Page 60 of Bursting With Love
Savannah moved beside him, her hand on his chest, her head in the crook of his shoulder. He drew her closer, loving the feel of her bare legs over his and her breasts against his side.
She touched his cheek and turned his face toward her. His heart swelled with emotions he had ignored for so long that he’d wondered if he would ever feel them again. Instead of scaring him, it reassured him. He was going to be okay. His soul hadn’t died with Linda after all.
Savannah’s lips brushed his. “Any weird thoughts creeping into your head?” she asked.
“Not the kind I was worried about.” He rolled toward her and kissed her again, surprised when he became hard once again.
Chapter Twenty-Four
SAVANNAH PROPPED HERSELF up on her elbow and watched Jack sleep. If only every Wednesday morning could look this good. She’d noticed when they were on the mountain that he hadn’t slept much, and now his chest rose and fell in a peaceful cadence. His entire beautiful body was relaxed. There were no bulging veins or tense muscles, just six foot four inches of perfectly sculpted sleeping man. She thought about the scars she’d felt on his back and wondered how he’d gotten them. Jack was plowing through so many changes that she didn’t feel pressure to know all of his secrets at once. She had a feeling that there were some things Jack had to reveal when he felt comfortable and safe. For him, she could be patient.
She had the urge to run her finger along the sexy tufts of hair on his chest. Hell, she had the urge to put her lips on his and feel his desire lengthen against her again, but it was only five thirty in the morning and they hadn’t blown out the candles until three thirty. She lay back and stared at the ceiling, thinking about the hours they’d spent caressing every inch of each other’s bodies. A shiver ran through her. She could practically feel him inside of her again. A string of worry sifted through her mind. Will he think I’m slutty because of the things we did? Was I too aggressive? Oh God. He said I was not at all like Linda. What if he wants someone just like her? She closed her eyes. Will Linda always be with us?
She felt the mattress move, and Jack’s large hand covered her bare stomach. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered.
Please don’t think I’m a slut. She opened her eyes, and he smiled. Sleepiness hovered in his deep blue eyes, and just beyond, a spark flickered. A hungry spark.
“Morning.”
“What time is it?” He ran his hand down her ribs, over the arc of her hip, and squeezed her thigh.
Jack’s touch, his voice, his kisses—Oh God, his kisses!—nourished her in ways she’d never known she was missing.
“Five thirty,” she answered.
He sighed and lay back down. The comforter covered him from the hips down, and there was no mistaking what caused the tented fabric.
“I have to be somewhere at nine.” He rolled onto his side again and pressed himself against her.
She wanted to climb right back on top of him and forget about work and whatever he had to do altogether. She put her hand on his cheek, and the rough stubble added another wanton thought to her already horny mind.
“I have to be at work at eight,” she managed.
He kissed her lightly, then ran the pad of his thumb along her cheekbone, following the line of her jaw to her chin, and placed a kiss in the center of it. She loved when he touched her like that—like he was memorizing everything about her.
“About last night,” he whispered.
Savannah closed her eyes. Don’t say it. If it was a mistake, please don’t tell me. Send me a text. Leave me a message. Just let me live in this amazing fantasy for a few more minutes, please. She opened her eyes, readying herself for the kick to her heart that she feared.
“I meant every word I said.” Jack leaned his forehead against hers. “Every word, Savannah. I know it’s fast and maybe even crazy.”
She couldn’t breathe.
He brushed her hair from her forehead and kissed her there. “But what I feel for you runs so deep. All those things we did together…”
Embarrassment clenched her chest and squeezed. OhGodohGod.
Jack shook his head. His touch was so tender as he drew his hand up along her rib cage, and his thumb brushed the underside of her breast. Savannah gasped a quiet breath.
“I want to crawl beneath your skin and become one with you.” His gaze was a sensual caress, his voice a tether to her heart.
She put her hand behind his neck and pulled him to her, and she kissed him as she had so many times the night before. She’d memorized the way he stroked her tongue with a rhythm that was all his own, and when his hand found her breast, the weight of it had already become familiar, and she pressed in to him. She believed his words because every confession came with a touch of proof. Jack Remington was no longer hiding behind anger and guilt, and that was clear in his eyes, his words, his touch.
