shot a glance at the clock. Four in the morning seemed like an odd time to get up and eat, but she was suddenly ravenous. The thought of making breakfast and bringing it to Zach in bed had her feet on the floor before she could finish the thought.
“Where’re you going?” The sleep-slurred growl sent tremors of arousal throughout her bloodstream.
“Thought I’d make breakfast.”
“Time is it?”
She winced. “Four o’clock.”
Grabbing her by the waist, he rolled over, taking her with him until she was under him. “And cooking breakfast is the only thing you could think to do this early?”
Her hand rubbed his scruffy face, loving the prickle of bristles against her fingertips. “You have another suggestion?”
He raised her leg, bent it slightly, and paused at her entrance. “Too sore?”
Yes, she was, but that didn’t stop her from grabbing his butt and pushing him deep. As he surged in, she gasped at the fullness.
“Okay?”
“Oh yeah.” Her body arched, accepting him, wanting him even deeper, to be as close to him as possible. How many nights had she dreamed of this? Eventually she had stopped fantasizing, stopped dreaming. And in many ways, stopped living.
Unable and unwilling to share those thoughts, Savannah showed him with her body just how okay she was. Arms and legs wrapped around him securely, she gave herself over to the delicious feelings only this man could create inside her. Soon she’d have to think about consequences and the future. But not now. Right now all she wanted was to feel and to appreciate. When climax came upon her, she closed her eyes and let the earth and its problems fall away. In the arms of her one and only lover, everything was perfection.
* * *
Zach rolled away from the panting, glistening woman. Never in a thousand years would he have thought she would be in his arms like this again. He knew he didn’t deserve her easy forgiveness. There had been so few questions about his past, what he had done and where he had been. She had told him very little about herself, either. What was going on in that beautiful head of hers? A vague sense of uneasiness swept through him. Why had she gone so easily into his arms? What did this mean? Was she ready for something more? Should he talk about that? Ask her what she wanted?
He huffed out a frustrated breath. Hell, Savannah was the one who was supposed to overanalyze and over-think. Not that he was impulsive, but he usually went with his gut and faced the consequences when necessary. But now, with her warm breath still caressing him, the feel of her satin-soft body still moist and wet from his release, he wanted to know everything.
“Tell me about your life in Nashville.”
“What?”
“We’ve not really talked about those kinds of things. Where do you live, an apartment or a house? You have any pets? What’s your favorite restaurant?”
“Apartment. No pets. Don’t have a favorite restaurant. I’ve already told you I like my job. There’s not much more to say.”
Vague uneasiness became full-fledged concern. She wasn’t even being evasive. She was basically telling him her life in Nashville wasn’t any of his business. “Savannah, where do you see this going?”
She sat up and grabbed the sheet to cover herself. Zach felt the hit to his chest. She was covering herself, the move an obvious one of self-protection. Maybe the forgiveness he thought she had given him wasn’t real. Maybe for her, last night’s hot sex had been nothing more than that. A need had been quenched. But as for him, he knew he wanted more … a hell of a lot more.
“I’ll make breakfast.” She went to her feet, still holding the sheet to her body.
“Answer my question first,” he said quietly.
She turned, and for the first time, he felt as though he didn’t know her. Her face was still beautiful and so very familiar, but there was a blankness he wasn’t used to seeing.
“I don’t think we really need to talk about the future right now. This is all too new and it’s too soon.”
Zach rolled over and set his feet on the floor, his back to her. She was right. This was all too new and he didn’t want to spoil what had been to him the most satisfying night of his life. Problem was, he wanted it to have meant just as much to her and it was obvious that it hadn’t.