Page 39 of Freeing Savannah

“I saw the way she touched you,” Savannah added, quieter now. “The way Henry looked at me. Why do people always think they have the right to touch, to take. To control.”

Her voice faltered, and Voodoo pushed off the table, taking a cautious step closer.

“Savi . . .”

She turned back to him, eyes shining but hard. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Sawyer. I’m used to being . . . tolerated. Managed.” She waved a hand in the air dismissively. “Besides, I know this is just a job to you. Once it’s over, we’ll both go back to our lives.

His jaw clenched. Was that really what she thought? “That’s not what this is.”

“Isn’t it?” she whispered, crossing her arms as if bracing for something.

He moved to her then, closing the space between them slowly, deliberately. “You’re not something Imanage. You’re not a job. And you sure as hell aren’t someone Itolerate.”

She stared at him, lips parted, her breath caught.

Voodoo reached up, brushing a knuckle along her jaw, his voice low. “I’ve watched you walk into rooms full of strangers and hold your ground. I’ve seen you give everything to people who don’t deserve a single note from you. Don’t think for one second I don’t see you.Allof you.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, a shaky breath escaping her.

“I don’t want Kandy,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “I wantyou.”

Her lips trembled just slightly.

He didn’t move, not yet. He waited until her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned ever so slightly forward.

That was all he needed.

Voodoo cupped the side of her face and kissed her, gently at first, like a promise being unwrapped. She sighed into it, fingers curling into the front of his shirt as if anchoring herself. The kiss deepened, slow and hungry, every bit of pain and longing and confusion between them melting into the space they finally allowed.

When they pulled apart, their foreheads touched, breath mingling.

Savannah’s voice was a whisper. “I don’t know how to do this.”

Sawyer smiled against her lips. “We figure it out. Together.”

She nodded, and for the first time that night, the shadows in her eyes faded, lighting up with something more. Something beautiful.

Voodoo couldn’t resist taking her mouth again. Having had a taste, it was as if he had become completely addicted and could no longer function without it. Without her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers delving into the hair that brushed over his collar. He thought fleetingly of the haircut he needed, but her hands in his hair felt too good. He never wanted to cut it.

He moved his hands to her hips and pulled her into him. Her tits pressed against his chest. Hard met soft. The moan that slipped out from deep within her ramped up his lust and his dick pushed against his zipper, begging to be released.

Instead, he pushed his leg between hers, hearing her gasp. As if unaware of what she was doing, she ground herself against his thigh. He kept kissing her. Delving deep into the recesses of her mouth. He took from her while giving her pleasure.

She tore her mouth away. “Ohmigod, Sawyer,” she breathed.

“I’ve got you, Savi. Let yourself go.”

“I can’t.”

“You can,” he encouraged, taking her mouth in another soul lifting kiss.

She moved against him as if she was made for pleasure. He worked his lips across her jaw and down the column of her throat. The gown she wore had a deep V which dipped low between her tits. She looked spectacular in it, but she was more beautiful now. Disheveled, her lips red and swollen from his kisses. Her chest heaved as she sought her pleasure. He kissed down the exposed skin that her dress revealed, but fought the desire to bare her to his eager mouth. Now wasn’t the time.

Now was the time to taste and test. To search for those sensitive places that would make her tremble. His lips were on the move again, testing her with little nibbles against her neck. He moved his hands to her back, finding more skin from another deep V in her dress. Sliding one hand up her spine,he encountered the silky strands of her hair. He grasped them in his fist and gently pulled until her chin lifted, leaving her neck vulnerable to his hunger. He smiled when he found the most sensitive spot below her ear that made her gasp and grind against his leg even harder.

Then the most spectacular thing happened. She cried out his name as her release struck her and his name had never sounded so good. He held her tightly as she rode the waves of pleasure, watching the emotions play across her expressive face. She was a beautiful woman, but now, she was stunning.

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