Every molecule of oxygen is sucked from my lungs at the sight of a barefaced Savannah. She’s wearing a cream-colored robe with blue butterflies on it and a towel wrapped around her head.
She’s so damn beautiful it physically hurts.
A slow smile curls my lips, and my cock springs to life as she chews on her bottom lip. “Hello, vicious.”
Her cheeks turn a warm pink at my greeting. “Hey.”
Savannah tugs at her towel-turban as she clutches a small bag of toiletries and some clothes to her chest. She’s fucking cute when she’s nervous and flustered. I wonder if that pink blush extends down to her chest.
Fuck, I really hope so.
I lean against the doorframe. “How can I help you, neighbor?”
Savannah exhales a deep breath. “So, I was, uh, mid-shower, when my water turned off. I called downstairs, and Roberto said there was a problem. So, yeah, I won’t have water until tomorrow. I still have soap in my hair from when I was washing it and, well, um, can I please use your shower?”
I run my finger over my bottom lip. I love watching her squirm. It’s going to feel so good when she’s squirming under me and begging me to let her come. “I don’t know. I might have company.”
“What?” Savannah sucks in a shocked breath and takes a step back. She pulls her shoulders back and tilts her chin up proudly, quickly trying to hide her reaction.
Too late,gattina.Kitten.
“Sorry to bother you and yourguest.” Her switch from horrified to indifferent has me throwing my head back with a laugh.
“Relax, vicious. No one’s here. I’m just fucking with you.”
“Excuse me?” Like prey waiting for the hunter to make its move, she eyes me warily.
“I’m kidding.” Slowly, so she doesn’t mistake what I’m saying, I repeat, “There’s no one here.”
“But you said…”
“It was a joke.”
“So, it’s just you here?” she asks, nibbling on her bottom lip again.
“Just me,” I confirm. I open the door wider for her. “Want to come in and double-check?”
My comment lights a fire inside her. “I don’t need to check. You are a grown man. You can have whomever you want over.”
I know she’s lying. If she didn’t care, she wouldn’t have shouted at me and accused me of having a woman over before. “If you say so.”
“I do say so.”
“Do you want to shower or not?”
“I do.”
“Then come here.”
I wrap my hand around the back of Savannah’s neck, and graze her silky jaw with my warm palm, making her gasp. Touching her is like touching one of those plasma globes where all the electricity makes my hair stand on end.
I slowly lead her into my apartment and down the short hallway. She pauses as we reach the open-concept living room/kitchen combo. Her head whips around the room as she takes in every little detail, from the design to the décor and pictures. It was all my mom.
“Wow.”
“That good, huh?” Before I release my hold on her, I squeeze the back of her neck one more time and absorb the heat of her soft skin.
The rope around my torso tightens, making it harder for me to breathe and keep my hands off her. I place my hands behind my back to prevent myself from touching her again.
