Page 23 of Bursting With Love
“Jack, are you different from who you thought you were?” Savannah asked.
“That’s a strange question,” he said, but he knew just what she meant.
“I know.” She gathered her hair and moved it to her other shoulder so he could wash beneath it. “Out here I’m nothing like who I am back home. I’m so strong at home. I can do anything, and I never ask for help. But out here I’m, I don’t know. Weak or something.”
He turned her so she was facing him. “You’re anything but weak. I see a strong woman who’s also feminine, and the combination is…frustrating.”
Savannah frowned. “Honesty is good, but after what we just did, maybe you could sugarcoat it a little.”
He moved in closer and lifted her chin to look at him. “That was sugarcoated.”
He smiled down at her, then met her lips with his, and despite the cold air that enveloped them, every swipe of her tongue heightened his desire and hardened his arousal. She pressed her body into him, and he wrapped her in his arms—like it was the only place she could possibly belong—and he had no idea how he’d gone without her for the last two years. When she wrapped her hands around his neck and lifted herself up, it was only natural for him to grasp her thighs and help her legs find their way around his waist. Savannah deepened the kiss, making sexy little noises that sent his urges soaring again.
“Take me,” she whispered between kisses.
He couldn’t respond—every time he was with her, he couldn’t think straight—and as she slid down his body and her warm, wet center engulfed every inch of him, he could only let out a sumptuous moan. She felt like sweet velvet stroking him as she rose and fell in perfect unison to his efforts.
“Yes,” she said in a hurried breath. “Ah…Jack.”
Hearing his name on her lips spurred him on. He clutched her ass, moving her harder, faster, as she tightened around him and drew the come right out of him.
“Yes, yes,” she said until her voice was swallowed by quick, sharp gasps of breath. Savannah held tight to his shoulders as they rode the crescendo of their passion beneath the shadows of the moon.
IT WAS NEARLY three in the morning when they finally arrived back at the campsite, and as he kissed her good night, Jack wondered how he would get through the next few hours without her. And in the next breath, he wondered how Savannah could find her way into his heart in such a short period of time. He’d always counted himself lucky for having met and married Linda, who he’d thought completed him in every way he could imagine. Now, with Savannah, he realized that there was so much more of him that he never knew needed completing. Could a man get this lucky twice in his life? Jack closed his eyes, waiting for the anger that had eaten away at him for years to come rushing back, but for the first time since he’d lost Linda, he was able to fall asleep without first enduring hours of misery.
Chapter Eleven
SAVANNAH AWOKE WITH the sun, and though she’d slept only a couple of hours, she felt refreshed and ready to tackle the day—and Jack Remington. Boy, had he thrown her for a loop. She’d expected hot sex, but she couldn’t have anticipated the dirty things she’d wanted to do with him, and by the time they’d returned to the campsite, he’d become tender toward her. The more tender he became, the more her body reacted to him.
As she dressed, she tried to calm her nerves about seeing him again, and before getting out of her tent, she took a few minutes to gather her courage and strength, wondering how he would act toward her. They’d agreed not to hide their feelings but not to flaunt them either. Savannah knew she might have trouble with that. She was a Braden, after all, and all Bradens tended to err on the side of overly affectionate with those they cared for. Cared for. Savannah realized that even though she hardly knew Jack, her heart had already embraced him.
“I’ll get her!” Aiden’s voice carried through the thin tent walls. A few rapid footfalls later, Aiden poked his blond head into her tent. His wide eyes were full of mischief. “Hi, Savannah. We’re learning to build a shelter. A real shelter. Are you almost ready? Jack says we can’t go till you’re ready.”
Savannah touched his nose. “I’m as ready as I’m gonna be, but is everyone else up this early?”
“Yup.”
“Then I better get my butt in gear.” Last night came rushing back and she felt her cheeks flush.
Aiden ran away from her tent, yelling, “She’s getting her butt gear on!”
Savannah buried her face in her hands. She crawled out of her tent under the amused scrutiny of four sets of adult eyes. Jack’s eyes were locked on the ground.
