Page 57 of Bursting With Love
“Jack?” she whispered.
His eyes caught hers with an ardent stare, but Savannah felt something else coming from him like a wave—nervousness, fear, sadness? She couldn’t be sure.
“Your bedroom.” He looked down at her and swallowed. “Savannah, I’m not sure I can go in there. I don’t trust myself.”
“Jack, I think we’re past that. I know it’s been a long time since you’ve been with a woman, but when a woman asks you into her bedroom, you don’t need to trust yourself.”
“That’s not what I mean.” He pulled her close and brushed her hair from her shoulder. “I haven’t even slept in a real bedroom for ages, much less been with a woman in one. I’m not sure if any weird stuff will go through my head. Savannah, I’m sorry. I know that this must sound strange coming from a man, but I’m just on the brink of dealing with everything, and I want to be close to you more than I want to breathe, but I don’t want to risk my past sneaking in.”
She wondered, briefly, if Linda’s ghost would always be between them. Then guilt swooped in, trailed by Danica’s advice. If Jack turns out not to be ready—and there’s a hell of a chance that he’s not—then what have you lost? She knew the risks. Jack was still bathing her with his dark eyes. The worry and want in his eyes coalesced, drawing Savannah closer. She realized that she wanted any amount of time she could have with him. An hour, a day, a week. Self-preservation stopped her from thinking any further into the future.
“I probably shouldn’t have come, but I couldn’t imagine another second without seeing you,” he said.
“Don’t be silly.” She led him back to the living room. “I have a glorious sleep sofa that has never been opened. It’ll be new for you and me. We can make our own memories.” There was no way she was going to wait another day to be next to him again, and from the way his eyes followed her as she crossed the floor and turned off the lights, then lit candles on the dining room table and on the windowsill, she could tell that he didn’t want to wait either. Jack pulled out the couch, and Savannah dressed it with the decadent satin sheets Josh had given her the previous Christmas. At the time, she’d thought they were a ridiculously lavish purchase that she’d never use. Now she couldn’t wait to feel the silky softness against her skin when she was beneath Jack’s hard body.
MOONLIGHT STREAMED THROUGH the window and danced off of the flame, casting a romantic flicker of shadows across the luxurious sheets. Jack had never wanted any woman the way he wanted Savannah, and as he watched her come to his side, then felt her feminine fingers slip beneath his shirt and across his abs, he thought he might lose it from just her touch. He had to taste her again, had to feel those sweet lips on his, and he lowered his mouth to hers. He’d almost forgotten how good it felt to kiss a woman, and as he learned the contours of Savannah’s mouth, it was as if no other woman had ever existed. His eyes blinked open at the thought, and he drew back. Savannah’s lips were ripe from their kiss; her eyes filled with desire.
This is right. So very right.
Savannah reached for his belt buckle, and he grabbed her hand. “Not yet. I don’t want to rush. I want to savor every second with you.”
Her eyes opened wide, then narrowed as a smile lifted her lips. He ran his hands along her silky shoulders. “God, you feel good.”
She flushed, and he kissed the rosy blush on her cheek, then trailed kisses down her jaw to the spot just below her ear. He nibbled her earlobe, and she breathed heavier, held him tighter. When his lips found the gentle curve at the base of her neck and she arched her head back again—God, how he loved when she did that—pressing her breasts against him, every ounce of him wanted to rip off her clothes and take her right there and then. But Jack’s interest in Savannah ran deeper than sex, and he planned on showing her just how much deeper.
He slipped his finger beneath the straps of her blouse and slid them down her arms to the crook of her elbow, exposing her firm, round breasts. He lifted her chin and kissed away the new flush that had risen.
“You’re beautiful.” The rosy pink of her nipples teased him, and he had no choice but to lower his mouth to her breast and stroke her taut peak with his tongue. Her flesh pebbled beneath his tongue, and she let out a breathy sigh of pleasure. Jack had to have more of her. He cupped both of her breasts and brought them together, then ran his tongue from one to the other. Her fingers slid under the back of his shirt and dug into his back, spurring him on. There were so many things he wanted to do with her that he’d never done with anyone else. As he unbuttoned Savannah’s jeans, then pushed his hand down to her belly, he ran his finger over the Band-Aid sized patch. She had him completely losing his mind, and knowing she’d taken care of things for both of them made her all that much sweeter.
