Shane's Fall (The Escort Series Book 2) by Sloane Kennedy

father took away my phone and laptop so I couldn’t even reach out to Michael to tell him it wasn’t true – that I’d always be there. He went back to his dorm and shot himself full of enough shit to take down a horse. Didn’t even get it all in before it killed him.”
    Shane took a deep breath and then realized that in his growing distress, he had actually fisted his hand against Savannah’s back, some of her hair still in his hand. He instantly relaxed his hand and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized she hadn’t noticed.
    “Everyone thought it was just an accidental overdose, but he emailed me a suicide note. I showed it to my parents, but they convinced me it would be better for Michael’s memory if I didn’t tell anyone so I didn’t.”
    She didn’t say anything right away but kept holding on to him. He felt her gaze come up to meet his. “Thank you for telling me about him. I wish I could have met him.” He nodded but didn’t trust himself to respond. She lay there for a few more moments, her hand back to petting his chest, but this time there was no pattern to her stroking and her hand start drifting down to his abdomen. He heard her breathing increase and felt lust tear through him as he realized she had just started to recognize her own desire.
    “Shane?” she said slowly and he both dreaded and needed her next words. “Can I kiss you?”
    “Yes,” he managed to croak. Instead of just lifting her head so he could take her lips, he watched her shift so she was kneeling next to him. Her hand had stopped exploring his chest and moved up next to his head so it could rest on the back of the couch. He didn’t realize what she was doing until she actually did it – she moved her left leg over him and in one swift, graceful motion she was straddling him. He forced his hands to remain on the couch but when he felt the first touch of her lips against his, he clenched his fists into the cushions.
    There was no hesitation on her part as she sought entry into his mouth. He opened on a groan and then felt her delicate hands come to rest on each side of his face as if to keep him steady for her assault on his mouth. Her tongue swept in and explored every surface of his mouth and then she was caressing his tongue, urging it to join hers. His cock became painful as felt her settle further into his lap, heat radiating from her core. She slanted her mouth further over his so she get at more of him and then her hips started rocking back and forth.
    “Will you kiss me back?” she whispered as she separated their mouths, her breathing harsh. He didn’t answer, just closed the distance between their lips and crushed his mouth down on hers. Her fingers still gripped his jaw, but then her arms drifted around his neck to support herself as he thrust into her mouth, his tongue doing what his cock so badly wanted to do. Her mouth was hot and lush, her tongue strong as it met his plunging strokes. When she finally pulled her mouth back to try and catch her breath, he dropped his lips to the smooth column of her throat and made his way to the sensitive shell of her ear. He forced his hands to stay at his sides as he traced the rim of her ear, and then let his tongue dip inside for a moment. She shuttered and let out a whimper as the pace of her rocking grew more frantic.
    The pressure in his pants was too much, so he leaned back against the couch and sucked in several deep breaths. “I need you to take me out,” he said harshly as he raised his arms up and held them crosswise over his face. He knew if he actually saw her hand anywhere near his dick, he’d completely lose it. Luckily, she seemed to understand his predicament and she lifted up enough so that she could reach the button and zipper of his pants. She fumbled awkwardly for several torturous moments, but then finally had his pants and underwear loose enough that his cock could spring free. His relief was short-lived because he felt her hand close over