Despite the short amount of time since they reconnected, having Savannah stay with him felt right.It feels right because you’re madly in love with her. How sure are you that she feels the same?
“Are we going to talk about what your father said?”
She snorted derisively. “Same old shit. Harlan is scum from the Barrels, he’s no good, you’ll be sorry, blah, blah, blah.”
“You seemed more upset than if it was the same old, same old.”
“What I am is not in the mood to talk about it.” They walked into the elevator and took it to his floor.
“What do you want to talk about, then?”
In answer Savannah tossed her coat on a chair, then sat and took off her boots—short ones tonight. He figured she was simply getting comfortable until she stood, looked at him, smiled, unzipped her jeans and wiggled out of them. Tonight she wore pink lacy panties and pink socks.
His eyes almost rolled back into his head. “Okay, you don’t want to talk.”
“Very observant.” She reached for the hem of her soft, blue sweater and pulled it over her head. She wore a matching pink, lacy bra with her beautiful breasts looking ready to spill out of it.
After letting him look for a long, frozen moment, Savannah walked over to where he stood in front of the couch. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed him back to sit. Then she straddled him and kissed him.
“The bedroom,” he managed to say.
“No. Right here. Right now.”
Who was he to argue with a beautiful, half-naked woman bent on seducing him? He let her push up his sweater so he could take it off, then watched as she undid the buttons on his shirt and urged him to take that off too. In between, she kissed him with awesome intensity.
She moved back on his legs to give herself room to unbuckle his belt. Her hands froze at the button of his jeans. “Does it bother you that I’m being so...pushy?”
“Are you kidding?”
“I take it that’s a no.”
“That’s a hell, no. Besides, it’s not pushy.”
“No?” she asked as she pulled down his zipper.
“No. It’s very, very, very...” he groaned as her hand dipped beneath his boxers and wrapped around his cock “...hot.”
Savannah slid off his lap and stood.
“Are we going to the bedroom?” he asked.
“No. Get naked while I get a condom.”
He watched as she walked out of the room, then did as she’d asked. Asked, hell. She’d demanded. Which he found sexy as sin.
A couple of minutes later, Savannah returned. Naked. Clutching a handful of condoms. She gave him one and tossed the rest on the end table. He put it on, held out his hand and helped her to straddle him again. He held her hips to guide her as she sank down on him until he was fully inside her.
Harlan used one hand to pull her head forward so he could kiss her. She began to move, slowly at first, then faster and faster, stronger, deeper until he couldn’t think, could hardly breathe. He felt her muscles clench around him, heard her cry as she came and with a final thrust, exploded inside her.
