I stepped so close that it forced her to back into the wall behind her. When I cupped the side of her face and brought our lips together, it wasn’t out of anger or even a need to protect her. It was the burn in my chest that drove me.
I bit Savannah’s bottom lip. It was a light bite, but she let out a soft moan that shot to my cock. The thoughts and ideas I had about creating more space between us vanished.
The last thing I wanted with Savannah, right then, was distance. I wanted her writhing beneath me, preferably in a bed but up against a wall, in a chair, on the couch, anywhere would’ve been fine with me.
“Mama.”
I heard the tiny voice somewhere in the back of my mind, but I was too far gone to make out what it was.
“Mama.”
Savannah pulled back, panting with wide eyes. “Aiden,” she said as if, she too, realized what that noise was. She broke out of my hold and moved around me toward Aiden’s bedroom door.
I inhaled deeply in an attempt to get my shit together.
“He must’ve had another nightmare,” Savannah mumbled.
Before she entered the room, I caught her by the hand. “Next week is the Air Force Ball.”
She squinted. “You want me to go with you.”
“Of course. You’re my wife.”
“O-okay,” she muttered before turning away from me to tend to Aiden, who called for her again.
I ran my hand through my hair, stopping myself from going into that room with her. They had each other. They didn’t need my help.
I was supposed to be working toward forgetting Savannah. Not getting caught up with her and her son. That’s all this was.
Me exorcising her from my system.
I had four and a half more months to let her go. That was it. I reminded myself of that repeatedly as I changed and headed down to my basement for a late workout.
CHAPTER11
Savannah
I stared at myself in the floor-length mirror, turning from side to side to observe all angles of my body. The silver one-shoulder, A-line dress I wore went past my ankles. Every move of my leg left the dress flowing a little and exposed a portion of my thigh as the dress contained a high split.
That evening was the ball, and I was Ace’s date for the night.
I smiled at my reflection, enjoying how the silver dress glinted against my coffee complexion.
“You look pretty,” Aiden said from the doorway of Ace’s bedroom.
“Thanks, baby.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m not a baby anymore.” He pouted as he entered the room with his shoulders slumped.
I refrained from telling him how much like a baby he looked when he poked his bottom lip out like that.
“I’m sorry. I forgot.”
“Get used to it, kid,” Ace said as he stepped into the doorway. “Mothers will always let you know you’re still their baby.” His grey eyes shifted over to me, and he gave me a genuine smile.
I’d been on the receiving end of more of those since that encounter in my office two weeks earlier.
“But I’m nine years old,” Aiden whined.
