Page 46 of Chasing Savannah
He gave her a small smile, his gaze raking over her body as he brought up the hot coffee to his mouth. He set down his cup and crooked his finger. “Come here.”
His voice was soft, but the weight of his command settled over her. She took a step closer and he pulled her into his lap.
“Sit here with me for just a moment, beautiful.”
She sat in his lap and stroked his hair, unable to stop from touching him. He was a beautiful man. His chiseled features and full lips made him the stuff of fantasies. She could easily imagine him leaving a bevy of women in his wake. She knew if she acted on the heat between the three of them, she would be it for him. Somehow that made her more scared.
He closed his eyes and sighed. His body relaxed under her, and some of the stress left his body. She frowned a bit in confusion at the sensation. He finished his coffee and they sat in silence.
“Better?” she asked after a moment.
He cupped her chin and kissed her, his lips demanding, hungry. It didn’t even occur to her to stop him. She tangled her fingers in his hair and sucked on his tongue, her whole body coming alive under his kiss. She tasted his coffee and underneath was a taste she would forever associate with him. God, she wanted him.
He pulled back from the kiss. “Yes, thank you, babe. I’m hoping to be done in a few hours.”
She gave him a dazed nod. “You want me to take the kids out so you can sleep? We were going to do a movie marathon.”
His gaze traced her face a moment before he spoke. “I plan to come back here and lay in your lap and sleep, even if it’s in the noisy room with the kids.”
She smiled and gave in to the pleasure of kissing him again. He sighed, a contented sound, as she lifted from his lap. His gaze lingered over her body in a heated stare, before he stood and left, waving to the kids on the way out. She stayed in the kitchen, distracted for long moments. She sighed, and knew what she could do. One person would understand how she felt.
Rebecca answered and they made small talk for a while. Her grandmother raved about the new Felix, happy to have her mates home and safe.
“I’ll be glad when all the turmoil is over, though. It leaves the prowl unsettled, it does.”
“Is that what’s happening?” Her heart skipped a little in fear in hearing there were already issues.
The Seer’s words played through her head. She was a lot more involved in the prowl than she let on. Could that be why they were having the problems? Did she need to step back more?
“The whelp from the south thinks he can push onto our lands as though this family hasn’t held it down for centuries.” Rebecca scoffed.
Guilt rushed through her, was her nearness to the prowl causing the trouble?
“But, prowl gossip is not why you called, especially since you don’t attend meetings.”
“Grandmother.”
Rebecca continued her lecture as though she’d not spoken. “That’s on your mother and your father. I don’t know why your mother insisted on raising you as though you were full human.”
“May as well be,” she muttered.
Rebecca growled. “Savannah, don’t start. Latent or not, you are a panther, and eventually you will find out the hard way. Keep suppressing your nature if you want to, you’re going to make yourself sick.”
She sighed, having heard this from her grandmother since she was thirteen and stopped going to prowl meetings. Rebecca fussed that a panther needed touch from the prowl members, even though she was latent. When she had Jamie, she’d started back regularly going to visit her grandparents, wanting to make sure her son knew his roots. It turned out for the best since he wouldn’t be latent.
“I’m not only latent, but I’m a weak latent.” She reminded her grandmother.
Rebecca snorted. “I never could tell who told you that bullshit. I wish I knew, I’d whip their ass. There’s no way a ‘weak’ latent could come through all the challenges you’ve gone through in this prowl.”
Savannah laughed, even as a tear fell. She wiped it away hastily. “Never mind that, grandma. I called to ask you a question.”
“About what?”
“Your Tribond.”
“Is that right?” Her grandmother’s tone changed, her curiosity palpable. For a second nerves flared and she nearly changed her mind.
“I’m waiting on your question, my love.” Rebecca broke the silence. “Is perhaps the nature you work so hard to suppress, asserting itself?”
