Chapter Twenty-Eight
Rhys
The next morning,I woke up before Savannah. In reality, I’d barely slept at all. As the sun came up and light began to creep around the curtains in her bedroom, I looked down at my woman. She looked peaceful and relaxed in my arms, as though the frightening events of the previous day didn’t touch her mind.
I watched her beloved face in the changing light and knew that I would never hesitate to do whatever was necessary to protect her. She had become the center of my world.
The fear that I felt yesterday would take a long time to forget. As would the sight of Savannah trapped behind the red glow of Rhiannon’s circle, staring at me in sheer terror.
Suddenly, I was seized by the need to show Savannah how much she meant to me, to make sure she knew that I couldn’t live without her. I needed to touch her and reassure myself that she was safe and whole.
Her back was pressed to my front, her knees bent. My body curved into the shape of hers, clinging together from shoulders to thigh. I slid my hand beneath the hem of her shirt, lifting the fabric as I trailed my fingertips over her skin. She was warm and soft with sleep, her breathing deep and even.
When my hand moved over the mound of her breast, she sighed in her sleep and arched her back. Burying my face against her neck, I kissed her skin, running my tongue over her throat. She moaned softly and shifted against me, pressing her hips into mine and rubbing her ass over my shaft.
I cupped her breast, massaging her nipple with my palm. Savannah moaned again, her body undulating against me. My cock grew hard as she moved.
“Rhys?” Her sleepy voice was lower and rougher than usual.
When she tried to turn around, I stopped her. “No, just let me touch you.”
She whimpered as my fingers tugged at her nipples before running down the center of her stomach. I moved my knee between hers and hooked her leg over my thigh, lifting it. Savannah gasped as my fingers delved into her underwear, seeking her center. She was hot and wet, her head tilting back as her hips moved against my hand.
“Oh, God, Rhys,” she whimpered, rocking into my touch.
I slid my fingers through the wetness between her thighs and circled her clit lightly. As her movements became more frantic and her breath began to quicken, I increased the pressure of my fingers. I locked my mouth on her shoulder, biting lightly as she cried out, coming apart beneath my touch.
As the spasms rocked her body, I turned her onto her back and rolled on top of her. I reached into the nightstand and grabbed a condom, quickly jerking down my shorts, dealing with the wrapper, and rolling it over myself. During the last few weeks, I’d learned how to put the shield on and take it off without a mess.
Once the condom was taken care of, I guided myself inside her body, thrusting slow and deep. Savannah arched her back, her hands grasping my back until her nails bit into my skin. Her dark eyes stared up at me, still a little sleepy and hazy from her climax. I leaned down and kissed her, moving deeper and harder with each stroke.
She didn’t hesitate to meet my mouth, making a soft noise as our lips clung together.
I shoved one arm beneath her hips and cupped the back of her skull with my other hand, lifting her into my thrusts. Her body tightened around me and her head fell back as she cried out. I knew she was getting close to the peak once again. I pushed her harder, moving faster, until her body locked around me and her hand fisted in my hair.
“Rhys!”
I rode out the waves of her orgasm until I came hard. I slammed inside her one last time and buried my face in her neck. As our bodies settled, Savannah’s hands ran over my back, her fingers dragging over my skin.
When I lifted my head, she smiled up at me. “Good morning.”
I smiled in return. “Good morning, Savannah.”
“It certainly is,” she murmured.
I laughed softly as I pulled out of her, rolling out of bed so I could dispose of the condom in the bathroom.
When I returned, she was curled up on her side, her hands folded beneath her cheek. I climbed beneath the blankets and lay facing her. “What should we do today?” I asked her. For the last few weeks, we’d barely left the house except to go toThe Magic Bean. “Please tell me Ava isn’t opening the shop.”
Savannah smiled and shook her head. “No, she said she’s taking the next couple of days off.” Her grin widened. “And she said that she’s hiring a manager so she can have more time to herself.”
I wouldn’t believe that until I saw it. “So we have the whole day together.”
She nodded then bit her lip. “I did have an idea of what we could do today.”
“What’s that?”
“Well, you’ve practically been living here for the past few weeks anyway, so I thought we could move the rest of your stuff into the house,” she replied. “Make it official.”
