Sinful (Bad Boy Rockers 5)

I join in the conversation around the backyard and spend most of the hour following Savannah with my eyes as she moves from one group to the next. Her present is burning a hole in my pocket.

My mood is going sour with the looks some of the single guys keep throwing toward Savannah. I don’t think she realizes that they track her around the yard—like I’m doing. One or two have caught my eye and looked away from her, but others are pissing me the fuck off.

I watch her as she laughs at something the woman beside her says and then she moves away from the crowds. But instead of heading to a new crowd, Savannah looks around before heading into the garage.

Well, I wanted her alone, so I guess now is as good a time as any.

Following her, I don’t give a shit if anyone sees me. She’s my woman and they can all go and find their own. At least this will tell them that she’s claimed.

I know she can’t understand why I’m not staying over with her, but it isn’t something I’m ready to explain. The time I’ve been spending with her, whether that’s with family or alone, I’m hoping will show her how much I enjoy her and not just her body. Her body is beautiful, just like she is, and I’ve never been as satisfied as I am when I’m with her. I hope she knows that.

Tell her…

Pushing open the garage door, it takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness, and when I do my breath catches in my throat.

There is a light coming from the fridge that she has open, but it’s the sight of Savannah as she reaches up to a high shelf that finds me short of breath.

Her dress has risen and it’s showing off her gorgeous legs. The way the top caresses her breasts has had me hard since I walked in and wished her happy birthday.

Savannah turns and, when her gaze lands on mine, her eyes soften. Even from where I’m standing, I can see her breathing has deepened.

But then she straightens and the light dims telling me I was right, there is something that she’s unhappy about, and I’m guessing it’s my reluctance to stay.

Sighing heavily, I whisper, “You’ve been avoiding me.” I move closer. “I haven’t had a chance to give you your birthday present yet.”

She’s listening but not giving any of her feelings away, as though she’s wondering what I’m going to be telling her.

I try again, “I’m not good at this…dating I mean.” I offer with a wry smile. “Please just bear with me, okay? And trust me when I tell you that you’re the only woman I want. It’s all you, babe.”

Her smile reaches her eyes this time, and her whole face lights up with joy.

Inhaling, I slip my hand to the nape of her neck and bring her close. “Happy Birthday.” I seal her lips with mine, and keeping the kiss gentle, I caress her shoulder. My breathing becomes labored as her taste flows through me, and it takes a lot of restraint on my part to not haul her into my arms and take her where she stands.

Instead, when I feel the mutual passion rising between us, I break from the all-consuming kiss. Smiling down into her upturned face, I pull her present from my pocket.

She inhales sharply and her eyes fill with unshed tears when they spot the chain with the teardrop pendant.

“I wanted to get you something special—because you’re special to me.”

That doesn’t sound too corny, does it?

“Oh, Jace. It’s beautiful.” She touches the delicate chain, sliding her fingers all the way down to the pendant, before she quickly turns in my arms. “Put it on me.” She gathers all her hair up with her hands and waits.

The pendant in place, I struggle to fasten the tiny clasp with my fingers, but finally work it out. Dipping my head, I kiss the column of her spine until I hit the top of her dress. Turning her to face me, I swallow at the sight of the pendant as it nestles close to her breasts.

There’s no mistaking the way this is going now. Savannah’s nipples are hard, tight buds poking through her dress and the hitch to her breathing tells me everything I need to know.

“What do you want from me, Jace?” she asks, her voice husky. “Sex?”

I grin. “I don’t know any guy who’ll turn down sex, babe.” I grip her hips to keep her in front of me. “But I want you as my girl. No one but me gets to put their hands on you. No one else gets to see you naked, because I seriously will have to put my fist in their face.”

“Jace,” her voice quivers.

“I want you, Savannah, anyway I can get you. I’m not playing around. I’m too old for that shit…I don’t share either.”

“Good, because neither do I.”

Savannah moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue, causing a sharp pang of lust to hit me in the balls.