Her eyes widen as she nods. “Okay.”
I grip her waist, her arms looping around my neck. She can barely reach, but we make it work, rocking in time to the music. There’s still too much space between us, and I pull Savannah closer until her thick curves are flush against me. I can feel the swell of her breasts—every luscious inch of her body pressing on mine—and I have to stifle a groan.
Fuck.
Savannah’s head drops to my chest, and she must be able to hear the thud of my racing heart as our bodies move together. The bulge in my boxers is growing, blood rushing downward. Soon, she’ll be able to feel my hard cock poking against her belly.
But I can’t pull away.
Can’t let go of this perfect angel.
Savannah lifts her head, tilting it back to meet my gaze. Her eyes are soft and warm, and when she smiles, I swear the whole tavern gets brighter. I feel it in my chest, a rush of heat spreading inside me, like sunlight spilling through my veins.
“Grandma and her friends are watching us,” she says, her gaze flitting across the room.
“Let them watch.”
Elvis keeps singing above our heads.
“Like a river flows…
Surely to the sea…”
“We can probably leave soon,” Savannah says. “I think we’ve done enough for them to buy it.”
My jaw clenches. I’m not ready for this to end—not ready to let this girl go.
“I don’t know about that, sugar.”
Savannah frowns. “You don’t know if they bought it?”
“Oh, they bought it. I just think we can make it look more real.”
My face inches toward hers, gaze dropping to her plump red mouth. Her bottom lip is swollen from where she’s been biting it, like a ripe cherry ready to be picked.
“‘Cause I can’t help falling in love with you…”
The song is nearly over—the moment about to snap and disappear forever. I should let it go. Step back from Savannah and end this now. This is another line I can never uncross—another stupid move toward heartbreak.
But I’m too far gone to care.
Savannah has already consumed me. As soon as she hit me with her car, it was over. When I laid eyes on that sweet face, I knew this woman would wreck me, and deep down, I knew there was nothing I could do about it. Maybe a better man couldrestrain himself—but not me. I want her too fucking badly to hold back.
Our noses brush as I lean in. I can feel her breath fanning my lips, her eyes widening as she realizes I’m not pulling away. I cup Savannah’s cheek as Elvis sings the last line of the song.
“‘Cause I can’t help falling in love with you.”
Then I kiss her.
10
SAVANNAH
I realizewhat’s about to happen a second before it does. Clay leans in, his eyes stormy and possessive as his face inches toward mine. His beard grazes my chin, rough against my neck, and the whole world explodes as he crushes his lips to mine.
His kiss is bruising. Urgent. Like all the tension inside him is bubbling over, flooding through us both. His hand slides to the back of my neck, and his other arm wraps tighter around me, pulling me against the hard muscles of his torso.
I can’t move—can’t breathe.
