I carry Savannah down the hall to my bedroom and into the bathroom, where I place her on the counter. When I know she won’t fall over, I squat down and grab a spare toothbrush from the storage basket. She watches me open the package, wet the bristles, and swipe a strip of toothpaste across the top.
“Open.”
Savannah hesitates for a second, probably debating whether to fight me on brushing her teeth. In the end, she lowers her jaw for me to pass the brush over her teeth. I take my time, enjoying myself as I watch a wide variety of emotions play out in her amber-colored eyes.
“Spit.”
She does as I ask with an amused smirk. “Cinnamon flavor?”
I wipe her mouth with the hand towel, taking my time wiping the smear of toothpaste on her bottom lip. “Far superior to mint, don’t you think?”
“I could get used to it.” Savannah smiles, and it hits me right in the chest, making it swell with something a lot like love.
I could get used to carrying her to bed every night. Taking care of her.
I reach for my toothbrush and freeze. “Do you need to use the bathroom first?”
She shakes her head and leans back on her hands to watch me as I continue with my routine and brush my teeth. When I’m done, I scoop her off the counter and carry her back into the bedroom. I place her on her feet by the king bed and pull back the duvet.
“Do you have a preferred side?”
“Nope.” She shakes her head and bites her sexy bottom lip.
We stand, staring at one another for a few long seconds, neither of us moving. For the first time in my adult life, I’m nervous. I play baseball in front of thousands of people almost every night with ease, but standing in front of the woman I’m completely into has me jittery like a rookie stepping onto the field for the first time.
Fuck that.
I’m Nico Romero. I know what I want, and it’s this woman right here, in my bed.
“Get in bed,” I demand, my nerves long gone as my blood rushes south.
Savannah slips under the covers and faces me. She smiles sleepily at me as she clasps her hands and slides them under her pillow. I can feel her eyes on me as I tap my phone, close the curtains, and turn off the lights, then climb into bed beside her, pulling the comforter over us.
Through the darkness, I find the glow of her amber eyes staring at me. I want to kiss her so badly, but if I do, there’s no way I’d have the control to stop. I’ve been waiting for a woman like Savannah my whole life. The last thing I want to do is rush.
When I take her, and I will soon, I want to know I have hours to worship every inch of her delectable body.
I grip her hip and squeeze. “Good night, Savannah.”
Savannah sighs. “Good night, Nico.”
I’m in that weird place between sleep and awake when something silky soft brushes my cock, making it swell. The brushstrokes start again, only firmer and faster.
Fuck, that feels good.
My balls tingle, alerting me to my impending orgasm when Savannah moans. I jolt awake and almost come on the spot. I’m on my back, and Savannah has her hand in my boxers and wrapped around my cock. Her leg is draped over my thighs as she rubs her pussy along my hip.
Holy fuck, she’s asleep and jacking me off.
Her hand rolls over my piercing, making me hiss. “Fuck.”
“Nico,” Savannah whimpers my name, and I can’t take it anymore.
I grab her wrist to stop her from stroking my dick. She tightens her grip, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Savannah, baby,” I grind out, trying to control the urge to thrust my hips and let her finish what she started. “I need you to wake the fuck up. Please.”
Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.
