“It’ll be fun seeing who I get better mileage and a smoother ride from,” she teased as she slid her hips across his hips and groin. “We’ll have to see which I want more—you—or the car.” In one swift turn she rolled out from under him and straddled him.
“You little minx. You are going over my lap right here and now. I don’t care if Julian wakes and kills me. You won’t get my car without a fight. ” He pushed up from under her taking her with him and over his lap she went, laughing as he paddled her bottom as gently as he could.
Savanah made no attempt to get away, more than happy to be receiving his affections. She curled around him like a boa, and buried her face in the covers of the bed, to drown out any sounds. Didn’t work. If anything she giggled more.
“Shush!” Ethan pleaded as he slid his hand under her pajama bottoms and fondled the delicate folds of skin in between her thighs. After a few intense minutes he had her sinking her teeth into the pillow to muffle hefty pleasure-filled notes. “I need you all to myself. You still have yet to see my one surprise I’ve got for you.”
Savanah’s dimple graced her cheek. “What is it all ready?”
“That’s one visual I’m not spoiling.”
“Ethan, you’ve been one giant surprise, a most pleasant one.”
“Morning you two,” came from behind the separation screen. “I’m going out to get some tea and beignets. Any takers? I’m walking…slowly, all the way there, all the way back…” Julian stuck his head around the makeshift wall and winked as he tip-toed past.
“We get the hint, Uncle.” Savanah looked at Ethan, her cheeks a brilliant shade of red. “I’d love one or two. Ethan gets some only if he gets to actually eat them!” Savanah gave her uncle a knowing glance. She knew what they’d planned for Ethan.
“You’re just like your mum. Nothing is bloody sacred,” Julian shot back. “I’ll be a few hours. Behave!” Julian walked out the door still half-dressed without so much as a glimpse back.
“Alone at last.” Savanah grinned. Every hormone in her body stretched and woke up. She was certain beyond a doubt her body was in a constant state of estrus. Suddenly the room didn’t seem big enough, or her clothes. Everything was tight, constricting, along with her airway. Hyperventilating, Savanah looked at Ethan humiliated.
Ethan reached for a plastic bag off the floor.
Savanah tried to make light of her predicament. “You going—to suffocate me—with that thing?” she asked in between gulping down air molecules.
Ethan handed it to her. “No sweet cheeks, I’ve got something a lot more fun I can choke you with.” Ethan got down in front of her and kissed her knees. “Savage, we don’t have to do this today just because your uncle so blatantly left us. I’m more than willing to wait for you. When the time’s right, you and I will meet on fair grounds. Not a second sooner. When you’re positive you won’t pass out on me, we’ll go for a walk along the river and get some exercise that way. I’ll go get your shower ready.” Ethan grabbed his jeans, dropped his pajama bottoms in front of her and flashed her a quick peek of some make-your-heart-run-a-marathon-cheeks. He glanced over his shoulder and winked before he crawled into his jeans.
At that moment, Savanah couldn’t have loved him more. It wasn’t just the ass, even if it was sweet, but his patience and tenderness took her by storm. Never, had any man shown such a caring, genuine concern for her happiness.
Ethan walked around the half wall that separated the shower from the rest of the bath and set the temperature of the water, got her towels ready and even hopped out the window of the room, instead of using the door to surprise her and stole some roses from a nearby vase. He spread petals on the floor when he returned.
Savanah started to cry.
“Not quite the outcome I’d hoped for. Did I do something wrong? Are you allergic to flowers?”
“No. It’s just that—this is beautiful. No one has ever done this for me.”
“Savage, I’m still reeling over the fact you never went to the movies on a date. How I found you leaves me breathless.”
“Do you need the plastic bag now?” She ruffled his curls tenderly. “Some things were meant to be.” She slipped the top to her pajamas off slowly, without turning away from him.
Confident global warming would never melt him, Ethan stood frozen. He followed her fingers as she undid the string that kept her pants in place. With a slight tug the knot unraveled and gravity took over. Her pants slipped down to hug her ankles.
