Page 24 of 14 Night Tryst

I immediately want to pull her to me and slowly kiss away the saddened look that falls on that angelic face. Licking her lips, Savi sets her glass on the bar and nods. “Okay, sure, let’s talk.” She replies, straightening in her seat.

Jesus, I feel sick to my stomach. I really hate this.

Our eyes interlock and we wordlessly stare into each other’s eyes. I can see she’s dreading having this conversation just as much as I am. Reaching over I take hold of her stall and pull her closer to me till her legs are between mine. “When we met that night in Q’s neither of us envisaged it going beyond a one-night thing.” Savi nods, looking down at her hands when I take them into mine and brush my thumbs over her knuckles. “I want you to know that over the course of the last ten days I’ve grown to really care about you. You’re truly special to me, Wildfire. And the last thing I want is to confuse or hurt you in any way.”

“I know that, and I’ve also grown to care about you too. I also know how guilty you’ve been feeling about our… encounters.” She asserts, drawing tiny circles on the flesh just above my thumb as she speaks.

“You must think I’m a disgraceful father and rightfully so, because I am.” I express sourly, keeping my eyes cast down. “What kind of self-respecting man knowingly sleeps with his son’s ex-girlfriend?”

“Logan, no,” Savi interjects quickly and lifts my head up so I could meet her gaze. “I don’t think that at all. Yes, the situation is thorny, and I was in a relationship with your son, but we didn’t know that at the start. When we met, I was Savannah, and you were Logan. My attraction for you had absolutely nothing to do with Trent, and it still doesn’t. I’ve never, even after I found out who you were considered you as my ex-boyfriend’s father,” Savi states. The warmth of her slender fingers caressing my jaw seeps through my skin and internally warms me.

“When I’m with you, it’s so easy to forget that not so long ago you were his.” I placidly voice, reaching up to brush the pad of my thumb over her lower lip. “These luscious lips belonged to him,” I murmur, lowering my gaze to her pouty mouth that I had spent a good five minutes kissing on the boat journey back from the restaurant. “He had the pleasure of staring honorably and getting lost in these captivating eyes.” Savi’s eyes drift shut, and a slow breathy sigh emanates from her when my fingers skim over her soft cheek. “Never thought I would ever be envious of my own son, but, you make me Savannah.”

“Logan, you have nothing to be envious about, because what he and I had in a whole year doesn’t even compare to what you and I shared in these last ten days.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you and I will never have a future beyond this trip, Savi.” I admit truthfully and the dismayed look in her hazel eyes feels like a hot blunt knife being plunged and twisted into my gut. “When those wheels touch down in California, this affair has got to end.” Those damned words leave a sour taste in my mouth.

This affair. It sounds so repugnant, yet being with her feels anything but.

Savi’s eyes search mine before she draws in a long breath and a moment later nods. “If I’m being honest, I was expecting you to say something along those lines at some point during this trip, I just assumed it would be on the flight back home.”

“I thought it better we laid our cards out early on to avoid any misunderstandings, that way we both know where we stand.” I declare. “Of course, if you prefer to stop right away then—”

“No,” Savi hastily interjects with a shake of her head. “I mean, of course, given the futility of the situation there wouldn’t be any sense in dragging it out and ending it would be the right thing to do. But I’ve spent so much of my life trying to do the right thing and please other people that for once I want to be selfish and put my needs first.” She admits sullenly and drops her gaze from mine to her lap. “It sounds awful even to my own ears, but that’s how I feel, and if all I have with you are these last three days, then I don’t want to take a second of it for granted.”

I imagined that I’d feel relief after having this conversation with her and while that question mark I’ve had whirring inside my head has vanished, I can’t seem to shake this aching weightiness that’s sitting on my chest.

Is it my guilty conscience reminding me what a disgraceful man I am to do this to my own flesh and blood.

Savi’s fingers trail lightly across my left cheek and her touch instantly quiets the noise in my head. My Heaven lies at the end of those fingertips.

All of my apprehensions aside, how can someone be so wrong for you, yet be so good for your soul.

No, Logan. Don’t even think about going down that road.

There’s a giant blinking ‘NO ENTRY’ sign there for a reason.

That road is dangerous, it’s messy and will lead you nowhere good.

“Neither do I,” I affirm, running my hands up the sides of her bare thighs and lean in closing the small gap between our lips and kiss her.

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We get backto the hotel just after two in the morning, just intoxicated enough to not give a hot shit how much noise we’re making as we stumble out of the elevator, lips sealed and kissing frenziedly.

I need help. I can’t get enough of this girl.

While our tongues duel, Savi’s hands wander from my neck down to my chest where she clumsily tries to unfasten the buttons to my shirt. After a couple of attempts she gets frustrated and with a groan tears it open. The buttons to my six-hundred-dollar shirt scatter around us. “God, Logan, you’re so fuckin’ hot.” She tipsily croons between hungry kisses, her palms skimming over my chest as she pushes me up against the door to our suite.

Well fuck me,hello.

Where did this dominant persona suddenly spring from? My head falls back when she drags her lips away from mine and kisses the path between my pecs. “Mm, Ireallylove this,” she moans, nuzzling the light dusting of chest hair that’s grown back since my last wax. “So… sexy.”

Interesting.

The women I’ve previously been with favored the clean look. Luckily, I’m not an overly hairy man, but April made it very clear she preferred me with a waxed chest and since then I’ve just kept waxing.

“Is that right?” I drawl while brushing away a loose strand of her golden hair that falls over her hazel eyes and tucking it behind her ear.

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