My car rolls past her, but something in my gut has me slamming on my brakes and putting the car in park. Hazards on, I block the road and kill the engine.
In the rearview mirror, I watch the man dressed in a shitty designer suit crowd her space.
Without hesitation, I fly out of my car. I don’t know who the fuck this guy is, but he’s about to meet the business end of my fist if he steps one inch closer to Savannah.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” The man sneers.
“Just hoping, Bradley,” Savannah snaps back. That sharp tongue, even aimed at someone else, makes my dick jump.
As I approach, wondering how to insert myself, I decide on a tactic that will keep me calm, get me closer to what I want, and get rid of the trash all in one fell swoop.
“Why do you have to be such a bitch?”
Savannah has her back to me, but I see the way her shoulders tense at the douche’s insult.
Fucking prick.
“What the fuck did you just say to her?” I growl as I step beside Savannah and grip the back of her neck with my palm.
A jolt of energy runs through me as I touch her silky skin. The rage that burned through my veins like torched gasoline simmers as I hold on to her.
Savannah grounds me, just like I knew she would. A sense of calm washes over me, and the urge to punch this asshole in the face for disrespecting her dissipates.
For the moment.
I’ll be more than happy to knock his teeth out if he keeps running his mouth.
“Get lost, buddy. I’m here to talk to Savannah. My fiancée,” he says smugly, and my hackles rise.
Fiancée? Fuck no.
“Youget lost, Bradley. You are not my fiancé,” Savannah hisses.
Fuck, I like it when she’s spitting fire. Her eyes sparkle, and her cheeks flush a pretty pink. She’s fucking stunning.
“You heard her. Get lost,buddy.” I return the smug smile and glare at the prick.
“Who the fuck are you?” The preppy dick eyes me up and down. He has no idea who I am, but I can see the judgment as he takes in the tattoos covering my neck and hands.
Arching a brow, I do the same. I’m not impressed or worried about the scrawny man in front of me. He’s shorter than I am and has blond hair and blue eyes. He’s so fucking California vanilla. No wonder Savannah broke up with him. I bet he couldn’t even get her off. He looks like the selfish type. He and his weak-ass bottom of the barrel designer suit and leather shoes can fuck right off.
“Savannah’s boyfriend,” I answer coolly as I draw her closer to my side. She comes willingly, melting into my side like she belongs there. She grips the back of my shirt in silent agreement, making me over the moon happy…and hard. “Which reminds me.”
Gently gripping her throat, I tilt her chin up with my thumb and kiss her forehead, her nose, and her mouth with a soft caress. Mylips tingle as if they’ve touched a static balloon, electricity flowing through me.
If the faintest kiss feels like this, I can only imagine what it’s going to be like when I really kiss her.
Un-fucking-real.
“Hello,gattina.” My voice is rough as my heart pounds like a hammer in my chest.
Her eyes widen as she swipes her tongue across her bottom lip, tasting me on her mouth. For the first time since I’ve known her, Savannah sounds sweet and breathless as she whispers, “Hi.”
The world melts away as I stare into her amber eyes. Flecks of orange streak her irises, and it’s like looking into a fire. Warm and comforting. I could get lost in her gaze.
Her eyes search mine, and the electricity between us is undeniable as it snaps like a live wire. Her pulse flutters under my fingertips, and I know she feels this too.
She fits so perfectly in my hand. I give her neck another little squeeze before I kiss her again. First her top lip, then her bottom. She smells and tastes like sweet berries and sunsets. Savannah places her hand on my chest and kisses me back. It’s all lip. Chaste.
