Page 45 of Her Every Fantasy

I pulled her to my side in the lift, and when she rested her head on my shoulder, I secretly touched my own lips, that heavy throb of satisfaction inside me toying with the hunger for more.

But as the lift hurtled us to the ground floor, another emotion settled in.

Mild dread.

The reason for all of that was waiting to be dissected like an unwanted cadaver. And while I knew we couldn’t avoid discussing the Dan issue, and even grudgingly got an inkling of what kind of family mind-fuckery had driven her into the bastard’s arms, I wanted to spend what was left of the afternoon with Savvie without a crappy atmosphere between us. ‘So, where to?’ I asked, leaning down and kissing her soft mouth, my pulse jumping at how natural, how unbelievably sweet she tasted. ‘We could hit the food first? You feel up to eating now?’

She nodded. ‘God, yes, I’m starving.’

For a moment I wondered if she’d have been able to say this to anyone without judgement. Then felt glad she could say it to me.

I wrapped my fingers around several strands of corkscrew curls. ‘We’ve done the Michelin-star thing. Feel like exploring the other end of the culinary spectrum?’

Her eyes widened. ‘What do you have in mind?’

‘Steamed clam and noodles at the hawkers’ market in Marina Bay?’

She gave a pleasured groan. ‘I’ll have to do double my gym session in the morning but I can’t resist a hawkers’ market.’

‘I can help you with the workout in some other way if you like?’ I whispered in her ear. And earned myself a lusty little shiver and peaked nipples that assured me she was anticipating our next bedroom encounter as much as I was.

‘Hmm, an idea worth merit. I’ll think about it,’ she said saucily as the lift doors opened at garage level.

Without my releasing her we walked towards my car and I held the door open for her. She didn’t get in immediately. Instead, she slid her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. The invitation was too tempting to resist. My pulse jumped, my hands finding her luscious arse and dragging her closer.

Right from the start, I’d been drawn to Savannah because of her inner strength. Finding out about the insecurities that had plagued her had been a mild shock because I’d been fooledby her outward confidence.

Call me sick, but those touches of vulnerability made me want her more, but it was the unashamed desire to grab what she wanted—like a kiss in an underground garage—that attacked the walls I wanted to build around my more forbidden emotions. The ones that made me question the real reason behind staying away from her all these years. Had I been afraid ofthis? Where it could go? Whether I would fuck it up?

I shied away from the suspiciously affirmative answer.

But when she flicked her tongue against mine, when she whirled us about and pushed me against the car door and deepened the kiss, I called myself ten kinds of fool for waiting this long to take the risk.

Within a minute, I was hard as a rock. Desperately wishing we were somewhere more private. I wondered how she felt about front-seat sex.

Before I could drag my mouth away to ask, she was pushing off me, depriving me of her insanely gorgeous body.

I remained where I was, momentarily unsure whether my legs would carry my weight if I attempted to stand.

After a few tries, I stood. ‘What was that for?’

Her hand dropped to my fly, caressed the eager bulge in my trousers. ‘You’re not the only one who’s been waiting a long time for our first kiss, Bryce,’ she replied huskily. ‘Be warned that I might jump you every now and then until our little deadline is up.’

The reminder of our deadline soured my mood and sent my mind flying in many unwanted directions as I fired up the car’s engine. Was the reminder some sort of warning?

A sideways glance at her didn’t show the apprehension I felt but who the hell knew with Savvie?

I hated myself a little for that last thought. By all accounts while I’d been lamenting about my dysfunctional family, she’d been going through a hell of her own. Had my blindness contributed to our estrangement?

Chaotic thoughts chased through my mind all the way to Marina Bay.

A wave of heat hit us the moment we stepped out and I tossed my keys to the valet. I was used to the heat and humidity of Singapore, having lived here for a few years.

I glanced at Savvie as she fanned herself. Already a bead of sweat was forming on her upper lip. The sick sex freak in me wanted to lick it off. ‘Are you good to walk? It’s just through the Gardens.’

‘Sure. Lead the way.’

She plucked a pair of stylish shades from her clutch and slid them on and immediately I wanted to object because I couldn’t see her beautiful eyes.

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