Page 62 of A Mile of Ocean

In that moment, there was no need for words. Their bodies spoke a language all their own, a silent sonata of longing and love as clothing fell to the floor in a frenzy of passion.

As he leaned in to capture her lips again, she responded eagerly, her hands finding their way to his back, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, a beautiful crescendo of delight and desire echoing throughout the room.

His hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve and dip as if committing her to memory with a hunger neither wanted to stop. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “So petite. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m not a delicate flower, Trent,” she murmured, urging him on.

He worshipped every inch of her skin with tender kisses and caresses, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Savannah arched to his touch, with little moans escaping her lips as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy again and again.

In turn, her hands traced the contours of Trent’s body, feeling the strength and warmth beneath his skin. Every caress, every kiss was a declaration of her love and longing for this man who had captured her heart and imagination from that first day.

Her heart fluttered as his lips met hers, his hands tangled in her hair while their bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as the universe. Entwined in that beautiful dance, skin glistening and glowing from love, everything around them faded away. It was simply two souls coming together.

It unfolded like a delicate flower blooming at the first touch of sunlight, each petal revealing a new layer of beauty and desire. In that small bedroom, with the scent of vanilla and lavender lingering in the air, they created a world of their own making, where time stood still and only the echoes of their shared longing and lust filled the space.

Time stretched out the seconds into eternity while squeezing hours into mere heartbeats. Every kiss, every caress was a testament to a silent promise of something neither wanted to say. Their hunger bordered on desperation where only they existed, and life was a lesser gamble.

But their cocoon was too short-lived.

As they lay in bed, Savannah spoke first. “I don’t want to leave and go out into the cold tonight. I want to turn over, cover up my head, and never leave this spot.”

Trent’s gaze locked on hers, his eyes blazing with a raw intensity that made her heart race. “I want you to know that I’ve never felt this way before about anyone else,” he breathed, his voice husky with emotion.

A shiver ran down her spine at his declaration, her own feelings bubbling to the surface. “I was afraid that what I felt wasn’t real because it was too soon, much too soon,” she confessed, her voice barely audible as she ran a hand through his hair.

He tugged her closer. “I never thought I’d feel this way about anyone. I’ve heard guys talk about falling hard for a woman, but never had it happen to me.”

“Did Tate confess she played a little bit of matchmaker? She kept talking up this brother of hers like he was a combination of Brad Pitt and George Clooney.”

Trent’s face turned red. “You’re kidding.”

“Okay, maybe I made that last part up, but in my mind, I kept seeing those two men repeatedly.”

He sputtered with laughter. “Did I mention you have a wicked sense of humor? I like that about you.”

She gazed at Trent with adoration, her eyes shining with love and mischief. “Well, I figured if Tate was going to go through all that trouble to set us up, I might as well give you a chance,” she teased, her fingers playing with the hairs on his chest.

“You realize we need to get dressed,” Trent mumbled.

“I know, but I’m trying not to think about it.”

As they prepared to step back into the outside world, Trent was the first to crawl out of bed. Savannah watched him dress, feeling a surge of gratitude for this man who had walked into her life like a beacon of light in the darkness.

As she scooted closer, Trent brushed a gentle kiss against Savannah’s forehead as she leaned into him, savoring the warmth of the embrace and the steady beat of his heart against her own. In that moment, surrounded by the afterglow of lovemaking, both knew they were about to abandon their bubble of contentment for the angry, outside world.

“We’re running late again,” Trent said, glancing at the numerous text messages on his phone. “Hawk wants to know if we’re still doing the patrols.”

“We could call it off,” Savannah replied, hopefully. But she knew they had to endure the pretense at least one more night. “I don’t know why I said that. We need to keep this going and make it look like our last patrol in case he has a partner.”

“I’m sorry to put you through this again. If tomorrow night is successful, maybe we’re rounding the last bend.”

“It’s okay. I volunteered, remember? If everyone pretends to leave, he may think he’s won, and the trap will work.”

“But you didn’t know what you were signing up for? No one did,” Trent said as he finished getting dressed and pulled on his boots.

When they finally made their way back outside, the chilly night air nipped at their skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth that still lingered between them. Savannah shivered slightly, prompting Trent to wrap his coat around her shoulders protectively. They walked side by side, their steps in sync as they made their way to the stables where everyone waited.

Chapter Nineteen

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