Page 72 of Chasing Savannah

“No fair, I have to stay in these clothes.” She pouted.

Carlos nuzzled into her neck. “No you don’t. I can take them off.”

She released Derrick and turned into his chest. “Lead the way then.”

Her husky voice was nearly his undoing. His hands shook as he unlocked the door. Once inside, he turned and lifted her against the front door. He had to kiss her. His panther was damn near ripping through his insides to get to its mate. She moaned into his mouth and he slid his hands down her sides.

He ran his hands down the front of her body. “Do you have any idea what this shirt has been doing to me all night?”

She arched her back, pushing her breast into his hands. “You like it?” She fluttered her eyes, teasing.

“Have you always been this playful?”

“A lot changes when you’re not running from fate.”

He frowned, not understanding that, and she didn’t give him time to delve into the matter. She gripped him through his dress pants and he closed his eyes.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispered.

“I’m not stopping you,” she whispered back and his cock jerked in her hands.

He devoured her mouth and pushed her shirt further down her shoulders, it exposed her chest and the fact that she didn’t wear a bra. He wanted to go to his knees.

“You’re so sexy.” He leaned down and pulled one of her nipples into his mouth, lavishing it with his tongue.

She arched her back and moaned.

“Legs around my waist.” He ordered.

She did as he bade, her exhale rough when her center met his pulsing hard-on. He kissed her and carried her into his bedroom. He set her legs down just long enough to walk her back to his bed.

“Clothes off,” he ordered, his voice rough with his panther.

“Rules first.” She panted as she tossed her shirt to the side.

He halted, wary. “Rules?”

“No biting, not yet. I’m still not ready.”

He growled. He was torn. He didn’t have to bite her, but the way his panther was riding him, it would be a near thing. He seriously debated if he could abide by her rule. She stood there, awaiting his answer in a silky corset that cinched her waist, but left her breasts bare. Would he be able to control his power once he was inside her?

He would die trying.

“Deal.” His hands shook as he worked to divest himself of his own clothing. “Clothes. Now.”

He was impatient to get at Savannah, to feel her skin against his. She complied easily, a point that touched the alpha in him. He growled as she leaned over to drop her pants. Once done, he laid her out on the bed and feasted on the sight of her. He only had a few hours with her.

He planned to make the most of them.