Savannah wasn’t prepared for the invasion. Her body was so primed, she climaxed almost at once. He released her hands and she clung to him as he drove into her over and over again, bringing her to another roaring climax. And then another before he finally found his own release.
By that time, Savannah was a rag doll, so overwhelmed with the three orgasms that she couldn’t even wrap her arms around him as he pulled her close, a satisfied smile on his handsome features. Savannah wanted to snuggle closer, but her body was limp. Instead, she sighed with contentment when he draped her body over his exactly how he wanted her.
“You’re horrible,” she whispered, as she fell asleep.
Gaelen watched as Savannah’s soft lashes fluttered closed, a deep sense of satisfaction settling in his chest. This was his woman, he thought, tightening his arm around her gently, needing to feel her against him. He didn’t wake her up, even though he wanted to talk to her, settle things between them. Her invitation to attend her graduation had been the signal that he’d unconsciously been waiting for. The moment when he knew that she’d accepted him as her man.
Staring up at the ceiling, he planned things out. Her graduation was next week. He’d propose to her that night. After dinner, he thought. A celebration dinner. He’d buy her the biggest diamond ring he could find. No, not the biggest. Savannah was too low key to wear a massive diamond. Besides, she was too delicate for a big ring. A small ring, but one that was perfect, just like her.
He’d watch her walk across the stage and accept her diploma and he’d cheer the loudest when she accepted this award that she’d been so secretive about. Hell, he hadn’t even known that she’d entered a design in any competition. Why hadn’t she told him about it before now?
It didn’t matter. She’d asked him to be with her during her graduation. The competition had probably taken place weeks ago. Maybe even months. It didn’t matter if it was just yesterday, she wanted him to be there for her. That was all that mattered.
He’d watch her graduate, then take her out to dinner. He’d toast her accomplishments with champagne, then he’d bring her back here and make love to her until she was…he smiled as he looked down at her. The phrase ‘limp with pleasure’ came to mind. Yes, he’d make love to her until she was limp, then he’d propose. Or maybe he’d just slip the ring on her finger. He liked that idea. He knew that she felt very strongly for him, although her exact feelings were a bit of a mystery. Did she love him?
Yes. She must. She wouldn’t have asked him to attend her graduation if she wasn’t in love with him.
After working everything out in his mind, he pulled her closer, kissed the top of her head and then fell asleep, certain that they would have a good life together.
Chapter 11
“No! I can’t right now!” Gaelen snapped, glancing at his watch. He had less than two hours before Savannah’s graduation started.
“He attacked the southern border, Gaelen!” Amit snapped.
Gaelen could picture his brother pacing across his office, fury in every step. He could also picture Harper standing off to the side, wondering when to step in and smooth thing out.
“I have something…!” he paused, closing his eyes. He couldn’t leave his country vulnerable like this! Allaena, this timing sucked! “Why would Santos attack now? He and I have been talking over the past several weeks. The peace negotiations have been going well and…” he paused before he said something really stupid. Like that he almost respected the bastard. “Amit, this doesn’t make any sense!”
“I agree!” he roared back. “And yet, the evidence is pretty damn clear!”
He shook his head. “No! I don’t believe it. There’s been nothing in our conversations that would cause this. He’s not like that! And besides, he has too much to gain. All of the concessions he’s given to Izara are mirrored in equal contributions to his country. Santos wouldn’t do this now!”
“What? Are you friends with the bastard now?”
“Hell no!” Gaelen yelled back furiously. “Santos is a bastard in every way. But…” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “He’s a straightforward bastard, Amit. We’ve been talking and this just doesn’t seem like him. Something’s not right.”
Amit huffed and there was a world of emotions in that single puff of air. “Yeah? Then get your