Ethan’s hot air balloon began to fill. Lift-off in ten, nine, eight…
Savanah walked to him with a graceful swing of her hips. “Join me?” She held her hand to him.
“You certain?”
“What was that thing you needed to hear? Y—E—S. I believe that’s how it’s spelled. I love the rose petals. Nice touch.”
“No, my tall, dark queen, you’re nice to touch.” In one swift move he grabbed her and pulled her sensual body to his. Walking her backwards into the shower, he trapped her against the cool tile of the shower.
His kisses were hungry and offered her a delicious entrée.
She broke away laughing. “Foolish man. You’re still dressed.”
“It’s okay for now.”
“Eth, no more safe sex. Okayyy, that came out wrong. Get undressed.”
The way the shower turned Savanah’s skin into one long glimmering gem left him in awe. Each droplet of water held the fire of a diamond as it danced across her.
He traced every curve and outline her body offered, with as much restraint as his will allowed. Grabbing the mass of curls draped down her back, he swung her around and braided her hair in one loose tail. From the backside, Ethan caught his breath. Savanah’s ass had two more little dimples his tongue had to trace. Had too. Dropping to his knees with his eyes shut, Ethan kissed each of Savanah’s curves. He blew his breath over her delicious derriere, as a whisper in the wind could caress someone’s soul. His fingertips memorized each nuance her body held with a slow march up her legs. Feathering his finger lightly up the inside of her thigh, left Savanah laughing and squirming.
“I see I’ve found one ticklish spot.” He nudged her thighs apart and began to kiss her inner thigh. Goose bumps appeared.
Savanah jumped. Looking over her shoulder, she pleaded, “Eth, please. Are you going to get out of your clothes?”
“Eventually, baby. You warm enough?”
“I feel like a chocolate bar stuffed between two graham crackers, melting over a fire.”
“That you are, sweet cheeks. Did I mention I love chocolate?” Ethan latched onto her bottom and sucked giving her a large purple love bite. With a guilty grin, he admired his handy work. He stood and leaned into her, his chest against her back and curled his head into the crook of her neck and kissed her.
Savanah wiggled her bottom backwards into him. There sat a very solid lump under his soaked pants. “Ethan, I want something to play with. A rubber ducky or a floaty toy…something.” She pressed harder. “Take your pants off.”
“Stop whining and enjoy this.” He dragged his nails up the length of her legs inching upward to the juncture of where his wet dreams were stored. His fingers tangled in her maze of curls, purposefully missing the one spot on Savanah that would turn her inside out. Later, he’d go back to that little nubbin. First things first, he had to work her into a lather.
She wiggled, scooted, tried to direct his fingers to the right spot to no avail.
Ethan stilled her hips. “I want to do it my way.”
“Okay, old blue eyes. But if you’re going to do it your way you better sing to me whilst you do it.”
Between Ethan’s voice, his hands caressing her, Savanah did a better job at steaming up the bath than the hot water.
Ethan turned her face to meet his and kissed her, his lips hard on hers, his tongue in a heated duel with hers.
His thumb feathered her jaw. “Don’t close your eyes on me. Your eyes see a side of me I never thought would se
e the light of day again. You fill me with hope, Savanah, and I haven’t had that luxury in a few years.” He grabbed the bar of soap and washed her breasts, ran it down her abdomen, through her thighs from front to back a few times to tease her. A little trail of bubbles clung to her. With a quick glance, Ethan saw light, passion, and heat in her eyes, waiting for him with a hunger he’d never seen or experienced or believed he deserved.
Her skin was on fire, wherever he kissed her. He cupped each breast and rolled her nipples between his fingers. Two perfectly plump, succulent-sink-your-teeth-into-nipples he had to have. Right then. With a quick spin, he pinned her against the wall of the shower, the warm spray bathing her. Ethan took her ripened bud between his teeth and switched between sucking and nipping. Her pleas, “Just get naked already,” made him harder each time she begged. He grabbed her ass, and brought her toward him as his other hand caught her. He stroked her private lips, rubbed softly through the center, trapping her mons. With a delicate pinch and just the right amount of pressure, he had her grinding in his hand. He sang some jumbled song to her while he continued changing the rhythm until her legs shook.
