“Let me take care of you, Savvie. Let’s forget for the time being all the problems in the past and just concentrate on the present.” Matt said.
“You can’t be serious.” She replied.
“I’m very serious. I’ve never been more serious in my life. We have a lot to work out. We can’t do that if we aren’t willing to spend the time together and talk.”
She’d never wanted to break down and cry more in her entire life. If only he’d been willing to listen before. If only he’d been willing to talk, to understand then. The one person she should have been able to count on above all others had coldly looked through her and called her a liar. And now he wanted to kiss and make up?
He touched her face with his fingers, and she was surprised that they trembled against her skin. His eyes were imploring her and she wavered
His eyes took her in for a few seconds before he said. "Good morning""Good morning" Savannah replied.“I'm sorry I won't be able to have breakfast with you. I have to run out to go see that investor for a few hours.” he paused then added. "Would you like to come with me?"Savannah shook her head. "Aren't you kind of in a hurry?" she asked."Yes" he said, "Will you be all right alone?"She nodded, relieved that she wouldn’t immediately have to face him. She needed time to regain her composure. Time to mentally reconstruct her defenses.“Yes, of course. When will you be back?” she asked.He checked his watch. “It’s almost eight now. I shouldn’t be later than noon. We can go to the mainland together and have lunch in a restaurant there and then maybe go for a walk later if you like.”There wasn’t much she could say
She looked a lot like the old Savannah. The Savannah he’d been crazy about. The one who always had a ready smile, was quick to laugh and who offered her affection freely.The reserved, angry Savannah was someone he didn’t know.She seemed a little nervous and unsure as she came to stand by the bar, and he hated that there was a tangible barrier between them. Before she wouldn’t have hesitated to launch herself into his arms and give him one of her big, squeezing hugs.Now? He ached to get close enough to her that she didn’t withdraw.“You ready?” he asked, forcing a casual note into his voice.She nodded. He put his hand to her back, noting the expanse of flesh bared by the sundress. Rosa had done well. The dress fit her like a dream, molding in all the right places. The bodice was held up by ends tied at the nape of her neck; but her flesh was
Matt gripped the back of his seat with one hand and ran a hand through his hair with the other. “I’m sorry.” he said.“I’ve lost my appetite,” Savannah stated flatly as she pushed away from her seat.“Savvie, don’t do this,” he protested. “You have to eat. Don’t let that cat ruin our lunch.”Her lips tightened in fury. “That cat seems to know an awful lot about our situation, wouldn’t you agree?” she asked.She turned from the table and stalked toward the entrance of the restaurant. Matt followed her and stood in front of her when they got outside."Savvie" he began, but she held up her hand to stop him."I want to leave this place, Matt" she said. "Just take me away from here"He said nothing and nodded. When they retur
She tasted better than anything Matt had ever experienced before. The feel of her skin against his lips was a beguiling combination of feminine softness and spice.He could feel the heat of Savannah's arousal as she pressed her hips into his, sensed how ready she was for him.So ready Matt wanted to take her right here and now. To thrust into her time and time again, until she screamed out his name as she climaxed, wildly, fiercely, as spasm after spasm of pleasure wrapped itself around him and she took him over that edge with her. Until she admitted that she was his.She moaned low in her throat as his kiss gentled and became exploratory. He moved her to the edge of the bed and lowered her onto the mattress, never ceasing his slow movement over her lips.He pushed her legs apart, grinding his arousal against her tempting heat in an effort to relieve some of the fierceness of his ow
His voice was thick with regret and it trembled with emotion as he stroked his hand over her hair.“You have to know that Leila was here for the sole reason of causing trouble between us.” he said.She went still against him, knowing that what she was about to say would probably only piss him off more, but she was through pulling her punches.“Are you ready to admit that your mother hates me and would do anything to get rid of me? If you didn’t talk to Leila about us, then who the hell do you think did?” she asked.“I know,” he said quietly. “It won’t work, though. As soon as we return home, I’ll put an end to this. I promise. She won’t be allowed to hurt you like this.”She sagged against him. She wanted so desperately to believe him this time. His eyes were slowly being opened. Did this mean he
She leaned her forehead against his. His onslaught was relentless and he didn’t play fair.“I’m afraid,” she whispered.“So am I.”Surprised by his admission, she retreated a few inches and flicked her gaze up and down, searching for the truth in his eyes.“Don’t look at me like that. You aren’t the only one hurting. I… Damn it, I promised we wouldn’t bring the past up. I’m not going to. But you aren’t the only one who got hurt in all this. I cared about you. I wanted to marry you. I…”He paused and dragged a hand through his hair. He suddenly looked haggard and tired, worn down by the dark emotion that flowed between the two of them.“I still want to marry you,” he quietly admitted.The admission was stark, so plainly and painfully laid out. Almost as if he wasn’t happy with the truth of the words but said them all the same. He stared at her, his discom
He settled beside her and they began to eat.Savannah stared out over the water as she munched on one of the tasty little confections whose name escaped her. It had cheese and shrimp. She wasn’t sure of the other ingredients, but it was good and she was starving.The sky had started to soften. Wispy pastel tendrils flirted across the horizon as the sun sank lower. She closed her eyes and allowed the breeze to soothe her fried nerves.She’d expended more emotional energy over the past months than she had in a lifetime. She was tired and wanted to exist free of distress. Just for a little while. She wanted to forget the nights she’d been unable to sleep for crying or the nights she’d lain awake hurting so much that she’d wondered if it would ever stop.Here she just wanted to be. Here she could at least pretend that the past year hadn’t happened. This could very well have been her
Tess stretched lazily beside the pool. Rhythmic splashing told her without having to look that Dash's sister was still swimming laps. Elena was a sweet girl. Two years Tess’s junior, she was a lot like Dash in some ways, but more easy going.She didn’t defer to her brother as if he were a deity and she had no desire to marry a man solely to secure her future. Tess admired and liked her lot as they had a lot in common.Smart and independent, Elena had made life in the Black household bearable for Tess. Not that Dash's mother was unbearable. Quite the opposite. She was kindness itself, but she took the marriage of her son and his girlfriend as a foregone conclusion. Just yesterday she had completely unnerved Tess by insisting she be measured for a wedding gown.When Tess had mentioned this to Dash, he had merely smiled and complimented his mother on her forward thinking. Evidently, neither he nor his mother had any doubt a