Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 132834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
I shut the door gently behind me, turning the lock.
I didn’t want to talk.
I wanted to strip the clothes from her body, lay her out in her brand-new bed, and devour her.
But the tilt of her head and the raise of one eyebrow told me Savannah wanted to have a conversation first. I knew what she’d heard in Griffen’s office upset her. Fuck, it had upset everyone. I thought they all knew about the kidnapping. Hell, I thought I knew all I needed to know about my kidnapping. I wasn’t sure if Savannah was mad at me or just needed to talk about it.
Either way, she was going to have to wait. The last thing I wanted was more conversation.
Savannah’s lips parted. Before she could get out a sound, I stopped her mouth with mine. Savannah could be a bulldog when she had something to say, but I was one of the few people on this planet who knew how to distract her.
Sliding my arm around her waist, I guided her backward to the stairs, kissing, tasting, barely remembering to look up and make sure I wasn’t backing us into a wall. We hit the stairs, and I stopped, turning her around and nudging her forward so she went up ahead of me so I could watch the curve of her heart-shaped ass in those tight leggings as she climbed the stairs. God help me if the woman ever put on lingerie. I was about to die just from the sight of her in an old t-shirt.
Finally in her bedroom, I closed the door behind me and turned the lock, stripping Savannah naked my only focus. She was still getting her bearings when I grabbed the hem of her shirt and dragged it up, pulling her arms up with the shirt and whipping it over her head. Her full breasts bounced, eroding what remained of my patience. Hooking my thumbs in her leggings and underwear, I stripped them down her legs, leaving her wonderfully naked.
She bit off a shriek when I scooped her up and dropped her on the bed, watching me with wide eyes as I tore off my own clothes and stretched out beside her. Savannah stared up at me, her eyes still wide and a little shy. “That was fast.”
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I said.
She paused, and for just a second I wondered if I’d misjudged her and moved too quickly. I knew she wanted me, wanted this, based on how enthusiastically she’d kissed me back downstairs. What I didn’t know was what she was thinking.
Then she said, “Me too.”
At that admission, I kissed her again. She had the best mouth, full and soft and so mobile. The way she kissed me spun my head, her lips moving against mine, hungry, eager, so full of passion I wanted more. I wanted everything she could give me.
Skin to skin, finally behind a locked door, I took my time, kissing her over and over, savoring the sounds she made, the little moans and gasps muffled by our kiss. She was so warm and soft, her full curves welcoming me as I leaned into her, my thigh sliding between hers, my hands sliding to cup her breast, tearing my mouth from hers to close my teeth on the cord of her neck, savoring her indrawn breath.
Her breast was heavy in my hand, so soft, until I got to the hard point of her nipple. I rolled the stiff point in my fingers, absorbing her moan, loving the way she went rigid, then relaxed, her legs falling apart, the heat from her pussy scalding my thigh.
Her fingertips trailed over my back, the light touches sending shivers down my spine. She was so sweet. I wanted to taste every inch of her. Kissing the strong line of her collarbone, I eased down, sucking lightly on the curve of her breast, making my way to that tight, hard nipple, wondering how it would taste.
“Finn,” she breathed, distracting me from her breast. Not an easy feat. “There are condoms in the bedside table drawer.”
“Smart woman,” I murmured, “but don’t rush me.”
I was glad she’d thought of condoms. I had a few in the back pocket of my jeans, but distracted by the prospect of getting Savannah naked, I’d dropped my jeans on the floor, the condoms still in the pocket. The bedside table was closer. I stopped by the doctor's office that morning after breakfast, but it would be a few days until I had the results and we could ditch the condoms. I was sure there wouldn’t be any issues, but I wouldn’t take any chances with Savannah.
Shifting to lie between her legs, I stroked my fingertips over her hip to the dip of her belly button, dropping a kiss there before sliding my fingers down to circle her clit with a touch so light she strained for it. I did it again, just a little harder. And again, and again, each time giving her more, until her hips rocked against me and she dragged my name out on a moan. “Finn, how long are you going to make me wait?”