Sinful (Bad Boy Rockers 5)

Looking at the kids now, I think everyone will probably have a good night’s sleep tonight.

“Here.” Savannah hands me a napkin with two cupcakes inside, each one full of pink sprinkles.

I grin.

“Looks good.”

Savannah looks sad, but pats me on the stomach. “They’re good…C’mon, I’ll walk you out.”

Once outside, I find I’m having trouble leaving her. I don’t want to go, or rather I do, I just want to take Savannah with me, and back to my place instead of the office.

Sighing heavily, I take her hand and pull her into the shelter of the porch so we can’t be seen. I put down the napkin with treats inside and move up against Savannah.

Her hands touch my sides as mine cup her face, and my forehead drops to hers. I watch the movement of her tongue as she moistens her lips, which makes me hard-as-fuck. I want her so badly that waiting is driving me totally insane.

“Have you got any idea about what you do to me?” I ask, my voice husky with arousal.

“You make me wet, Jace,” she whispers, and arches into me.

I hiss, and should move away, but instead I push her against the wall and rub against her as I let the feeling of her heighten my arousal.

Her hands tighten in my T-shirt as she tugs me closer. She keeps her hips tightly against mine and wraps her arms around my waist. When she buries her face into my chest, I feel her mouth on a nipple as she uses her teeth.

My dick surges with arousal, and I know if she doesn’t stop I’m going to be embarrassing myself, but as she moves her hips sensuously against me, it’s all I can do to not strip her naked and pound into her pussy.

That thought drives through my senses and I move my groin out of reach. “I can’t…Fuck, Savannah…”

Panting through my arousal, I try and get myself under control before I step away from the beautiful woman that I want to keep in my arms.

“Call me tomorrow.” I pick the napkin up from the steps and glance back at Savannah. “No matter what time, you call me.”

She nods. “I will.”

Savannah

Richard was elusive all afternoon yesterday. I very rarely message him while he’s at work, but I at least expected him to acknowledge my message.

I just don’t know why he’s being so damn quiet. He’s never quiet, and always has a thing about being on the ball with messages. In fact, he’s so reliable with answering messages quickly that he can’t understand why anyone would wait to reply until they have twice as many messages to reply to. I kind of see his logic, and for once, he isn’t using it.

The talk that I need to have with him needs to be finished, and it’s something that should have happened long before now.

Sighing, I palm my cell and roll it around while I decide what to do. My heart pounds with the thoughts of confronting Richard, but I need to get it out of the way.

Before I lose my nerve, I shoot him a quick message, hoping he acknowledges this one.

Are you free to come over?

Wondering whether or not to send Jace a message, I feel my face flush. I feel like a schoolgirl with a crush on a boy. I’m certainly not a schoolgirl, but I do have a crush on a man—a very sexy man. I need to be free to be with him.

I’m not one for reacting rashly, but Jace and I have been dancing around each other since we first met. After our brief time together, I realize his attraction for me is a lot more than mere lust, which is returned by me tenfold.

I need to message him, but what should I say? Ask? I’m completely new to this and don’t want to make an ass of myself.

One thing I do know is that I really want to see him today—a lot.

I’ve nothing to lose I guess, so with that thought in mind, I shoot him a text.

Hi, I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee or something later?