“Are you going through my belongings?” she shot back, ignoring my question.
“Don’t play games with me, Savannah,” I growled.
And playing games was what she was doing. She had to be, because why, of all things, would she leave a box of belongings with a picture of our wedding day and the locket I gave her with an image of our son inside, for me to find?
She was fucking with me.
“Ace, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You know what this is.” I jutted the locket into her face. I’d made it across the room in three steps, glaring down at her.
“It’s my necklace.”
“Not just any necklace,” I reminded her.
She shook her head. “It was in my box of belongings.”
“A box you conveniently left in the living room for me to trip over and find.”
She tilted her head to the side as she came to stand to her full height. “You cannot be serious.” She snorted and shook her head. “You believe that I purposely left my stuff for you to find—to what? Get upset over?”
“Why don’t you tell me what your intentions were?”
“I would,” she replied, “except I didn’t have any intentions. I left the box downstairs because I forgot to bring it upstairs after I took the rest of my boxes over to storage.”
I frowned down at her, a piece of me urging me to believe her, but I wouldn’t let it drop so easily. Why did she still have these items after all of these years? And why did she keep them in a box marked asPersonal, not for storage?
She was the one who’d left me. It didn’t make sense for her to hold on to keepsakes from a relationship she walked away from.
“Give me my necklace.” She reached for the locket, but I snatched it away right before she could grab it.
“No.”
“It’s mine,” she said, her voice sounding slightly higher-pitched than normal.
I shook my head and held it just out of range as she went for it again.
“Ace, you’re being ridiculous.”
“Fuck yeah, I am.” I knew it too but she drove me crazy and seeing her struggle to get the locket gave me more than a little bit of delight in an otherwise undelightful situation.
“It’s mine and I want it back,” she argued.
“Come and take it,” I demanded, moving again.
She leapt at me, trying to get to the chain, but instead of landing cleanly, she landed on my foot and stumbled.
I caught her body and brought her flush against mine. I pressed her back against a wall and leaned into her. We both breathed harshly as if we’d just got done racing up the stairs.
My gaze dropped to the tops of her breasts, which were on display from the silk nightgown she wore that reached down to the tops of her thighs. I pressed my knee in between her legs, forcing my way closer into her center.
“I don’t know what the hell happened to you, but you’re a son of a bitch now,” she said through gritted teeth.
“You fucking happened to me.”
I crushed my lips against hers. Something inside of my chest eased open at the contact. I ignored it and instead sought to dominate Savannah with my kiss. I felt her hand press against my chest but I didn’t move.
She gasped and her lips parted. I found my entry and breached her open mouth, deepening the kiss. A yearning for more started in the pit of my stomach. It was made even worse when the hint of a moan escaped Savannah’s mouth.
