I step forward, bringing us chest to chest. “What are you sorry for?”
“For walking out. For placing the blame on you. I should have come clean to Charlotte a long time ago. I was mad at myself. Not you. Never you.”
Her words are balm to my damaged soul. Savannah might have walked out, but she came back.
Raising a hand, I pinch a loose lock of her soft hair between my fingers and push it behind her ear. “I forgive you.”
“You forgive me?” she asks.
I cup her face in my palm, running my thumb across the apple of her cheek. “Of course. I understand why you didn’t tell your sister.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, baby, I do. My brother-in-law had fun pointing out why he had hidden his relationship with my sister from me. We don’t enjoy hurting the people we love.”
“No, we don’t.” Her eyes glaze over as she places her hands on my chest. “But we also shouldn’t put those people ahead of our own needs.”
“What do you need, Savannah?”
Her hands circle the back of my neck. “You, Nico. I need you. You see me. Just as I am, and you like me all the same.”
Something in me clicks as I slide my hand around her hip and tip her head back with the other. Her lips part as I gaze into her eyes, silently imploring her to see the truth of my feelings. “I need you too,gattina. More than you’ll ever know.”
I don’t know who moves first, but when her lips touch mine, electricity snaps between us. Furious and comforting at the same time.
And I know I’m home.
I deepen the kiss, pouring everything I feel into it as I wrap my tongue around hers. She moans into my mouth as her fingernails scrape the back of my neck, sending all my blood rushing south.
Savannah breaks away, looking dizzy and swollen-lipped. “Wait. I have something for you.”
“Forget it. I already have what I need.” I lean in to kiss her again, but she steps back.
“I think you’ll really like this.” She unties the sash and pushes the plush butterfly robe over her shoulders. It falls to the ground in a pool at her feet. My dick jumps behind my slacks, pushing into my zipper.
Savannah’s wearing a white Evaders’ jersey with the number 82 beneath. My jersey, and only my jersey. She’s all smooth legs as the soft mesh material grazes the tops of her thighs, barely concealing her pussy.
My mouth goes drier than the Sahara as my eyes repeatedly sweep over the length of her body, memorizing every detail. Tattooing the memory of her being mine. She’s by far the sexiest woman I have ever seen wearing my number.
“Turn around.” My voice is low, pure gravel, as I get hold of myself.
She does as I ask. My name is stamped across her back. The bottom of her perfectly plump ass peaks out from under my jersey as she glances over her shoulder and gives me a sultry smile. “Like what you see, baseball boy?”
A primal, possessive part of me roars to life. The beast claws to be free and claim the woman before us. A deep, rumbly growl vibrates my chest.
“Are you telling me you’re mine, Savannah?”
“Do you want me to be yours?” Her voice is all tease, with only a shred of uncertainty in her eyes. She turns back to face me, her slim fingers undoing the button at the top of my jersey. She walks backwards towards the bedroom.
“You are mine,gattina.”
She undoes another button. “If I’m yours, are you mine?”
Matching her movements, I unbutton my dress shirt. But I’m impatient. I slip it off my shoulders and drop it to the floor.
“I already told you.Ti appartengo, gattina. Sempre.” I repeat the words I spoke last time my cock was buried deep inside her pussy.
Savannah takes another step backwards. “I don’t know what that means.”
