Page 72 of Covert Operation
But she just laughs, her head tipping back a little on the sweet sound. “That’s what I thought.” She tries to get even closer, sliding one leg between both of mine. “I’m pretty sure the opportunity to walk away passed a long time ago.” Her smile twists into a cute little smirk. “And you didn’t even notice.”
It would seem I haven’t paid close enough attention to a lot of things since she swept into my life. “I’d still try if you wanted me to.”
“You could try,” she concedes. “But I don’t know how willing I would be to let you go.” Her eyes lift to mine. “And I don’t think I’d even try.”
I’ve been so distracted by the tight twisting in my gut brought on by thinking about walking away from Savannah, that I didn’t notice her hand has gone on an adventure. One that’s headed in a very definite direction.
The elastic waistband of my pajama pants puts up as little resistance as I do, and I suck in a sharp breath as the warmth of her soft palm wraps around my throbbing dick. My fingers dig into her hip as she gives it a surprisingly strong stroke. It takes everything I have not to thrust against her. To take more than she’s giving.
I grit my teeth as she pumps me again, working to stay still even as the need to move makes my muscles and balls ache.
“Hmm.” Savannah shifts a little and her hand falls away.
The loss is stark and significant. But before I can even react, the leg she’s got between mine bends, hooking around the one I have against the bed. Then she’s over me, knees against the mattress, her dark hair spilling down. “That’s better.” Her hands go right for my pants, fingers hooking into the waistband.
“Sweetheart—”
“Yes?” She doesn’t pause, doesn’t hesitate at all as she drags my pajamas down, freeing my bobbing cock before tossing them far enough away I’ll have to get up to retrieve them. Her eyes lock onto my dick, widening just a little as it flexes under her stare.
Anticipation and dread war it out in my gut, each fighting for control of the moment. For control of me. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve been with someone like this—someone I cared about—and I don’t know if I can handle it the way I need to.
I know I told her we had to wait until she decided what she wanted, but that’s not exactly true. I was trying to buy myself time, hoping I could get over this intense need I feel to claim her. To hear my name come through her lips as she comes undone around me. To show her why I should be the only one she ever wants. Ever needs.
But I don’t know that time will help me. Not when she’s so fucking perfect.
Proving my point, Savannah smiles at me again, stopping my heart with the beauty of it. I could wake up to that every day for the rest of my life and never get tired of it. Never take it for granted.
When her smile slips, I reach for her, worried something’s happened. That she’s struggling. I want to comfort her. Fix it.
Then the tip of her tongue traces her lower lip and I realize she’s not the one who’s about to be struggling. I barely have time to brace before she’s descended on me, that sweet mouth that just stopped my heart closing over my cock like it wants to steal my soul. And I would let her. Hell, I’d carve the damn thing out myself if Savannah told me she wanted it.
The air rushes from my lungs as she sinks over me, tongue teasing the underside of my cock. I fist my hands in the blankets because I know I can’t touch her. Know I can’t trust myself.
But my eyes never leave her face. I watch as her lips stretch around me, glistening in the dim glow given off by the bathroom night light as she swallows me down. My plan to keep my hands off her fails as I reach up to trace the line of her lips with my thumb. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Her eyes lift to mine, shoving me right to the edge in a single heartbeat. My balls pull tight, ready to spill, forcing me to end this moment.
Tangling my fingers in her hair, I pull free of her welcoming mouth, hissing at the loss. Savannah fights my hold, trying to regain her place of power.
“You’ve got to stop, Sweetheart.” I gently grab her arm with my other hand, bringing her toward me.
Her lower lip pushes out in the hint of a pout. “Why?” The glint in her eyes tells me she already knows damn well why, and it’s sexy as fuck. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Only if your goal was to have me coming down your—” I manage to bite off the last word of filth before it makes it out of my mouth.
Fuck. This is why I needed time. Why I put her off. Why I should still be putting her off. I want her too much to keep myself in check, and I want this to be perfect for her. I want?—
Savannah’s lips part, her pupils wide and dark in the shadowy room. “Coming down my, what?”
I keep my mouth shut as I try to come up with a way out of this. An alternative explanation that won’t sound as bad as the truth.
Savannah leans closer, her palms spread across my chest. “Coming down my, what, Zeke?” Her nails prick my skin. “Say it.”
I don’t want to. That’s not the kind of shit I should be saying to her. She’s too sweet. Too soft. Been through too much.
I must hesitate too long, because in the next second she’s moving away. I reach for her, intending to bring her back. To stop her so I can explain.
But then…