“Mm, Logan…”
“Mhm.”
“I really should go.”
I smile when Savannah practically whimpers in displeasure and curls her fingers at my nape, stopping me when I go to pull away from her lips, “Stop kissing me then.” I mumble amusedly against her lips.
“God, I can’t.” She groans into my mouth, her tongue sneaking past my lips in search of my own. We’ve been parked outside her apartment for the last fifteen minutes kissing passionately like two lust-crazed adolescents. Savannah is in my lap in the driver’s seat, her legs draped across the center console of my convertible. She’s so petite that she fits comfortably.
We spent the entire weekend together, hauled up in that penthouse suite fucking like hypersexual rabbits that can’t get enough of one another. And by God, I couldn’t get enough of her. The way she’s kissing me and moaning right now has me tempted to sack off work for the week and whisk her away someplace so I could have her all to myself with no interruptions, but I can’t, because Monday is one of the busiest days for me at the office, especially with the Istanbul project coming up.
Fuck, I forgot all about the pesky Istanbul project. We’ve got the annual construction expo out there in two weeks, to which I must plan a soiree to entice the investors, so they’ll loosen the purse strings and invest close to a billion dollars to build the multi-functional commerce and hotel complex.
Wait a minute, what’s stopping me from asking Savi to join me? Four days away in a spectacular city with her would be an absolute dream. Perhaps I could convince her under the guise of hiring her to help me plan the get together. I’ll have to check the schedule first, but I’ll be sure to ask if she would consider it.
Regrettably, our fiery make out session comes to an end when my phone starts ringing, and we begrudgingly draw away, panting. I groan and utter a string of curses when I see the name on the LCD screen.
‘April calling’
“Who’s April?” Savannah questions stiffly, looking over at the screen when she notices the irked look on my face.
“My pain in the ass ex-wife,” I answer irritably with a roll of my eyes.
“Ahh, I see,” she utters with a sympathetic smile and drops a kiss to my bearded jaw. “I best get going, it’s getting late, and we both have work early in the morning.”
I groan and bury my face into the crook of her neck and nuzzle affectionately. “You can go but leave your lips.” I state playfully and she bites her lip and chuckles. “And your pussy,” I add hoarsely. “And these.” I groan, cupping her perfect tits.
“Anything else?” she purrs sultrily, tilting her head back so I can suck at her throat.
“Your perfectly peachy ass, those captivating eyes, your sexy legs and beautiful feet… oh fuck it, just stay with me, because I want every goddamn inch of you.”
“Keep talking to me like that and I just might be swayed.” She murmurs sensually, inching those sinful lips closer to mine. I stare at her mouth avidly, my hand grips and squeezes her thigh. “Or you could come upstairs, and I can give you a tour of my bedroom.” She suggests roguishly.
I moan throatily and rock my hips up, grinding my now swollen cock against her firm ass. “Such an enticing offer Wildfire, but you and I both know we will not make it to that bedroom.”
Savannah grasps my jaw and slants her lips over mine, brushing them teasingly as she speaks. “My roommate will be home, so we’ll have to.”
I smirk, “I don’t give a shit whose home baby, I’ll fuck you where I want, and she can watch for all I care.” Savannah’s eyes grow wide, and she stares back at me taken aback. Though, the sudden spark of unruly desire and intrigue that ignites deep in her amber eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by me and fuck if it doesn’t add to my already raging arousal.
“I—” My phone ringing interrupts whatever she’s about to say and I press my molars together to stem the mounting annoyance deep in my gut. Savannah turns to look at the LCD screen, her brows pinch together slightly and she licks her lips.
“Uhm, you should probably get that.” She states slipping off my lap and back into the passenger seat. I pinch the bridge of my nose and inwardly project every curse word I could think of at my ex.
Fuck me. I divorced the insufferable bitch and yet she still somehow manages to ruin my life. I heave a sigh and take hold of Savi’s hand and press a kiss to the center of her palm. “I’ll call you later?”
Savannah nods and smiles prettily as she goes to reach for the door handle. “I might answer,” she playfully throws over her shoulder.
“You better.” I let go of her hand and take hold of the nape of her neck and draw her back to me. My lips capture hers in a slow but deep kiss that leaves us both lamenting in dissatisfaction when we pull apart. “Go, before I change my mind.”
My eyes follow her fixedly as she pulls away, opens the door and gets out of the car. We watch one another the entire time she’s walking around the car, right to the very moment she unlocks her door and goes inside her apartment.
The disappointment that expands across my chest feels all too real for my liking. I have never in all my life been this infatuated this quickly with a girl.
The things I’m feeling for this girl already is dizzying.
ThingsI’ve not felt in a very long time.
Thingsthat are scaring the ever-living bejeezus out of me.