“Ethan, I adore your voice. You missed your calling even with a mouthful!” She melted into one giant puddle. Of course his fingers gliding over her mons might have had something to do with her soggy state of affairs, not the shower they were submerged in.
The more he touched her, the more anxious she became. Savanah didn’t know whether to cry or scream from the storm this man brought out in her. Tiny little zingers scurried down her every nerve, from one synapse to the next, spreading her fiery little hot and bothered hormones to every dark sacred place in her body.
“Please take your clothes off.”
“Soon, Pippy,” he answered. “Right here, right now, I want you to turn and face the wall and spread your legs.”
Savanah did as she was asked. Within seconds Ethan’s tongue traipsed around her ankle and headed north. The second his mouth covered her clit, a tantalizing quiver rode her.
“Ummm,” she groaned. She grabbed the control to the shower and clung to it. She cried out one shrill, “OohGoddessthatfeelsrapturous…” The little zingers were no longer little, but rocking her. Her nipples pressed against the cold marble as Ethan’s scorching mouth worked its magic, Savanah soaked in the fabulous conflict. Ethan lapped at her as she came and didn’t quit even when she cried, “Eth, air, I need air. Would now be the time to get naked?” Desperation took on a whole new meaning.
With his teeth attached to her private lips he shook his head yes and she came again. Sliding inside her warm haven, his finger started a little dance of its own, tickling her insides and hitting something Savanah never had tickled.
Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, “Please, Ethan.”
“That’s what I wanted. Groveling. Love it.” Ethan stood, laughing at the surprised expression Savanah wore as she looked over her shoulder at him. With one free hand his pants met the floor leaving only air between them. “How long has it been since you’ve been with someone, Savvy? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“A while, but Eth, this is torture. Just try, now!”
“Turn around, Savage. You have to see this before you and I go any further, otherwise you won’t appreciate it afterwards.”
Savanah turned to meet Ethan’s gaze. His lips hit hers hard. Their tongues mated, tasted one another. Loved one another. Life or death. He needed her, and he’d never needed anyone. He broke away from her and pointed south. “Check it out before it runs out of hot air.”
Eyes wide, she said, “That is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. It had to hurt like hell getting it.”
Discretion is a wonderful tool if used wisely. In the hands of a moron, it can be more precise than lethal injection. Ethan’s first thought, tell how he got the tattoo and how it really didn’t hurt afterwards, flew out the window. No, no one would accuse him of being a moron. Not today, not ever again.
“I survived.” He bit the smile off his lips. “Hold on my little nut, coz I’m about to crack you wide open.”
She wrapped her hands around Ethan’s back and began her descent. She cupped the firm swell of his cheeks and tugged him closer still. Between her thighs, his erection pressed firm against her and quite frankly, his size took her breath away. All soft on the outside, solid on the inside, she wanted to sink her teeth into him just to find out if he was as sweet as he looked and felt. She reached down to find his shaft a velvety sheath more than ready to impale her. Her fingers trailed around the tip of his head. Ethan shook like a dog coming in from the rain. She squeezed him again just to relive the reaction.
“Tease.”
“Payback.” She pried backwards and peeked at his offering. The first time Ethan pushed his penis through Savanah’s private lips she thought she’d died. Her little itch festered into an uncontrollable need to be rubbed raw. The second, third and fourth journey through as his head bumped into her quim, she pretty much thought she’d entered heaven, but when he entered her, her body rocketed into a new Milky Way. In one swift plunge, Ethan filled her, with his body and love. The three times she’d ever been in this position (well, not this exact position) she’d never experienced anything other than heartache and loneliness. Right here and now she knew she had found Eden!
“Ethan, whatever you do, don’t stop, okay?”
