Page 67 of All I Need (Hearts of the South)
And she wasn’t going to look at that, wasn’t going to think about what that meant. Instead, she kept her eyes closed and let him hold her.
Chapter Thirteen
She wasn’t quite used to waking up with Emmett in her bed, but she liked it. Savannah stretched against him, a distinctly feminine soreness between her thighs, and rubbed her foot over his ankle.
“Hey.” His drowsy greeting rumbled under her ear. “Morning.”
“Hmm.” She kissed his clavicle and flexed her hands at his waist. “What time is it?”
He rotated his wrist to squint at his watch. “About ten minutes until we have to get up.”
A giggle built in her throat. “Wonder what we could actually accomplish in ten minutes.”
“I can do a lot in ten minutes.” He rolled so she was beneath him, thighs hugging his hips. He pressed against her, morning erection sliding along her labia. “Let me show you.”
He kissed his way down her sternum, lips tickling over her abdomen, and buried his nose in the curls at the junction of her thighs. Anticipation curled in her lower belly as he shifted her thighs further apart with his shoulder. A gentle touch of his tongue to her clitoris almost did her in.
“Who’s a tease?” She tangled her fingers in the thick strands of his hair, and he laughed, the sound a sexy throb against her. He closed his mouth on her, tongue flicking, and he entered her with a pair of fingers. She bowed into him, the tension building quickly under his determined attention, and soon she called his name on a sharp climax.
A hand on either side of her hips, he did a pushup, crawled up the bed, and collapsed against the pillow. He looked at his watch. “Six minutes. Hell, I’m good.”
Boneless with the aftereffects of a shattering orgasm, she crowed with laughter and elbowed him in the abs. “Arrogant.”
He chuckled and pulled her to him. “Don’t hear you complaining.”
“No.” She relaxed into him, trailing her fingers up and down the center of his abdomen. She tickled the area right above his pubic hair. “Maybe we should compare time trials.”
“You’d win. I last, what, two minutes when you put your mouth on me?”
“I have a little bit of an advantage.” She smiled against his pecs and ran her hand down to cup his scrotum, pressing a finger against his perineum so he groaned. “I’m good at anatomy, remember?”
“You’re good at lots of stuff.” He glanced at his watch again. “You have three and a half minutes until the alarm goes off.”
It only took her two minutes, forty seconds. Knowing the exact location of the prostate gland was a help sometimes.
“Dear Lord.” Winded, he pressed a wrist against his eyes. “You cheat.”
“You benefit, though.” She smacked his hip with a light hand and reached to disable the alarm before it rang.
“Boy, do I.”
“Come on.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him from the bed. “Shower or we’ll both be late for work.”
Afterward, she pulled on scrubs while he donned the uniform he’d hung in her closet after his last trip to the cleaners. All his gear was next door at his place, but she got a secret kick out of seeing some of his things hanging in her closet.
She wasn’t going to look at that too closely.
“Definitely has to go to the cleaners.” He tossed his suit jacket and shirt on the foot of her bed and fished his cell from the jacket pocket. Shoulders going rigid, he stared down at the phone screen.
A frisson of unease moved through Savannah at the hard, tight expression on his face. “Everything okay? Landra all right?”
“Yeah.” He swiped through a couple of screens and tapped the glass twice. “Everything’s good.”
The stress roughening his voice told her not to pursue the point. She slipped on her shoes. “Anything special on your agenda today?”
“Doctor’s appointment at ten for Delk to take a look at my leg.” He smiled at her, the expression doing little to dispel the tension keeping his jaw taut. “And the doc I’m sleeping with said something about blood tests.”
“Run by when you’re done at Delk’s office. We can do it then.”
