‘Seriously?’ I look at Jessica over Jake’s shoulder and she nods enthusiastically.
‘Huh, what about me?’ The guy holding the wrench huffs, pulling himself up. His t-shirt is wringing wet and clinging to his torso.
‘You’re already going to be its uncle, don’t be greedy.’ Jessica sticks her tongue out at him playfully. ‘You remember my brother Bobby from our wedding?’
‘Sure, I do.’ Bobby was the last man standing at the bar. Ten pints in and he looked as sober as a judge. It probably helps that he’s built like a lumberjack.
‘Bobby is a plumber. We picked him up on the way,’ Jake explains to Savannah, as he extends a hand to shake hers. ‘It’s great to meet you.’
‘And you. Thank you so, so much. I can’t tell you how grateful I am. Please, let me know how much I owe you,’ Savannah says, glancing between Jake and Bobby.
‘The only thing you owe us is a pizza, a beer, and an explanation of what a good girl like you is doing, hanging out with a bad boy like Ronan here.’
‘I keep wondering the same thing myself.’ Girlish laughter peels from her chest. ‘But in fairness, he’s proving to be a very good friend.’
There’s that word again. Friend.
We’ll see if she considers me her friend when my head is buried between her legs.
Chapter Twenty-Three
SAVANNAH
The leak isn’t nearly as bad as Liz said. Well, I suppose it’s easy to say that now an actual plumber has fixed it, thus limiting any further damage, and further cause for panic.
It’s one o’clock in the morning. I should be wrecked, but I’m not. I’m buzzing. I haven’t felt as alive in years. Like one almighty orgasm from Ronan shocked every sleepy cell in my body back to life.
I find some towels and hand them to the lads, motioning them to shower in one of the en suites off the villa’s seven bedrooms. Ronan starts with a mop and a bucket on the bathroom’s varnished original wooden flooring. Hopefully, it’ll dry out okay.
‘Have you got a portable heater we can put in here overnight?’ Sweat glistens above his brow line and dots the space between his nose and upper lip. The temptation to run my tongue over it is real. Given where else my mouth’s already been tonight, I’m fairly sure he wouldn’t mind.
The car sex (is it sex if it’s not penetrative? I have no idea) was the hottest thing that ever happened to me. Ronan is ridiculously talented.
He’s had a lot of practice, a niggling inner voice reminds me. I swat that thought away and replace it with the memory of my mouth around his length. It’s been years since I’ve been with any man. I’m surprised I remembered what do to.
Scratch that. If I’d have done anything like that before, it would have been emblazoned on my brain like a tattoo. I’ve never had sex like it; so carnal, so shameless, so right. If I had, there’s no way I would have abstained for almost seven years.
‘If you keep looking at me like that Savannah, I’ll have to pull your dress up around your waist, bend you over that bathtub and fuck you until you can’t walk.’ Dilating pupils fall to my chest. My pebbled nipples demonstrating exactly how much his filthy mouth turns me on.
‘If you keep looking at me like that, I might just let you.’ My eyes drop to his crotch. You’d think now I know what he’s got stashed down there, it would have quelled some of the curiosity.
Nope.
It’s blazing brighter than ever before.
I want to feel him inside me.
I want to know what he looks like when he cascades over the edge of oblivion.
‘Savannah.’ His voice is a low growl and there’s a definite bulge in those trousers again. I slam the bathroom door shut and he pounces on me like a predatory lion. Lips, tongues, and teeth clash with an urgency I didn’t realise I was capable of. Huge palms cup my swollen breasts, his hips pinning me against the door like I might try to run.
As if.
I arch my pelvis against that delicious thickness pressing into me, an animalistic moan rushing from my mouth directly into his.
I pull back, my head lolling against the thick oak door. ‘I want you,’ I tell him in a breathy tone.
His lips trail a line of sensual fluttering kisses along the column of my throat, dipping lower until his tongue is between my breasts, and my chest is physically heaving with want.
