SAFEHOUSE

“It’s not like that Savannah. I’m a man of particular tastes, and you happen to satisfy all of them… I was hoping we could give this a try.”

“Keep hoping. We need to fix this. We can get an annulment or something,” I said, hoping he didn’t feel the way my body had reacted to his touch. “Have you seen what they’re saying on the internet? My facebook is exploding right now. I can’t do this!”

“An annulment would make my lawyer happy. Do you know how many times he’s called me already this morning?”

Graham let out another laugh, settling into his chair and getting a little too comfortable. He didn’t seem to be bothered by any of this. “Savannah,” he said quietly, “I’m asking you to give me a chance. To give this a chance.”

His hand waved between us. My eyes snapped back onto his, lifting from his strong shoulders and masculine neck.

“I was drunk Graham. We did something stupid that I can barely even remember.”

“You didn’t do this because you had a few shots…” Graham started, but I cut him off, a stream of words pouring out of my lips. “If this is supposed to work,” I replied, “you tell me right now why I went through with this? If it wasn’t the tequila, tell me what it was! What did you say to me? Why did I marry you?”

I could almost see it in my mind. His lips were moving last night. He’d said something that I held onto. Maybe I couldn’t remember it, but deep down I knew it was important.

“Savannah, I…” Graham said, his voice hesitating.

“What? Tell me. I need to know why I feel like this every time you look at me. Your voice puts butterflies in my stomach. Your eyes make me want to tear off my clothes. Tell me what you said!”

“You honestly don’t remember?” Graham whispered, lifting himself from the chair. Tears were pouring from my eyes as he kneeled down in front of me, taking my hand between his. Goosebumps swept up my arm at his mere touch, my entire world upended as his thumb brushed across the sparkling diamond ring I still hadn’t even thought to remove.

“I don’t remember,” I said, “help me remember… Please.”

Graham looked up at me, his gaze as captivating, as it was seductive. I wanted to hear his words more than anything in the world. I held my breath as he started to speak.

“Savannah, last night was irrational. It was crazy. I’ve never felt this way in my entire life…”

“And?” I asked.

“I told you I loved you, Savannah.”

I was lost in his eyes, unable to force myself to look away. His unrelenting crystal blue gaze tore away my defenses even as his voice wrapped itself around me. He pushed himself up, his face becoming level with my own and his lips so tantalizingly close…

“And?” I asked breathlessly.

“And you believed it.”

CHAPTER 5

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His lips pushed into mine with a certain feeling of desperation. It was soft yet aggressive, my tongue reaching out to part his lips ever so softly, his mouth taking the lead in a dance as old as love itself. With one tiny nibble of my lower lip, he retreated as quickly as he had swept into me.

“I can’t stop thinking about how sweet your lips are.”

I moaned as his hand swept up beneath my ear.

“I needed you the moment I first saw you. I can’t control it…”

“I don’t know what to say,” I whispered, my head still buzzing from his proximity.

“That’s easy,” Graham replied, his words soft as his lips captured mine once more, our bodies pulling tight as a shiver of pleasure rolled up my back. “Tell me you want my cock.”

I gasped, my body yearning for him. “I need time to think…” I said, staring at the devastatingly handsome man before me.

“I’ll give you all the time in the world,” Graham whispered, lifting me up effortlessly. I squealed as he held me tight, carrying me toward the hallway. We reached the bedroom with our bodies clutching at each other, my hands no longer under my control. He gripped them tightly, bringing them above my head as Graham pressed me up against the cool bedroom wall. He pinned me there, one hand keeping me stretched and on display, the other swiftly tugging at my blouse, one button at a time.

“I don’t think you understand how you make me feel,” Graham whispered, his hand firing off electricity through my skin as he gave up on the buttons, tearing the cloth free in one swift and deliciously ferocious movement, exposing my delicate flesh.