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her head rapidly, heat flooding her cheeks. God no. She couldn't even begin to process what had just occurred. A repeat performance would surely kill her…if not emotionally, then definitely physically. Her muscles strained, and her legs wobbled. Anything more and she'd be bedridden for a week.
     
    “We'll do that again tomorrow,” Wesley said, his voice softer. When she looked up, puzzled, he nodded. “I told you, kitten. Girls are—”
     
    “Tight. And it hurts.”He called me kitten again.
     
    “Right.”
     
    “That helps?”
     
    He nodded again. “Did just now. If I'd tried putting in a digit before you were wet enough, it would've smarted.” A pause. He grinned that shit-eating grin again. “Not that you needed much stroking, hot as you were. God, I nearly drowned in you.”
     
    Savannah blushed and wiggled. He sounded so cavalier. How could he bethat casual after what had just happened?
     
    Duh. 'Cause he's been here before…and he doesn't love you.
     
    Something in her chest broke. Hard.
     
    “Savannah?” He frowned and stepped forward, dropping to his knees before her. “What's wrong?”
     
    Yeah. Talk about conversations she refused to have, though her attempts to change the subject likely broached an even-bigger house of mirrors. “So…Paige teach you that?”
     
    Wesley balked. “What?”
     
    What?
     
    Savannah wrinkled her nose.Might as well start digging that grave . “The…tongue thing. I guess…she taught you…that.”
     
    The grin disappeared without warning. Wesley's gaze dropped to the floor.
     
    “Well, I mean she—”
     
    “Yes,” he said shortly. “She taught me. Figured if she was giving, she ought to be getting. I agreed. I'm an equal-opportunity bloke, after all.”
     
    Savannah swallowed hard. “Giving?”
     
    Okay, that needed no clarification, and it did little more than piss him off.
     
    “What do you want from me?” Wesley demanded. “A sodding list of references?”
     
    “What?”
     
    “Is this how you're gonna be tomorrow? Asking if everything I do is because Paige taught me—”
     
    Her eyes went wide. Anger? She'd known it was stupid to ask, but she hadn't prepared for anger. “No!” she blurted. “But—”
     
    “And no, that's not how I did it to her. I never…so much…with her. I knew the way she liked it. And I know you, Savannah. I wanted it to be…something.” He shuddered and shook his head.
    “Just something…”
     
    Nothing happened for a long beat. Savannah licked her lips, cheeks still burning, eyes intently locked on the floor.
     
    And then, before she could stop herself, she heard her voice say, “And did you…teach her how you…like it?”
     
    Hello, mouth. Remember foot?
     
    Wesley's nostrils flared. “Yeah,” he replied testily.
     
    Savannah paused, then forced her eyes to his. Her heart pounded in her ears. Her skin scorched. At that moment, he seemed so far away.
     
    Go on. Might as well jump completely into the frying pan.
     
    If she was going to do this, she might as well do it all the way and take as much with her as she could before he shattered her heart.
     
    “Would you…” She swallowed hard. “Teach me? Teach me how you like it?”
     
    Thick, suffocating silence spread between them, and Wesley's jaw went slack.

Chapter Three
    Thorn didn't understand women. Period.
     
    He'd been told he never would; he didn't have the wiring for it; that was the way it was, and he just had to accept it. Thorn typically didn't put much stock in what he was told, but right now, at that moment, the unrealized became completely fulfilled. Having a girl as a best friend didn't give him special powers or keen insight; he didn't understand women, and that would never change.
     
    And even if the skies did open and impart mystic wisdom to his poor, tortured conscious, he would never,ever understand Savannah Evans.
     
    The past twenty-four hours had been a nightmare of ecstasy: dreaming of what he would see