide my hand up to the top, desperate to pleasure him as much as he's doing to me.

Suddenly he adds another finger and I gasp, my hands flying away from him and gripping onto the sheets either side of me.

This is better than last time and I have no regrets.

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Eeek more intimacy!!

I understand that some people don't want to read this sort of scene, but this is a New Adult book that's rated mature so I'm afraid it's only going to get worse from here!! I hope it doesn't impact your enjoyment when you read the book. 💙

Is Savannah being silly letting him back in?! (Quite literally hahaa!)

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