and across the hard muscles of my stomach that jumped in appreciation.
More. Oh, man, I wanted so much more with her. I wanted everything. I wanted to push her against the wall and eat her. I wanted to lay her out on a bed and cherish her, love her, and at the same time I wanted to bend her over a chair and make her scream as she came.
“I don’t want to stop,” she said. Those circles under my shirt grew and grew until one of her blunt nails raked across my nipple.
“I have to leave on Sunday,” I said. “I…can’t stay.”
I could come back, I thought, but didn’t say. One word from you and I would be back here like a boomerang.
“I know,” she said, her smile ghostly. “But I want this,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss me, her teeth taking a small bite out of my lip. “I want everything you have to give me. For however long I can have it.”
“Savannah,” I groaned, her name a plea. It occurred to me to ask if she was sure, but then her hand slid down the front of my pants.
Doesn’t get more sure than that.
I swept her up in my arms, feeling very Rhett Butler.
Using my foot, I bumped open the door to the sleeping porch.
As she slid down onto the bed like bourbon out of a bottle, the look in her eyes was a challenge and my blood pounded in response. Savannah wanted sex. And as she leaned backward and spread herself out against the faded, soft sheets, her knees bent, her arms spread, the tie on her robe giving up the best of her secrets, I knew how she wanted it.
The same way I did.
Wild. Hot. Now.
I leaned down and pushed open her robe, revealing the perfection of her body. The tight curve of her breast, the taut belly, the gorgeous mystery at the apex of her thighs.
Her skin was silk under my hand, her nipples hard as I rolled them against my palm, pinched them, just enough that her eyes went hazy, her lips parted in a moan.
I licked her open mouth, toying with her lips, her tongue, until she pushed herself up and sealed her mouth to mine.
Then the fun really started.
My clothes, barely touched by her long elegant hands, fell off my body until we were skin to skin. The electrical current between us could light up the Manor for months, years.
She was strong and her muscles held me tight, gripped me hard. A leg around my hip, an arm around my shoulders and it felt as though she might never let me go.
And that was so okay with me.
My erection brushed the liquid heat between her legs and we both gasped, arching hard into each other.
“You better have protection,” she whispered into my ear, licking the rim, biting the lobe and my brain went blank.
Protection?
Her fingertips danced over my erection, her thumb tracing circles around the head. “Condom?” she said.
I blinked, unable to tell whether she was speaking English.
“Matt?” She smiled, womanly and knowing.
“You’re killing me,” I breathed, closing my eyes when both her hands got in on the act.
“We’ll both be hurting if you don’t have a condom.”
Oh, right. A condom.
I kissed her hard and leaned up on my arms, reluctant to leave the stunning heat of her body. More so when her breasts were gilded in moonlight, the nipples dark and hard. I sucked one into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth.
“A condom!” she cried, pushing me away. “Hurry.”
I leaped from the bed and found my kit bag. I pulled out a ribbon of condoms and whirled back to the bed.
Man, she was beautiful. Long-limbed and naked, her eyes hot, her lips wet.
“You’re staring, Matt,” she murmured, her legs falling open slightly, an erotic invitation.
“I’m stunned, Savannah,” I said, suddenly humbled that all this was even happening.
I love you. I caught the words in time, shoving away the impulse to tell her how I felt. It seemed wrong to do it now, as if all that I was feeling was tied to sex, which couldn’t be further from the truth.
I’d come here looking for justice and found something better.
Salvation.
“You okay?” she asked, tilting her head. All that hair, silver in the moonlight, fell over her shoulder, and I couldn’t have walked away from her if I was on fire. There was simply no way.
“You’re a goddess,” I said. Her answering smile was indulgent, doubtful, and I knew that she