As she does, her eyes are swimming with unshed tears. My hands cup her face, and leaning forward, I kiss each eye. “Tell me,” I encourage.
She gently nods. “I told Richard that I couldn’t marry him, and he was angry.”
“What the fuck did he do to you? I’ll fucking kill him for putting his hands on you.” I’m angry now, and it’s taking everything I have to not show how angry I am. No one touches my girl.
“He held me tight while he got in my face. He…he knows that you’re in my life. I mean, well, I hope that you’re going to be in my life. He assumed it was you—the reason why I can’t marry him.”
I offer her a gentle smile. “I am in your life, and you’re in mine. Don’t ever think otherwise. I kn
ow everything seems to be happening at once, but I need you to know that this, between us, is so much more.” I kiss her on the tip of her nose. “I’d rather be kissing your lips, but if I start, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.”
She reaches out to me, and winces in pain again. It’s killing me seeing her like this. A part of me can’t forgive myself for not being around to protect her from the bastard.
I reach for the bottom of her shirt. “I need to see exactly what he did to you.” I meet her gaze and when she nods, I help her out of her shirt.
I try not to gaze at her breasts, which are encased in a sexy, pink, lacy bra as I take in the fingerprints on her forearms. “Oh, God, Babe…I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to prevent this.” My fingers gently caress over the marks. “Did he hurt you anywhere else?”
She hesitates, which tells me he did.
“My shoulder blades…He shoved me back into the wall.”
“Show me.”
Savannah starts to turn and mid-turn, I take hold of her hips and pull her closer to me so that she’s practically sitting on my knee. I move her curls over her shoulder, and then I see the bruising. The bastard must have shoved her with some force.
Leaning into her, I feather kisses over each of the large bruises and find I don’t want to stop. I love the feel of her skin under my hands, which are locked on her hips, and under my lips. I could do a lot with my mouth and Savannah.
Those thoughts are going to get me in to trouble today, but right now, I want to take care of her. She’s hurting and I want to give her a new memory.
Continuing to kiss her, I move up to the nape of her neck, nuzzle my nose against her and smile when she sighs in pleasure.
“He wants to be shot for laying his hands on you.”
I kiss along her neck and shoulder, bending further to kiss the marks on her arms before moving back to her neck.
Her delicate earlobe calls to me.
Sliding my hands to her stomach, I play with her earlobe and notice the goose bumps breaking out on her skin.
Having my hands and mouth on her isn’t causing goose bumps in me, but it has my erection trying to punch free of my shorts. Before too long, it’s going to be obvious with only one move by Savannah.
“Jace,” she whispers, followed by a moan when I nibble her lobe. “What about your brother and his wife?”
“Trust me when I tell you that they’re doing a lot more than what we’re doing right now.”
With a bit of maneuvering, she turns and straddles me, tossing her hair back over her shoulder.
I gulp and gulp again. Her pussy is pressed tightly against my dick while I have the most amazing view that I’ve ever seen. Her large breasts are right under my nose. Her nipples pushing against the lace are just begging for my touch. As I reach up, I meet and hold Savannah’s eyes, watching her reaction as I rub against her nipples with my fingers. Her eyes drift closed and her hips gyrate on my dick as I watch the pleasure roll through her.
I want nothing more than to lie her down on the sofa and make love to her, but I can’t—not here. Trying to rein in my desire for my beautiful woman, I cup her face with unsteady hands and bring her to my lips.
“I can’t love you here no matter how much I want to, and I certainly can’t without ever tasting your lips.” My warning being spoken, I grab her shirt and help her back into it because I sure as hell don’t want anyone else seeing her without it.
Once she’s dressed, I cup the back of her head and finally taste the lips that I’ve dreamed about having wrapped around my cock.
At the first touch, our mouths fuse together and her flavor bursts on my tongue, sending my head spinning. She tastes dark and sultry.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I settle us down on the sofa with Savannah lying on top of me.