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“Called a woman?”
“Well, yes, that too, but I was thinking more along the lines of even setting up a date.” Jack sat up straighter. With Savannah, even the most uncomfortable things were easier to handle.
“A date? Like, a Friday-night-date type of thing?”
The idea of waiting that long to see her was torture. “It’s only Tuesday.”
“Where are you?” she asked.
“Home.” The word resonated in a way that it hadn’t in a very long time. “Bedford Corners.” Jack rose to his feet, and four determined strides later, he had his keys in his hand. “An hour ten away if I go fast.” He stood with his phone in one hand, the keys and the doorknob in the other, while he waited for her answer.
“Go fast.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
SAVANNAH HAD NEVER been so nervous in her life. She pressed her palms against the window and stared into the darkness, watching the street below. There were so many butterflies in her stomach she was afraid they’d fly out of her mouth if she tried to speak. She’d showered and changed her clothes five times, finally deciding on a pair of designer jeans and a black, sleeveless V-neck blouse.
The roar of a motorcycle engine crawled down the street below, sending a thrill right through her. She watched as the driver maneuvered the bike into a parking spot, and she scanned the street for another open space for Jack. The driver’s powerful arms clutched the handlebar, and as he turned to look behind him, Savannah caught a clear view of his broad, muscular back, and her eyes dropped to the familiar sexy vee of his waist. Jack. She gasped a breath. A motorcycle? That’s so hot. His powerful thighs clenched the bike. The same powerful legs that had held her up in the stream and rubbed against her thighs at the boulder. She watched him climb from the bike and remove the helmet, then shake his thick hair free. She turned away from the window, her body humming with anticipation.
A few minutes later, Savannah opened the door. Jack’s broad shoulders filled the doorframe. His legs were planted hip distance apart, straining against his Levi’s. In one hand, he held his black helmet, and the other arced out from his side, the veins in his biceps ripe from the ride over. On the mountain, there was nothing to give perspective to Jack’s size. Now, with his head nearly hitting the doorframe, he seemed much taller. A smile lifted the edge of his lips as he took a step forward, and his free hand engulfed the curve of her hip.
“Hi,” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss her.
One word from his smooth, rich voice was all it took to steal her breath and any chance she had at making small talk. The rough stubble of his cheek brushed against her face, and the combination of his soft kiss and the rough scratch sent her heart racing.
He closed the door behind him, and Savannah took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, trying to regain her composure. He smelled clean and earthy, a smell she’d come to think of as simply Jack.
“How was your ride over?” Savannah said, to stop herself from saying, Kiss me again. Please kiss me again.
“Too long.” Jack didn’t smile. He didn’t move toward her or even look for a place to set his helmet.
He locked his eyes on her, and it was Savannah who took a step forward, placed one hand on the waist of his pants, and curled her fingers around his leather belt. She placed her other hand on his shoulder and stood on her tiptoes, but still the distance between them was too great. Jack met her halfway, settling his lips over hers. His lips were tender, his breath minty. Every swipe of his tongue was sensuous, erotic. He pulled back long enough to set his helmet on an end table, then pulled her to him once again in a long, delicious kiss. Savannah’s knees weakened and, as if he’d felt the shift in her energy, Jack pressed her to him with one large hand on the center of her back, while the other found the back of her neck as he had the first time they’d kissed. Being enveloped by his strength while he loved her mouth was so sumptuous that a needy moan slipped from her lungs into his. He drew back, and Savannah gasped—not for air, but for him to return to her.
“I’m sorry. I can’t seem to stop kissing you.” He lowered his mouth to her neck, grazing her with his teeth before stroking the tender spot with his tongue, hard and continuous.
Savannah arched her neck back, and he dug his hands beneath her hair and cupped the back of her head, then brought his lips to hers again.
“Savannah.” Her name was one long, hot breath.
No man had ever taken control of her body with nothing more than a kiss before. She could barely think, much less find the words to respond. Instead, she took his hand and led him down the narrow hallway to her bedroom. She took a step into the room, and he stopped on the other side of the threshold. She reached up and touched the cheek she’d been thinking about all afternoon and felt the tension beneath her palm.
