“Nico.” Savannah rears her face back. “I need to shower and change first.”
“Of course.” Her eyelids are heavy, laden with desire, as I lower her to the ground. She attempts to leave, but I tug her back and grip her waist. “You can do that here. The toiletries you like are in the bathroom.”
“But—”
“No buts,” I cut her off, gripping the strap of her bag still perched across her body.
I lead her down the hall to the master bathroom. She stands in the middle of the bathroom as I turn on the rain shower and then place two towels on the rack close by.
“Take as long as you need. I’ll be in the kitchen, waiting for you.”
“I don’t have clothes to change into.” She chuckles at my clingy behavior.
“Be right back.” I stalk into my closet and pull out a clean Evaders T-shirt from my dresser and a pair of boxers. When I return to the bathroom, Savannah is looking inside the shower at the shelf that now holds the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash she uses.
I place the clothes I picked out on the sink and approach her.
“Nico, how do you know what shampoo I like?” She glances at me over her shoulder.
“You left your toiletries bag behind. It’s still under the sink, but I had regular-sized bottles of everything delivered.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I was hopeful you’d come back for more showers. With me.”
She turns, resting her cheek on my chest, and she wraps her arms around my waist. “Thank you. No one has ever done this for me before.”
My ribs tighten at her comment. It figures her shitty ex-fiancé never took care of her. But I will. I’m going to treat Savannah like the fucking queen she is.
I press a kiss to the top of her head and pat her butt. “You’re welcome,gattina. Now hurry.”
With immeasurable strength, I tear myself away from Savannah so she can get herself cleaned up and relaxed from the hours she spent on her feet taking care of everyone else.
Forty minutes later, I pull a steaming hot casserole dish from the oven and place it on the stove as Savannah walks into the kitchen, smelling like summer.
“Smells good in here.” She nervously twirls her wet hair between her fingers.
“I hope you’re hungry.” I tug off the oven mitts covering my hands and rest them on the counter. I peruse her curvy body and lick my lips. Savannah looks sexy as fuck wearing my clothes. She looks like mine. “I know I am.”
Savannah’s breathing quickens as she tugs at the hem of my shirt. Fuck, I love that she’s as affected by this connection as I am.
“Sit down,gattina.”
She does as I ask and takes a seat on the stool in front of me. I smirk to myself. She submits as much as she dominates, and I fucking love it. Makes my dick swell to the point of bursting.
I turn around, adjust my cock in my boxers as discreetly as I can, and put the oven gloves back on. I grab the pan and move it from the stove to the silicone pad on the counter. Grabbing a spatula, I plate the food on the waiting dishes.
“This is my favorite dish. Manicotti with spicy sausage and ricotta cheese.” I shave fresh Parmesan on top and add a basil leaf. I place the plate in front of Savannah, then finish mine and take the stool beside her.
“This looks delicious.”
“Thank you. You know, growing up, my zia used to make this for me for special occasions. She used to tease me by saying a growing man needs manicotti to make him big and strong.”
Savannah laughs. “She sounds amazing.”
“She is.” I rarely share my life with people, but sharing with Savannah feels as natural as breathing.
“If this dish is for special occasions, then why are we eating it tonight?”
