“You’re together now, and the romantic in me loves it when the girl gets the guy she’s always wanted.”
“Mom, this is getting awkward, and nobody is making Savannah feel awkward.”
“I’m sorry, son. I’m thrilled for you both. Any chance you’ll bring her by for dinner?”
He wrapped his hand around the back of his neck and recalled his schedule. “Yeah, I’m working late the rest of the week, maybe Sunday?”
“That’s perfect, honey. Do you mind if I invite your sister?”
“Not at all, Mom.”
“Great. Tell Savannah, I can’t wait to see her.”
“I will, Mom. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Not one foot inside the bedroom, and Punc stopped dead at the sight of Savannah coming out of the master bath.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
Her pajamas put the ‘imp’ in skimpy, but hell if he didn’t like it that way.
He cleared his throat. “Woman, everything would be a-okay if you were in bed. But you standing there in a pair of slinky sleep shorts and a tank that makes me want to palm your breasts all fuckin’ night long isn’t helping here. One look and I want to fuck you.”
Her eyes slid to the side and back to him. “Feel like I’ve said this before, but… I don’t have a problem with that.”
On a low growl, he rushed to her and wrapped her up in his arms. “Are you lookin’ for a spanking, naughty girl?”
She laughed, deep and throaty. “How am I naughty?”
He slid a hand under her tank to her tit, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re always tempting me, babe. Maybe that isn’t exactly naughty, but damn do you make me crazy.”
She chuckled and pushed up on her toes to graze her lips against his. “I aim to please.”
He kissed her, then recalled she had to go to work in the morning, and he slipped his hand out of her tank. “Sorry, babe, I don’t mean to tease you, but we’ve yet to be quick when it comes to sex.”
“We could always give it a shot.”
He grinned. “Maybe after I shower. Before I forget, we’re having dinner at my parents’ house this weekend.”
“Oh. Is there an occasion?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “I haven’t been by in a while, and since I talked to Mom while you were getting ready, I mentioned that I’m serious about a woman. She wants to meet her, and I let it slip that she already has.”
Her eyes widened. “You did?”
He nodded. “Yeah, she guessed it was you, and sweetheart, she’s thrilled.”
She exhaled hard. “Good.”
He stared into her brown eyes. “You’re not nervous about it?”
“No, not right now. I will be the day of, but you’re just gonna have to get used to that about me.”
His head tilted as he dragged a finger along the line of her jaw. “I won’t have to get used to it, Smythe. I love everything about you…whether you’re nervous or sassy, I love it all.”
She leaned toward him. “Oh my God, you can’t be sweet to me if you want to take a shower.”
