Ace
I wanted Savannah more than my next breath. Ever since I first saw her in that dress, I pictured her with it pooled around her ankles.
I secretly congratulated myself for making reservations at the hotel weeks in advance.
The hotel door slammed behind me and I whirled on Savannah. Her eyes were round and big, and she bit her bottom lip, a tentative expression as if she didn’t know what to expect.
I took her into my arms, pulling her to me, and swayed our bodies, dancing. Though, there wasn’t any music.
“What were you thinking about earlier?” I asked, placing my forehead against hers.
She tilted her head to the side.
“Right before Major Caldwell’s wife got sick,” I reminded her.
Her mind had taken her somewhere. I’d watched the far-off look invade her face, and I wanted to know what memory it was that made her face soften and let out the wisp of a smile I saw.
She rubbed her lips together as she looked over my shoulder. “That day in the kitchen when my engagement ring fell apart.”
My insides tightened. That fucking ring.
“You were singing for me while we danced,” she said before I could become too caught up in the thought about that ring.
I pressed a kiss to her forehead. I felt her shiver as she’d always done when I kissed her in that same spot.
“I’m proud of you, too,” I told her.
She pulled back, blinking. “Why?”
I frowned. “What do you mean, why?” I asked. “The way you jumped into action to help Major Caldwell’s wife.”
She shrugged. “I was just doing my job.”
“Exactly. Your job is saving lives and taking care of people.”
I’d worked under the Major for some years but had never seen the look of fear in his eyes that I saw that night when he gawked at his ailing wife.
Savannah had helped ease his worries by taking over. Even with the other medical Air Force personnel in the room, she took control of the situation.
“If you get to tell me you’re proud of me, then I get to return the favor,” I said before leaning down to kiss her.
I brushed my tongue against her bottom lip, savoring the hint of wine she had with dinner. I lowered my hands and intertwined my fingers with hers before lifting her hands overhead.
I held out arms like that as I slowly walked our bodies back in the direction of the bedroom. With a kick of my leg, I pushed our way through the bedroom door and walked Savannah to the bed, her hands still suspended over her head.
“Don’t move them,” I instructed, looking her in the eyes.
Slowly, I spun her around so that her back was to me. I pulled the zipper of her dress down as if I were unwrapping a present on Christmas morning. The last time we had sex, it was heated and rushed, filled with anger.
This time, I wanted to savor it. Despite myself, a growing part of me wanted to remember these moments with Savannah.
“Lower your hands,” I whispered in her ear from behind as I pushed the sides of her dress down her shoulders and arms.
I trailed my fingers down her back before I raised my hands again to undo the clasp of her strapless bra. It popped open as if revealing a gift to me. I greedily received it, wrapping my arms around her from behind and squeezing her ample breasts.
Savannah moaned and dropped the back of her head against my chest. Her boobs were always a sensitive spot for her.
I squeezed one nipple and then the other. Her moans grew louder. Leaning in, I dropped a kiss to her shoulder before moving lower. I licked my way up her back to her neck, then sucked the skin behind her ear between my lips.
