Savannah met his kiss, inwardly wondering at the difference between this CJ and the CJ she had had sex with before. This was nice -- and, more, the focus and attention on her was what she needed. Whether he had sensed that or this was just a coincidence, it made no difference to her.
Her hand lifted, joining its twin at his neck, as she met those lips with her own. He was a great kisser, she realized. It was something that had been lost to the great sex thing previously, but here, beneath the open skies, it was her whole world...
...Right up until his finger slid into her folds. Although she did not pull back from his lips, she gasped softly into his mouth.
This was easily the most romantic moment she had ever had in her life, she thought, but, then, fraternity boys weren't really known for romantic intentions, were they?
This was only temporary, and she knew and accepted that. She could forget about the other girls if he was going to treat her like this...