‘Right. Let’s do this.’ I nod to the twins and start stacking plates.
Two hours later, the kitchen is gleaming, the laundry is in the drier and I’m all danced out - again. Thankfully, no onevideoed this one. The twins coerced me into reading not one, but two bedtime stories before eventually crashing out in their respective bedrooms.
I’m sitting on Savannah’s couch with another glass of red, admiring the view from the huge corner window in the sitting area. The sun dips low over the sea, radiating orange and fiery red streaks through the window like liquid warmth. Though the warmth of the evening has nothing on the heat flooding my veins knowing that Savannah is mere feet away in her study, and that any minute now I’ll get to touch her, to taste her, to take her as mine.
When she finally emerges, she strides across the open-plan living area with another glass of red in her hand. In a simple, summery blouse and matching skirt combo, she looks effortlessly chic. Her feet are bare and her toenails painted a shade of hot pink. The sinking sunlight brandishes her hair a burnished gold.
‘Did you get everything done?’ I pat the plush couch next to me, beckoning her over.
‘Not all of it, but the urgent stuff. I can’t get my head into this synopsis I’m supposed to write.’ She shakes her head. ‘Seriously, I don’t know how I can thank you.’ Her voice is thick with gratitude as she sinks into the leather beside me.
‘I have a few ideas.’ I take her wine glass and place it with mine onto the coffee table beside me.
Slipping a hand beneath the curve of her ass, I lift her onto my quads, facing me. Her thighs part until they’re either side of mine. I tug her into my lap until her pelvis rests on top of mine.
She exhales a breathy rasp when she feels my arousal beneath her. ‘Ronan,’ she moans.
Her face dips and her mouth crashes onto mine, her probing tongue demanding entry. My fingers thread throughher soft, silky hair, as her hips roll on top of me, seeking friction.
I pull back, breaking our kiss because the urge to watch her writhing and rocking on my cock is eating me from the inside out.
My hands slide beneath her top, chasing goosebumps across the flat planes of her stomach and up to the underside of her breasts. Her hips pause and she glances at the stairs.
‘They’re conked. Trust me.’ Our eyes meet and she offers a nod of thanks before pulling her blouse off.
Her beautiful breasts are supported by an ivory, silk bra, her pert nipples visible beneath the fine material. She slides the straps down, one by one.
‘You’re killing me, woman.’ I bite out, watching as she traces her collar bone with her finger before lowering it between her breasts. ‘Take it off. I want to see you.’
Her hands reach round to her back and three seconds later, the bra falls between us. I rake over every inch of glorious, tanned skin, memorising each and every millimetre.
‘You’re fucking perfect, Savannah.’ I skim her nipples with my fingers, pinching and rolling as her hips buck against me. ‘Look what you do to me.’ I thrust upwards, and her head falls backwards, her back arching.
‘You’re going to get me in so much trouble,’ she moans, ‘but right now, I’m beyond caring. I need to feel you inside me.’
‘And you will,’ I promise, sliding my hand between us, beneath her skirt. My fingers dart across her inner thigh until I find a triangular scrap of silk. It’s saturated already. Tugging it to the side, I swipe a finger through her centre. ‘You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.’
‘I’ve been wet for you for months,’ she admits, parting her legs wider to give me better access.
‘I know, Savannah. We’ve wasted so much time. But I’mgoing to make it up to you.’ I slide two fingers inside her slippery core, circling her needy swollen clit with my thumb.
‘You’re so fucking good at that, Ro.’ Her hooded eyes stoke the fire in my core and in my veins.
I work her as she watches dazedly, moaning and panting and muttering my name over and over again. When her thighs tremble and tighten, I catch her nipple in my mouth and suck. She whispers my name as she shatters and shudders and comes undone on my hands.
When the trembling finally subsides, I stand, keeping her legs wrapped around my waist as I carry her upstairs to her bedroom. I place her gently on her back and pull her skirt down over her thighs, past her knees and ankles, and toss it on the floor.
The silk panties are destroyed.
Good.
She’s not going to be needing them, anyway. I slip them off and kiss my way up her inner thigh.
‘Ronan, I can’t go again. Not yet. I’m too sensitive.’ Her hand reaches out to halt my head as my lips brush over her centre.
‘You can go again. And you will go again. Because I’m going to lick your pussy so fucking good, you’re going to beg me to never stop.’ Her eyes widen. My dirty mouth is her weakness and I’m not afraid to use it.
I want to ruin Savannah Kingsley forever more. Because I can’t have her freaking out on me after this. There can’t be a day where she turns around and says we can’t do this anymore. Because the day will come where she has to choose between what we have, and the single life she’s carved out for herself.
