Page 95 of John’s Yearning

Past Buffy’s shoulder he looked at Savannah, who looked at them with tears in her eyes. “You’ll always be my firstborn, my little slayer.” He kissed her on the cheek.

The doorbell rang at that moment.

“That’ll be Ryder. Time for school,” John said and dropped Buffy back on her feet.

“I’ll get the door,” Savannah offered. The moment she left the kitchen, Buffy winked at him. “You know that my teachers are all crazy about him?”

“About Ryder?”

Buffy chuckled. “Yes, Miss Peabody always stares at him like she wants to undress him when he drops me off at school.”

John raised an eyebrow. At eleven, Buffy shouldn’t really be aware of those things yet. Or was he old-fashioned? “How do you know what that look is like?”

Buffy shrugged casually. “It’s the same way Mommy looks at you.”

He was saved from responding by Ryder breezing into the kitchen. “Morning, John. Hey, kiddo, you ready?”

“Morning, Ryder,” John greeted him, while Buffy snatched her bag from the chair.

“I’m ready.”

John grabbed the sandwich from the counter and handed it to Buffy. “Don’t forget that.”

“Thanks, Daddy!” she replied and slipped the sandwich into her bag.

Ryder shot him a surprised look and mouthed: Daddy?

John smiled proudly.

“Well, let’s go then, or we’ll be late,” Ryder said and took Buffy by the hand.

After more goodbyes, it was suddenly silent in the house again. Savannah leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen and smiled at him.

John walked to her. “I have it on good authority that you look at me as if you want to undress me.”

She chuckled, her gaze sweeping over his bare chest and down to his jogging pants. “If that’s true, then I don’t think I’d have a lot to do.”

“Good, ‘cause I don’t really want you to exert yourself in your condition.” He slid a hand over her belly and caressed her. “Mmm, I love the feel of this.” He reached for the belt and loosened it, until her robe fell open in the front, revealing her nakedness. But then, he already knew that she wore nothing underneath. In the eight months they’d lived together, she’d never worn anything beneath that robe.

He reached inside her robe with both hands, sliding his hands over her pregnant belly, then to her hips, and finally to her ass. Savannah tipped her head up in invitation. He captured her lips and kissed her, while he palmed her ass and pressed his chest against her heavy breasts. He loved the feel of her like this, lush, ripe, all woman. Making love to her had become better with every day, more intimate, more sensual. And even now, with Savannah seven months pregnant with his son, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. To his delight, she’d yet to refuse him.

When he took his lips off hers, he leaned his forehead to hers. “How you feeling this morning?”

She slid her hands over his naked chest, making him shiver with pleasure. “I missed you last night,” she said, instead of answering his question. Or maybe it was an answer. Or an invitation.

“You did?” he murmured and kissed a path down her tempting neck. Hunger suddenly surged. He needed to feed, and ever since they’d blood-bonded, she’d become his sole source of nourishment. “I missed you too.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Famished.”

She brought her hands to her breasts and cupped them. “They feel so heavy lately.”

The hint was clear. He put his hands over hers, squeezing the heavy fruit. “They’re gorgeous.” He dipped his head, slid her hand aside and pulled one nipple into his mouth. He licked over it gently, and felt her shudder in response. Then he let the nipple plop from his mouth and looked up at Savannah watching him. “You want me to bite your tits today?”

“Yes.”

“Does that turn you on?”