I forced back the memories of the last time I’d carried Savannah like this. It was on the night we got married. I’d been so proud to finally make her my wife, despite so many others telling us we were too young.
This night wasn’t about renewing that memory. I simply wanted to be inside of Savannah. I fucking needed it like I needed my next breath.
I hadn’t lied to her. The truth was that, on the way back from training, I had decided to ignore her until our next three months were up. I knew that would’ve gotten under her skin more than anything else, but I was weak with her.
And for her son, apparently.
All it took was one walk inside the house and hearing her tuck Aiden into bed while he asked for me. Something dislodged in my chest when I heard him ask if I was okay. And when Savannah turned to me, with uncertainty in her eyes, my anger fizzled out like a wet firecracker.
There was nothing left of my ire when she opened up and admitted her fears of not being an adequate mother.
As I laid Savannah onto the bed, I repressed the memory of Chael’s words from the bar the other night. But when Savannah lifted her arms, summoning me to meet her, my world felt more right than it had in a long time.
“I want you on top,” I said before pressing a kiss to her soft lips then rolling us over so that she was on top of me.
A slow grin spread across her beautiful face, tugging at my heartstrings. How I could’ve ever thought that I could be in the same house as this woman and ignore her was beyond my reasoning. I’d have to chalk it up to anger and a bruised ego.
Savannah sat up, straddling my waist, and crossed her arms to lift the short sleeve shirt she wore over her head. She tossed the shirt to the floor and grinned down as she looked at me.
I sat up on my elbows, noting the difference between this encounter and the first time she rode me, all those years ago. She had been so timid and self-conscious then.
This version of my wife stared me in the eyes as she reached around back and undid the clasp of her bra. When her full mounds spilled out of the material that’d held them hostage all day, I reached up and squeezed, one and then the other.
Savannah’s head fell backward, and a tiny moan escaped her lips. My dick beat against the front of my jeans in response. It begged to be set free.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached for the button on her jeans and quickly undid it. She lifted, allowing me to push her pants and panties down over her hips. I regretted that our bodies had to separate even for a short interval as we undressed.
“C’mere,” I demanded, pulling her body back to mine once we were naked.
“Wait.” She pushed against my chest. “Condom,” she panted.
Fuck.
A step I never forgot with any woman. Except for this one.
I swallowed down the desire to feel her unsheathed, even as I wondered if she was on any birth control. Not that she’d need it, and I had been tested for STIs a month before she first came back.
I didn’t bother explaining all of that before I yanked open my nightstand and pulled out a box of condoms. When I moved to unwrap one of them, Savannah took it from my hand.
I watched with a cocked eyebrow as she brought the wrapper to her lips. She removed the condom with her teeth and repositioned it between her lips. The gleam in her eye was unmistakable, and I groaned as she pushed her way down the length of my body.
With the condom in her mouth, she covered the tip of my cock, sheathing me with her mouth.
“Shit,” I grunted, remembering that I had taught her this particular trick. It was before we’d married when we still used condoms. “You’re fucking killing me, babe.”
I meant it both figuratively and literally. I wasn’t sure how much I could stand.
She sat up and had the nerve to giggle. That sound brought out the beast in me, and I wrapped both hands around her, grabbing her ass and forcing her down onto my rock-hard cock.
She whipped her head back and hissed as if she were in pain. But I knew the sound well because I’d memorized it. I wasn’t hurting her.
Especially not when her hips started moving up and down, begging for more.
Though she was on top, this was my fucking show. I held her ass firmly while I bounced up and down, impaling her over and over.
“Ace,” she whispered.
“Say it louder,” I demanded. I wanted her to shout my damn name from the rooftops.
