Page 75 of Bursting With Love
“Mmm.” She arched her head back, and he kissed his way up the back of her neck, pressing his hips into her from behind. Feeling all of her luscious curves against him heightened his yearning. His hands slid up her ribs and over her breasts.
“Jack,” she whispered.
He turned her in his arms and kissed her, swallowing whatever words were falling from her lips. He pressed his body in to hers, her back against the door, and he deepened the kiss, knowing he would never tire of kissing her. She reached up and put her warm hands on his cheeks, and when they pulled apart, they were both breathing heavily.
“We should go in,” she said, though she made no move to open the door.
“’Kay,” was all he could manage. Damn, he could take her right there in the hall, and the look in her eyes told him that she wouldn’t mind it at all. When she reached around his hips and grabbed his ass, he practically tore the keys from her hands and unlocked the door. They stumbled into the apartment, kissing between each hurried step. Jack reached back and pushed the door shut behind them. Savannah adeptly unbuttoned his shirt, slipping her fingers beneath the fabric in between each button.
He scanned the apartment, his eyes settling on the hall that led to Savannah’s bedroom. Savannah followed his gaze.
“We don’t have to go to the bedroom, Jack.” She touched his cheek.
“Why are you so good to me? So patient?” Jack was used to being the alpha male in every aspect of his life, and as he looked down the hall, he realized that while he thought he’d been manly—running away to live a solitary life—he’d really been just the opposite. Men didn’t hide from their fears. They faced them.
“You’re a good person. Why shouldn’t I be good to you? You just need time to heal.”
“Savannah.” He searched her eyes, wondering how he’d gotten lucky enough to have been the one she wanted. Savannah deserved more than making love on a pullout couch. The hell with it. He took her hand and pulled her down the hall to the bedroom before he lost his nerve.
“Jack?”
He couldn’t answer. It took all his concentration to walk through the door. The first step caused his chest to constrict. In the next breath, her scent filled his lungs. He saw Savannah everywhere. In the colorful scarves that hung from her mirror, which he could think of several things to do with that had nothing to do with cold weather. Shoes lined up by the height of their heels. The black leather boots shot a new adrenaline rush through him. The open lingerie drawer revealing a hint of satin and lace. He nearly groaned aloud as he turned toward her, wondering what she had on beneath her sexy little dress. As he drew his eyes up, over her breasts, her neck, and her lovely face, he saw the love he felt reflected back in her eyes. The constriction in his chest eased. This wasn’t just a bedroom. This was Savannah’s oasis. He took her hand, and as she took a step forward, their love filled the space where his anxiety had been. Jack slipped his arms from his shirt, and when Savannah’s hands traveled up his abs and over his pecs, he wondered if she could feel his love for her in every beat of his heart, the way he could see the love she had for him in the way she looked at him.
Savannah freed him from his jeans and drew them down to his ankles. “My turn,” she said as she lifted each of his feet from his pants, leaving him in just his boxer briefs, his erection straining against the waistband.
My turn. The way she said it, as if each word dripped with prurience, made him ache for her. Every time they were together was more intense than the last. All evening he’d waited to cast away that little black dress and those four-inch heels, and there he was, standing in his underwear while she was still dressed like a little vixen. How could he possibly deny her intentions this time?
She ran her hands down his neck, pressing hard against his Adam’s apple before dragging them down his chest and lingering over his nipples. Jack gritted his teeth, fisting his hands to keep from throwing her on the bed and having his way with her. He closed his eyes, sucking in a quick breath as she took his nipple roughly between her teeth, then pressed her tongue against it to calm the sting. Her other hand groped his pecs as he might caress her breast. Behind his closed lids, he focused on her touch, and when her hands left his body, he listened to her heavy breathing fade. Her scent surrounded him, and just as he was about to open his eyes, her hands found his stomach, her fingers running along the ripples of his muscles. Then her tongue followed the same path up and across his abs, then lower, along the edge of his waistband. Jack swallowed hard and opened his eyes. He looked down just as she positioned her thumbs above his belly button and pressed her hands into him as she dragged them up his ribs and over his chest while grinding her hips into his. He grabbed her ass and pressed her harder against his erection, then lowered his lips to hers and took her in a tempestuous kiss that sent his mind spiraling out of control. His hands roved her back, then grasped fistfuls of her hair.
