My mouth was itching to be on hers and my dick was straining against my dress pants.She was perfection—a living, breathing embodiment of my perfect woman.A moan escaped her lips, which she turned into a cough when the lady sitting beside her turned her head.
People really needed to mind their own business.
Sydney Faw hit a high note, her arms extending wide as she ended her performance.The crowd roared in applause, and some got out of their seats to offer a standing ovation.
“Oh, that was just beautiful!”Mama V exclaimed, still clapping her hands.She turned to face us and I feigned a smile.“That Sydney sure grew into some pipes.Savannah, you remember Aunt Sydney, don't you?”
My fingers curled inside Savannah then came to an abrupt stop when she suddenly tugged my arm away and stood.
“Of course,” Savannah breathed out, clearing her throat.“Excuse me, I'm just going to… freshen up.”
Then she disappeared through the crowd.
Mama V furrowed her brows as she watched her go, then turned to look at me.“Everything okay?Things ain't easy on her right now.Go check on her, will you?”
Lips curling into a smile, I nodded and stood.“Of course.”
Because we were far from over, trouble.
23 | Eyes On The Mirror
Savannah
Icouldn’tfeelmylegs.
Or maybe I could—but every nerve in them was still humming from what he’d done under that table.
My skin burned as I moved through the crowd, murmuring quiet apologies as I slipped past bodies and chairs.Applause erupted behind me, people rising to their feet for the singer near the front, but the sound was muffled.Distant.Like I was underwater.
All I could think about was his hand on me.
The way his fingers had moved with confidence.Precision.Like he'd been waiting for the chance to claim me.
I needed air.
I needed space.
My pulse thundered between my ears as I pushed through the ballroom doors and into the quiet hallway.The sudden silence wrapped around me like cool air, but it did nothing to calm the fire low in my stomach.
Nothing.
I spotted the restroom sign and made a beeline for it, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor.
Inside, the luxurious bathroom was empty.
Thank God.
I exhaled shakily and walked toward the counter, my reflection coming into view under the soft lighting.My lips were parted.My cheeks flushed.My eyes… wild.
I paced once.Twice.My fingers threaded through my hair, and I forced breaths down my lungs.Then, when I finally got a grip on reality, I planted both hands on the marble countertop, gripping the edge as I leaned forward.
“Get it together,” I muttered to myself, hating how breathless my voice sounded.
Not to mention the way my body throbbed with the memory of his touch, heat pooling low, stubborn and impossible to ignore.
Okay, Savannah, breathe.
You are a grown woman.
