“Zander has been a big help. I’ve got a few more spots to scout and I’ll knock those out tomorrow. I’d still love your assist on the shoot, but no worries if you can’t get here.”
More listening.
“Sure. Let me know.” She paused. “I heard from Gerard. I got the golf club gig.”
Zander could hear Tilly’s shouts as he started the Jeep. Savannah leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“Landing that job is huge and I’m ready to take my career to the next level.” Savannah inhaled and blew out the breath in a whoosh. “This is difficult for me, but I’m thinking we should work together part-time until I find a new agent. What do you think?”
Zander drove out of the lot and merged into traffic, heading toward the hotel.
After a long silence, Savannah said, “I feel the same.” Another pregnant pause. “If you have any recommendations of who I should contact, let me know.”
Tilly spoke for another moment before the call ended.
“Whew, I’m glad that’s over.” Savannah tucked her phone into her handbag.
“What did she say?” Zander asked.
“She’s going to contact a few of her agent friends she thinks would be a good fit for me.”
“I think she'll come through for you.”
“I would never have said anything to her if we hadn’t talked about it. So, thank you.”She peeked in the bag. “Just a three-pack?”
He chuckled. “Aren’t you the feisty one?”
“You’re too much fun not to take full advantage of.”
“You’re the fun one, Savannah. I’m just along for the ride.”
They returned to the hotel and hurried into their room. Before the door had banged shut, she jumped into his arms and kissed him full-out. A clash of lips and teeth and tongues sent a burst of adrenaline careening through him.
He couldn’t hold her close enough or kiss her hard enough. The intensity with which she clung to him left him gasping for air. “My God, woman, you are insatiable.”
“You’re leaving me and I need to get my fill of you.”
Gasping for breath, he cradled her face in his hands. “I’m not leaving you, Savannah. My work here is done. You don’t need me anymore.”
Despite her silence, the sadness in her eyes told him otherwise. Her rueful smile tore at his heart.
One layer at a time, he disrobed her until she stood naked before him. He drank her in, her beautiful form stealing his breath and his mind. Savannah’s soft, feminine shoulders and full breasts gave way to an hourglass waist and full hips. He loved a woman with a round backside and, as he pulled her close and ran his hand over her derrière, he moaned. Her bottom was perfect. “You’re a striking woman.”
She tilted her face toward his, a smile dancing on the corners of her luscious mouth. He kissed her before toeing out of his boots. Then, he waited while she peeled off his clothing, stepped flush against him and trailed her hands down his back until they came to rest on his ass.
She scraped her fingernails up his back and over his shoulders, then cat-scratched his whiskered cheeks. Her gaze never left his. Her breathing had fallen in line with his, too.
He captured her hand in his and kissed each finger, the fire in her eyes igniting his own blaze. Excitement pulsed through him and, as she sprang up on her tiptoes, he snaked his arm around her waist.
“I want to make the most of our time together.” Again, his mouth found hers while her soft moans sent streaks of desire pounding a hard line to his shaft.
She trembled in his arms.
“Are you cold?” he asked while stroking her back.
“No, I’m scared.”
With gentle fingers, he brushed her hair off her brow. “Of what?”
