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She repeats my words like they have some kind of hidden meaning.
“Yes, Savannah.” I trail my fingers over her upper arms. “I think you’d drive any man to madness. I mean, just look at you.”
Sav catches my hand and kisses my palm. “I– I feel the same way. About you.”
“Yeah?” I ask. My heart rate ramps up. “I hope you do.”
She flushes and looks down at her lap.
“I am crazy about you. But knowing that you’re not in the Cape to stay is… hard. You won’t be here forever. And I won’t leave.”
Pulling Sav close, I kiss her. I know that London is only a week or two away. But I can’t bring myself to say it plainly. What a piece of work I am.
“What if we admit that we won’t solve it today?” I ask.
She sighs and her brows knit. “Then it will be like all the other days we’ve spent together.”
“No.” I shake my head. “It’ll be great.”
God damn it all. Just hearing that Sav feels the same way I do is already throwing everything into turmoil. She schools her expression.
“Aren’t you supposed to be the practical one? The same guy who lectured me about how people need to take off their rose-colored glasses?”
I kiss the back of her hand.
“What if I would rather spend time with you than worry about what’s practical?”
She pulls a face. “I don’t know. How can you be excited over a future that is so… uncertain?”
“I don’t know. It must be something in the water down here.”
Sav shakes her head, but a hint of amusement touches her features. “It’s not like you to be so optimistic.”
“I’ve never been so crazy about anyone before.” I take both her hands and lock eyes with her. “I wish I’d met you before I met Holly.”
Her lips twitch.
“I hate to break it to you, but I was probably still in high school when you and Holly met. If we ran into each other back then, I would’ve thought you were hot, but you wouldn’t have given me a second glance.”
“Then we met each other at the right time, didn’t we?”
I can't help but gaze at Savannah, her beauty amplified by the dim light of the room. She sits next to me on the couch, her legs crossed, and a hint of mischief in her eyes.
I pick her up and enjoy the little squeal she makes as I toss her on the couch. Then I kneel and cage her body with both of my arms. God, I can smell her excitement and need. My mouth waters. I lean close and whisper in her ear.
"Is this what you want?" I ask, my voice low and husky with need. I tease the scrap of lace at the front of her panties.
Her breath hitches. She nods, unable to find her voice. It's clear that she wants me just as much as I want her. The thought alone sets my blood on fire.
"Can you handle it?" I challenge her, my fingers brushing against the lace. The heat between us ripples through the air, leaving no room for anything but our hunger for each other.
"Try me," she breathes. The words are barely a whisper.
As I lower my head, dropping tender kisses on her knees, I can't help but marvel at the softness of her skin. With each touch, she trembles ever so slightly under my fingers. It’s a silent testament to our electrifying connection. My hand ventures further, exploring the tiny triangle of sheer fabric between her legs, and she whimpers softly.
"Shh," I whisper, pausing for a moment. "Are you going to be my good girl?"
I lock eyes with Sav once more. The intensity of our gaze is palpable, as if we're both teetering on the edge of something life-changing.
