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“That’s great.”
“I’m glad you’re okay with it,” Savannah said, giving him a weak smile. “And if I can swing a few acting jobs in LA, I can afford a little house for Dylan and me here.”
She made it sound as if she was intended to move out as soon as possible. “No need to rush. You can stay here as long as you want.”
“I appreciate your generosity, but I think I’ve relied on you far too much already.”
How did he explain to her that he liked it when she relied on him? When he came to her rescue she always gazed at him as if he was larger than life. In her eyes he was a hero, not the troublemaker everyone had to watch out for.
Trent kept an eye on the clock as the evening wound down. He’d hoped for some alone time with Savannah before she turned in, but the hour grew later and later. At long last, Scarlett patted her husband on the knee.
“I think you mentioned needing to get some more work done this evening,” Scarlett said, standing up. “A security expert’s job is never done.”
“I think everyone here can sympathize,” Trent said, trying to keep his relief from showing as everyone made their way to the foyer. “All of us have been known to work some pretty unorthodox hours.”
“Thanks for the invite,” Logan said. “Next time, let’s do it at our house.”
The two men shook hands while the women hugged. Minutes later, Trent and Savannah stood alone in his empty house. He wasted no time pulling her into his arms and kissing her. From her passionate response, she’d been feeling the same sensual pull. Her fingers tugged his shirt free from his pants and dived beneath the hem.
He groaned at the pleasure of her palms skating along his bare back. Lifting her into his arms, he made for the guesthouse, instinctively knowing she would want to be nearby if Dylan needed her. His frantic heartbeat made it hard for him to take things slow, but as he lowered her feet to the floor beside her bed, he sucked in a calming breath, pushed her out to arm’s length and closed his eyes.
“Tonight we’re going to take our time,” he said, opening his eyes and peering at her.
She was flushed, her expression slightly dazed. She backed away and put her hands to her cheeks for a moment. Trent thought for sure she’d come to her senses. To his relief, instead of ordering him to leave her room, she stripped her asymmetrical tank over her head and cast it aside. Standing before him in a nude bra and khaki leggings, she threw her hands wide as if in surrender.
“I don’t know if I can.”
Trent loosened the buttons on his shirt and sent it sailing to join her top on the floor. “We have the rest of the evening to get it right.”
Her pale eyebrows rose. “That’s a relief, because I’m pretty sure we’re seriously out of practice.” She stuck her thumb inside the elastic waistband of her leggings and stretched them away from her body. “Would you like me to take these off, or do you want to do the honors?”
Trent’s mouth went dry. He stepped into her space and bracketed her waist just above the material. Her smooth skin was warm beneath his palms. Moving with slow deliberation, he dipped his fingertips below her waistband. His hands rode her curves downward, taking her leggings with them. She was trembling as he helped her step out of the snug pants.
While she unhooked her bra and slipped it free, he dropped a kiss on her stomach. Eager to revisit every inch of her, he trailed his fingertips from her instep to her knee. Her breath grew shallow, uneven. She set her hands on his shoulders and leaned on him for support as her legs shook. Still kneeling, he hooked his fingers into her cream lace panties and eased them down her thighs.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” she gasped as his mouth grazed down from her belly button.
“Let’s see about that, shall we?”
Getting to his feet, Trent eased her back onto the bed and quickly divested himself of his clothes. She lifted onto her elbows to watch him, and he was aware of every greedy flicker in her blue gaze.
She propped one foot on the bed and waggled her knee in an enticing manner. “Come get me.”
He hesitated only long enough to fish several condoms out of his pants pocket. She raised her eyebrow as he dropped them onto the nightstand.
“It’s been too long,” he said, setting his knee on the bed.
Her hands slid up his ribs and across his back as he covered her with his body. “Too long since what?”
“Since I’ve had you all to myself.”
He kissed her then, stopping any further conversation and distracting her from the anguish behind what he’d said. She was all supple limbs and hot, welcoming mouth. Her tongue danced with his as they rediscovered each other with lips, teeth and hands. Nibbling his way down her neck, he found the sensitive spot made her writhe. Last time in his office, he’d been denied her beautiful breasts. He intended to make up for that.
A breathy moan broke from her lips as he swirled his tongue around her breast, making her back arch. She dug her fingers into his shoulders. Knowing exactly what she liked, he moistened her hard nipple and released a puff of air across the sensitive nub. Once again he was rewarded as her hips lifted. Her every moan, gasp and cry caressed his senses, the familiarity erasing their almost two-year estrangement.
Where once she’d been flawless, her body had now gained character. Motherhood had brought changes that he found vastly intriguing. He appreciated how her stretch marks testified to her maturity. And the extra weight she carried on her hips and butt lent her figure a lushness that enhanced her sensuality.
She protested when his fingers trailed across a stretch mark on her belly. “Motherhood isn’t kind to a woman’s body.”
