Savanna pulled his shirt free of his pants and pushed it off his shoulders. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it beside them. The only thing he hated about team travel was that they had to wear suits. But watching her help take his off... yeah, he could get used to that.
Savanna's eyes widened and her hands mapped the muscles in his chest and torso. Her touch almost burned into his sensitive skin. He needed to feel more of her skin against his.
Lifting the edge of her tank, he slipped the material off, baring her to him. Curves and softness and beauty, her body was perfect. He filled his hands with her breasts. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip. Slade trailed kisses along her neck.
His control slipped when her fingers opened his belt. Eyes on his, she worked open the button and zipper on his pants. With unsteady hands, he moved to return the favor, but his hand met only soft cotton. Blinking through the haze, he looked down at the material.
She smiled. "These are easy. There's a drawstring inside the waistband."
He delved his fingers between her stomach and the shorts, found the string, and pulled it loose. Easing the shorts down her legs, he discovered she wore no underwear. A bolt of lust hit him, but before he could explore further, she slid his pants and boxers down in one smooth move and then sank to her knees.
Slade went rock hard as Savanna took him in her hands, and then into her mouth. Wet heat enveloped him. He rested his fingers in her hair, not pushing, but needing to touch her. He mentally recited the league standings to keep himself under control. When he nearly lost the edge, he eased her back and to her feet, and then crushed his mouth to hers.
"My turn." Stepping free of his pants and shoes, he hitched her off her feet, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. Intending to walk to the bedroom, he decided the couch was far enough, and kicked his pants in that direction so the condom in his pocket would be close by. He shifted one hand to her hip and laid her body on the couch, then moved between her thighs.
He sat back, stroking a path up her legs, watching for any hint of a sensitive area that he could explore later. Savanna’s hands closed over his and she guided him to her center. He leaned forward and slipped his fingers into her, growing harder at the catch of her breath. Wanting to drench her in pleasure, he followed the path with his mouth. She arched toward him with a moan at the dual assault and threaded her fingers into his hair as she continued to move her hips in time to his movements.
He pulled away to retrieve the condom and rejoined her with a kiss. He couldn't get enough of kissing her.
Savanna took the condom and with smooth strokes, rolled it on him.
Keeping their gazes connected, he lifted her hips and filled her. Twin gasps echoed in the room. He paused for a moment, throbbing inside her, waiting for her to get used to him.
They fit together like they were made for one another. Lined up just right. He slowly pulled back and then thrust again. Leaning on his forearms, he brought their lips together as he increased the pace with snapping hips and she met him move for move.
Fast approaching the edge, he slipped one hand between them, stroking Savanna in time with his thrusts. That touch was enough to send her over, and with pleasure spiking his blood and spiraling through his system, he followed right behind.
Being with her settled something inside him and filled part of the space that had stubbornly remained empty his entire life. Trusting that she would stay, that he wouldn't be left alone, was so hard, but he wanted to believe it. She clung to him like she had no intention of letting him go.
He knew he should get up, move, deal with the condom, but he didn't have the energy to do more than shift their bodies until she lay half on top of him. She smiled at him and linked their hands together and then brought them up to rest over his heart.
He'd fallen for her fast, hard, and completely. Spiraled past lust and infatuation and straight into love. But until he had a better idea of how she felt, he couldn't tell her.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CLAIRE
STUPID FLAT TIRE.
Stupid special-sized tire that couldn't be delivered until the next day.
Phone in hand, Claire paced the mechanic's small waiting area and sighed. The room smelled of stale coffee and motor oil.
Things could be worse. At least her phone was fully charged and she wasn't stranded on the side of a deserted road in the dead of night.
But she was totally bummed. She'd been looking forward to spending the day with Savanna for more than a week, but was going to miss out on relaxing facials, massages and pedicures at the spa with her new friend. All because someone didn't have the good sense to keep an eye on their dog. Thank goodness she'd swerved and missed the sweet little puppy. Of course, she'd clipped a curb at fifty miles an hour, damaging her tire and bending the rim beyond repair.
She couldn't blame the dog. The only silver lining so far was that the mechanic had been close by.
But he didn't have a loaner car for her to use.
She needed a ride, but so far, none of her sisters had returned her call. Calling a rental shop seemed more trouble that it was worth, with the mechanic's promise that he'd drive her car to wherever she wanted as soon as it was ready.
She dialed Savanna, but the call went to
