The urge to find out pricks my skin like an itch.
Would it be so bad if I peeked? It’s not like I’m really going to rifle through her knicker drawer, even if the prospect sends blood pulsing below. I have too much respect for Savannah to violate her privacy. Besides, I wasn’t joking when I said the only place I want to see her lingerie is on the floor.
A pulse throbs in my neck as I saunter along the corridor to the master bedroom, justifying my curiosity under the ruse of checking for intruders.
The familiar sexy scent of Savannah’s perfume is stronger on this side of the house. No wonder. An image of her in that decadent dress springs to the forefront of my mind. I’m only praying she’s going to need help to get out of it.
I know her body craves mine the way I crave hers. I wish to God she’d just give in to it.
I approach her bedroom door. Soft, warm light spills from asmall crack where it’s not properly closed. Was that lamp on earlier? I don’t remember, but it was still light outside, so maybe I just didn’t notice. A soft buzzing hum is coming from the room.
A toothbrush?
A fan?
I step closer and push open the door to investigate. My jaw hits the floor.
A white lace thong is discarded on the floor.
I had envisioned I’d be the one to fling it there, but still, I’m not complaining. Not when Savannah is sprawled across her bed, blonde hair mussed sexily across her pillow. The strap of her dress has slipped down over her shoulder, offering a clear view of one pert round breast , its nipple pointing so far upwards it’s practically praying to be sucked.
That sexy little dress looked good on her earlier, but it looks way hotter hauled up around her waist. Her long, toned legs are spread wide, offering me the perfect view of her sweet pink pussy. Her fingers are deftly working a vibrator over her clit, and, oh my God, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
I’ve never seen her looking so beautiful.
So turned on.
So fucking tempting.
Her eyes are squeezed shut, her full lips open, her chest rising and falling as her breath quickens. She’s close.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip and a single breathy word tumbles from her mouth and I am done.
‘Ronan.’
I hiss out a breath and push the door open, my cock straining so hard in my pants it might fucking explode.
‘Savannah.’ My voice is low and husky and overflowing with fucking awe.
Her eyelids fly open. She bolts upright in the bed,crossing her legs and tugging her dress down. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson, her gaze a mix of horror and hunger.
‘Don’t stop, please.’ I stride across the thick blush-coloured carpet. ‘Please, Savannah, you’re so fucking beautiful. Please let me see you.’
A deep doubt flits across her face along with unmistakable mortification. ‘You want to see me?’ Her tone is incredulous.
‘More than anything else in the world. I need to watch you come. Just let me watch.’ Something flickers in her eyes as I drop to my knees by the side of her bed. ‘You whispered my name.’
‘I was imagining I was with you.’ Her onyx eyes burn at her confession.
‘Well, do us both a favour and make that fantasy a reality. I want to see your pretty pussy pulse. I want to watch as pleasure rips through every limb of your body. I want to watch you buck and scream and hear my name from your lips while you do it.’
She winces. ‘You’re never going to let me live this down.’
‘More like I’m never going to get it down.’ I grab my rock-solid cock through my jeans. ‘Touching yourself is fucking natural. You’re a red-blooded woman.’ I swallow back the saliva pooling in my mouth. ‘Your body needs the release. Show me what you like.’
Her eyes darken as her throat bobs. She wants to. I know she does. But will she give in?
She wets her lips, contemplating for a second before uncrossing her legs. ‘You can watch, but don’t touch.’
