‘There’s a launch night in the Shelbourne in two weeks to celebrate the new range. As brand ambassadors, I do hope you’ll both be there.’ Lucas extends his hand again.
‘Of course.’
‘Thanks Lucas.’ Savannah presses a kiss against his cheek. ‘Everyone else had pretty much written me off but you.’
‘The only thing I’m writing is your cheque. You did brilliantly, both of you. I hope we can work together for a long time.’ His deep brown eyes crinkle at the corners as the angles of his mouth turn up. ‘I still can’t believe you’re with him when you could have had this,’ he jokes, pointing to himself.
‘Careful, Lucas,’ I warn playfully. ‘I was just beginning to think you and I might become friends.’
‘Funny you should mention it. I was thinking the same thing. I have a business proposition for you.’ Lucas roams a thumb over his chin. ‘I’ll call you next week.’
‘Do.’ I’m not in the mood to hear anything other than the moan of Savannah as she writhes beneath me.
Forty minutes later, we’re home, and the house is blissfully silent. As much as I love those girls, I love this time with Savannah even more.
‘What are you waiting for?’ She heads to the fridge, grabs a bottle of Bollinger and two champagne flutes, and motions to the stairs. ‘Let’s fill the jacuzzi.’
I like her thinking, but I’m going to have to get creative. I wasn’t joking when I said I’ve been dreaming all damn day about kneeling between her parted legs and licking her untilshe comes undone. Watching her parading around in that sexy swimwear was almost as sexy as seeing her stand up to her prick of an ex.
When I reach the bathroom, she’s leaning against the side of the tub, waiting for it to fill. Bringing the Bollinger bottle to her luscious lips, she tears the gold foil with her teeth, then pops the cork.
‘I like your style.’ I take the bottle, pour it into the glasses and hand her one. ‘Have you got any panties on?’ My fingertips skim the underside of her tiny skirt.
‘Yes.’ Her pupils dilate and her nipples visibly stiffen beneath her flimsy top.
‘Be a good girl and take them off for me.’ I step back to watch the show. The bath isn’t even halfway full. I bet I can make her come before it’s anywhere near overflowing.
She places her glass on the mosaic tiles at the edge of the bath. Her fingers disappear beneath her skirt and two seconds later, we both watch a scrap of white lace descend over her thighs and float to the floor.
‘Such a good girl.’ Her eyes rise to meet mine, loaded with lust. Her fingers go to her waistband, but I grab them and stop her. ‘Leave it on.’ I love the idea of my head under her skirt.
I nudge her backwards until the backs of her legs touch the ceramic of the bath. ‘Sit down, open your legs and drink your champagne. We have a lot to celebrate.’
She perches on the edge of the tub, clutching her champagne like the queen that she is. My queen. The heart-shaped eyes she’s throwing me only further fuels the caveman inside.
Mine.
She’s all mine.
I drop to my knees on the hard-tiled floor, part her thighs wider with my hands, and then bury my face in her sex, and worship her with every flick of my tongue without taking myeyes from hers. I love watching her get off. I love being the one to get her off. But most of all, I just love her.
Her pink painted fingers rake through my hair, nails dig into my scalp. She squirms and writhes with every stroke. Her legs begin to tremble and tighten. The hand holding the champagne trembles as she brings it to her mouth and sips. We don’t break our stare.
She watches me, on my knees for her. I’ll get on my knees again for her very soon, for a very different purpose, but for now, I want her to feel adored. To know how special she is. To understand that I will do absolutely anything for her. Everything for her, if she’ll let me.
I’m going to marry her.
I’m going to put my babies in her stomach.
And I’m going to give her everything she never had before.
Security, stability, but most of all, love.
‘Ronan,’ she moans. ‘I’m going to…’ And she shatters as I work my mouth over her, worshipping her until she protests and pushes my head away.
The bath isn’t even three quarters full.
Satisfaction coils in my core.