“Not ’til I’m out of ammo. And trust me, there’s more than seven rounds in this pistol.” Ethan splayed his fingers across her mons, pushing in as his penis tickled and taunted her sweet spot.
The fire in her belly erupted and spread through her groin, down her legs, curled her toes and jumped to Ethan.
The moment her contractions gripped and squeezed his shaft, his seed sailed into port. For what seemed an eternity, neither one moved. Muscles deep inside them were working off the effects of their magic.
Pulling away from her, she cried out, “No, please, Eth, don’t leave me.”
Odd moment for him.
His heart skidded to a stop recalling the conversation they’d shared over his love life earlier in the week about him loving and leaving women. At that point he wondered how he could’ve been such a callous, insensitive, fool for so long and not died of stupidity or someone’s revenge.
“Baby, you’re stuck with me. I’m not leaving you today, tomorrow or ever.”
“Promise?” Savanah sniffled.
“Savage, marry me. I’ll make my promise to you and God. I won’t leave you.”
Choked up and crying at the same time she still managed to ask, “When?” She fished around outside the shower and grabbed a towel to wipe her nose and eyes.
“October’s end, under a canopy of glistening stars in the rose garden on your property. The end of fall. So…is that a yes?”
Savanah shook her head yes.
“Doesn’t work that way, baby. Need to hear the letters, remember?” Ethan hooked his fingers under her chin and brought her teary eyes into view.
“Y—E—S. Ethan, I—”
Ethan devoured her words, kissing her with every ounce of compassion he could give to her, leaving the two of them licking their lips and gasping for air.
“I promise, Savanah, I’ll do my best to make you smile every day.”
“You’re off to a good start, Mr. Kitt, but I’m famished and the water’s gone cold. Now what?”
“Come on, hopefully Julian’s back with food.”
****
Savanah rifled through a few outfits still in bags from their trip to the mall a few days earlier, trying to decide what she’d like to wear. “You really have five sisters?” She held up a black lacy boxer and matching bra in front of him and gave a little wiggle. “You like?”
Ethan nodded. “I think it would look better on you.”
Savanah swatted him.
“I was the baby. Got picked on relentlessly from the day I popped out.”
“I can see why,” she teased. That teasing got her naked littl
e butt tossed onto the bed and pinned under Ethan in a flash. It did nothing to halt her laughter.
“I’ve learned a few tricks about getting picked on since then, Savage. Revenge can be so sweet.” Ethan lowered his mouth over hers and kissed her, rekindling the fire in her belly. He moved to her neck where his lips lingered, his breath sweeping her away to places only her dreams allowed her to venture.
“Savanah, I know this may sound silly, or even old-fashioned, but when I’m with you I feel different about myself. Every instinct I have just wants to spend an eternity making love to you and protecting you.”
“Nice to know this. And you’ll get your wishes, all of them because we seem to have longevity working with us. Ethan, I—”
“Hey you two, good morning. Am I interrupting? Sleep well, Peanut?” André came through the adjoining door, oblivious to the layout of his daughter and her lover as he headed for the couch and the remote.
“Good morning, Papa. Slept wonderfully and no, you’re not interrupting us. You’re too late. Don’t look, still naked.” Savanah gave her father an evil smile as she lay under Ethan thinking of the credit card commercial. Private jet from New York to New Orleans—two thousand dollars. Limos and cabs all week—another grand. Food and hotel for the week—an easy two grand. Look on Papa’s face after finding his daughter under Ethan both in birthday suits—priceless.
The remote hit the floor and separated into shards of metal fragments and plastic. André turned without so much as another word and walked through the door. The entire wall shook when he slammed it shut.
“Wow! Didn’t expect that. Why did you piss him off?”
“Because, if I didn’t he’d just continue with his little off color comments trying to get a rise out of me. I beat him to the punch line.” Savanah looked away from Ethan, tearing up.
“Is this the first time you two have head butted each other, except for the first day he found me in your bedchamber? There seems to be a pattern here.” Ethan wiped away her tears. “You’ll both be fine, baby, unless, of course, he really hates me.”
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