"Okay." As much as she had wanted to get married and have a family, the thought of a child was terrifying under their present situation, and she really didn't want to spend her night thinking about that. Nor did she want to think about pretending. "I can understand that," she said. She hadn't pretended, but she had gone out and had sex without caring for that boy, making it as fast and clinical as possible, telling herself that it was best that way. She hadn't wanted a warm body but she was looking for something and now they had come full circle and she was here with Marty, no longer seeking something, but wanting him for himself.
Savannah was still surprised by the desire in his voice. He wanted her. He wanted a young woman from Tennessee when he probably had his pick of sophisticated women from LA. And she was hardly perfect, but the fact that he was saying it made her blush all over again. She kissed him back, her lips parting to let his tongue inside, pushing against him, willing to give him everything he wanted, knowing that he'd make it perfect for both of them. "You have me, all of me," she whispered.
She moved against him, helping him rid her of his panties, before pushing his boxers out of the way. The note of embarrassment was still there but the want was too powerful to stop her. She didn't even care that it hurt or that she'd be sore. She needed to do this with him, needed to be one with him and she didn't ask with words but instead she kissed him again, writhing against him and making him feel how much she wanted him too.