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“You are exactly the kind of girl that would catch Walker's eye. Okay? I’m not going to lie about your… qualities.”
“My qualities?” Savannah gives me a playful smile. “Please, continue to paint yourself further and further into a corner. It amuses me.”
“Very funny.” I can feel the tips of my ears growing red. “Give me that bag.”
She pushes the tote over to me and I pull out the first blueprint.
“This is….” I unroll it. “Ah, the first draft of the potential sports complex. Nice.”
Savannah scoots closer, her jeans-clad thigh brushing mine. I swallow heavily and try to focus.
What was I saying?
She reaches over me to touch the far side of the drawing. “Is this the…?”
She brushes my knee and pulls her hand back, turning red. “Sorry. I–.”
That’s when I realize just how close we are. I glance at her face and I’m caught in her hazel gaze. From this close, I can see now that her eyes are actually the color of cognac with flecks of deep green. Have her eyes always been that exact shade of hazel?
Before I can speak, Savannah puts a couple of inches between us. “Sorry. That’s my fault.”
Shoving a hand through my hair again, I shake my head. “It’s fine.”
Tension sizzles between us as I grab another blueprint and unroll it. Secretly, I’m wondering what kind of idiot I am to think that bringing Savannah somewhere more private was a good idea.
I’m supposed to be in sexile, not lusting after desirable women in my dad’s study. What is this, tenth grade of high school? Pull it together, already.
I grunt as I try to straighten out the blueprint, which seems determined to retain its curled shape. Savannah scoots close again, and tries to smooth out a corner. The thick curtain of her blonde hair tickles my nose, and I am suddenly in a field of delicious smelling wild roses. She flips her soft hair over her shoulder, and smiles at me, nervous as a newborn foal.
I would have to be a much stronger man than I am to resist her allure.
Grabbing her shoulders, I cover the seam of her lips with my own. It’s a gesture of frustration born out of futility. But I swear, when my hands slide down to dig into her waist, it’s the only inevitable conclusion.
I need to taste her lips, to cup her jaw, to tease her mouth open, and snake my tongue inside.
She responds with the tiniest moan, and by slipping her hands around my neck. I feel like my kiss is what she’s wanted for so long.
What we have both wanted. The first two kisses were fiery. But this kiss? It’s explosive.
Savannah shifts toward me, and I pull her body on top of mine. She straddles my lap, desperately pressing her body against me. I’m hard and ready, rocking my hips against her, a soft growl coming from somewhere low in my chest.
I’m hungry, but kissing Savannah makes me hungrier than before. I’m damn near starving and kissing her is only making me realize the depth of my greed. My hands travel down to cup her ass while I plunder her mouth. God, her weight on top of me feels good.
But I need more.
I bury my face in her hair, smelling her delicate rose scent, and thrust my hips up against the seam of her denim-clad thighs. I know what I’m doing is wrong… but it feels–.
“Hey, can–?”
River opens the door, gets a peek at what Savannah and I are doing, and then practically jumps backward out of the study.
“Whoa. Sorry.”
Savannah and I scramble to opposite ends of the couch. If I could stand up without showing off my raging erection, I would hightail it out of the room in an instant.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I say in a strangled voice.
River plays it cool. “Sure. Sorry again. Uh… yeah. Come find me. But, uh, take your time.”
