Page 71 of Covert Operation
This is one of the big reasons I feel the way I do about Zeke. There’s no pretense with him. No innuendo. No guessing. No mixed signals.
“I’ll be ready.” I don’t tell him I already know what I want. He’s got a lot on his mind and I don’t think he needs the distraction.
Me, on the other hand? I definitely need a distraction.
So while I stand on Christian’s porch, waving as Zeke pulls away, I’m already imagining the house I plan to find.
The house that will be the home I’ve been looking for.
And the home Zeke’s never had.
THIRTY
ZEKE
SAVANNAH BARELY STIRS as I slide into bed beside her, easing my body close to hers. It’s nearly three in the morning, but I couldn’t make myself stay away.
Not when I’m no closer to figuring out who’s behind what happened.
I rest my head on the pillow and close my eyes, breathing deep against her hair. Pulling the sweet scent of her into my lungs, I slowly begin to relax after a frustrating day of chasing down dead ends. I should have stayed in Nashville—I know that.
I just couldn’t.
Savannah sucks in a sharp breath, her soft body going stiff in my arms.
“Shhh.” I try to soothe her. “Go back to sleep.”
“Zeke?” She wiggles, trying to turn over. “I thought you couldn’t come back tonight.”
“I changed my mind.” I nearly groan as her ass rubs against my cock. “Now go back to sleep.”
“But…” Savannah continues squirming around, each move she makes waking up more and more of me. “Does this mean you figured out what’s going on?” She finally manages to face me, her green eyes on mine. “Who was it?”
She sounds so hopeful, and I hate that I have to take that from her. “I don’t know who it was yet.” I reach up to smooth back her hair. “But we’ll find them.”
Her gaze moves over my face, the shadows from the glow of the nightlight in the bathroom making her features look more angular than they are. “Why are you back then?”
“I brought your things from the hotel.” I continue petting her, running my fingers through her hair, over her skin. “And I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Maddox would have told you if I wasn’t.” She huffs out a little laugh. “That guy takes his job very seriously.”
I knew he would. That’s why he’s here instead of helping me. “I needed to see it for myself.”
Savannah studies me for a second. Then she inches closer. “I’m glad you came back.”
“Yeah?” I drag my hand down her side, letting it rest at the curve of her hip. “Why’s that?”
“You said we needed to talk.” Her fingers tease at the hair on my chest. “That I should figure out what I want.” Her touch whispers across one of my nipples, making me suck in a breath. “But I actually already know what I want.”
I fight my body’s reaction to her closeness, but can’t keep the slight growl from my voice when I ask, “And what is it you want, Savannah?”
A smile lights up her face, like she’s amused by my question. “I thought it was pretty obvious.” Her voice softens. “I just want you.”
My hand slides back to palm the curve of her ass, fingers sinking into the softness there. “You need to be sure.” I swallow, trying to smooth out the roughness in my voice. “Because I don’t know that I’ll be able to let you go once I have you.”
Savannah’s smile holds as she continues tracing paths across my skin with her soft touch. “Are you saying you’d let go of me now?”
I press my lips together, because I don’t like the question she’s asking. Almost as much as I don’t like my answer.