Chapter 37

 

 

Harding knocked on Savannah’s door, Room 903, wearing a sports jacket, shirt, jeans and a pair of dark brown leather shoes. He glanced at his watch. She told him she would be ready by seven, but he arrived thirty minutes early. He’d finished up at TCC around five, then returned to his room at the hotel to shower and get dressed. With spare time to burn, all he did was pace the room and when he wasn’t pacing, he would sit on the bed and relive the kiss they’d shared in her office earlier. The kiss that left him craving more. She’d kissed him as desperately as he had kissed her and with an equal amount of hunger and now, he was in starvation mode – in need of more. The appetizer simply wasn’t enough.

He knocked again and a few beats later, she opened the door, wearing one of the hotel’s thick cotton robes with her damp hair hanging seductively loose, framing her face.

“You’re early,” Savannah said, staring into his eyes, seeing desire blaze up in them. She recognized the need and the level of potency of that need. He didn’t have to say a word, and she didn’t have to ask. She knew why he was early and her body knew why, too. Anticipation already had her entire frame quivering. Had her tingling all over. Had her gnawing on her lip. Had her taking backward steps away from the door while he took steps forward.

Harding closed the door and flipped the latch to lock it. Then he fixed his eyes on her.

Savannah’s nerves fizzled at the thought of him touching her again. She desperately needed his touch.

Standing directly in front of her, Harding raked her hair away from her face and said, “You always know when I want you, don’t you?”

She connected her vision with his and when she glanced at his lips, he had already begun lowering his mouth to hers.

He kissed her softly, at first, while soft moans drifted from her throat. Then he nearly consumed her tongue when the hunger hit him that much harder. He was certain she needed this as much as he did considering she was tugging at his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, causing a deep rumble to flow through him like prolonged thunder.

Held captive by his lips, Savannah undid the clasp of his jeans, pulled them down and squeezed the firmness of his muscular backside as Harding deepened the kiss.

Harding pulled the string that secured her robe, eyeing the soft, feminine body he hadn’t touched in some time – one that he desperately wanted to touch now. When her robe fell to the floor, he walked her back towards the bed until she lowered herself there on her own accord. Easing down on top of her, he took more kisses from her lips before hungrily sapping and licking her neck. Roaming down to her chest, he hungrily feasted on her softness, giving careful attention to every part of her that his mouth came into contact with. When he felt her body quiver, he knew he was on the right path. Seemed pregnancy made her breasts more sensitive than normal and he was drawing out sensations she’d never felt before.

“Oh, Harding,” she said.

“Yes, sweetheart.”

“I just…I…I had to say…say your name. It was on the tip of my tongue,” she said, her chest moving up and down quickly as she took rapid breaths.

“Then you’ll be saying it a lot more in a few minutes,” he said with all the confidence in the world. “As soon as I’m done tasting you.” He dipped his head even lower to kiss her quivering stomach and an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction took over his senses when he realized this was the first time he’d been skin-to-skin with her since learning she was carrying his baby. He left more tender kisses on her stomach. He wondered if she knew how much it meant to him that she was pregnant with his child.

Crawling up to take her lips again, he nudged her legs apart, then eased his body into place joining their bodies in one smooth surrender while holding her vision. He threw his head back, letting the intense feeling of being connected to her this way consume him. This was right – so perfect, it felt too freakin’ good to measure. She was his forever and he wouldn’t deny himself of her any longer.

“I love you, Savannah.”

“I love you, too, Harding,” she said feeling him snug inside of her as he lowered his lips to join them with hers. And then he began moving, seductively slow and then would intercept the slow motion with quicker movements, driving her to the edge of insanity while she attempted to hold on to the thick muscles lining his back. The faster he moved, the tighter she gripped him until her hands weakened and slipped as her body gave in to him. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the building sensation taking over her being.

It built…

And escalated…

It lit her body on fire and burned through her like a raging inferno seeking escape until…

“Harding!”

And he didn’t let up, even after she broke apart beneath him. He said she would be saying his name more, and he didn’t mean once. He began moving again, retreating and then sinking deeper into her warmth over and over again while she steadily moaned, chewed on her lip and attempted to hold on to him again. “Oh, Harding. Oh, my…” When she could find a breath, she said, “I missed this. I missed you so much.”

“I know, baby,” he said while his lips brushed against hers. “I can tell.”

He smiled, staring into her face as he moved slowly. “Can you tell I missed you?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly, holding on.

“You can?” he asked, increasing the tempo.

“Ye-yes, Harding,” she answered then cried out, his name leaving her lips.

Then a force rammed through him and every nerve ending in his body. He bucked and exploded, emptying his molten, hot love right there in the cave of his beautiful lover. He panted while lowering himself on top of her remaining intimately joined, not willing to let go, refusing to surrender. They’d made love countless times before, but tonight, he’d lost his mind with pleasure that was as unbearable as it was satisfying.

He lifted his head, looked at her and saw her eyes barely opened. “Mmm, Harding,” she hummed.

He retreated and laid next to her, watching her drift off to sleep. She looked calm, loved and completely drained. They needed to talk, he knew, but making love was so much easier. He looked forward to doing it again before the night was over.