Sinful (Bad Boy Rockers 5)

With a gentle tug, I pull her off me and catch my breath when she meets my gaze. Her eyes are heavy lidded, and she’s licking her lips as though she’s the cat who got the cream—I suppose she did.

“You are so,” I pull her into my arms and flip us over so she’s comfortable on her back, “beautiful that you cause my breath to catch… Seeing and feeling you doing that to me blows my mind.” Surrounding her with my body, my tongue traces the soft fullness of her lips before my mouth covers hers hungrily.

I’m always hungry around Savannah and have been since we met.

As our kiss turns less heated, it becomes a slow dance of tongues; I pull back and realize she’s exhausted.

The smile at her condition spreads across my face as I kiss her on the nose. “I’ve exhausted you.”

“So that’s why you’re looking so smug all of a sudden, huh?”

“I love a satisfied woman.” I kiss her lips. “C’mon, you need to sleep.” I lie on my back and pull her into my arms, letting her fall asleep on me.

I wish I could stay the night with her, but I can’t and it hurts me a lot knowing that I have to leave once she’s asleep.

Savannah is like a craving, and no matter how much I want to always be with her, the thought of staying terrifies me. But the more time I spend with her, the more I want to see her, to be with her. My mind and body know that I’m in love with her, I just wish that I knew what the hell to do about it instead of running because of my fear.

Watching her sleep in my arms causes a longing so strong that my heart feels like it’s breaking. I gently move from under her and shove a pillow in her direction for her to cuddle into.

I don’t look back because I’m afraid of what I’ll see, so keeping my back to her, I grab my clothes and move quietly into her front room where I dress.

Savannah isn’t going to be happy with me leaving like this, but I’ve no other choice.

Savannah

With a lazy stretch to iron out the delightful soreness of my body, I turn my head and my heart sinks—no Jace. He can’t have left in the middle of the night…he…left?

Throwing the covers from my naked body and quickly covering up with my robe, I head into my living room and kitchen before it sinks in that he really isn’t here. In hope, I inhale and move the curtain in the living room to one side and, find that I’m fighting tears when I don’t see his truck.

Last night I’d gone to sleep with a smile on my face, and it wasn’t just because of what we’d spent the evening doing, or what I’d just done to him, it was because I’d closed my eyes and been wrapped up in the man that I love. And he left.

All signs that he has been here are gone—his clothes, his cell and the keys for his truck that had been parked in my drive.

Dropping my ass to the bed, I stare at the bathroom door, willing him to climb out of the shower, which I know isn’t turned on. I can wish.

Feeling tears trembling on my lashes, I angrily swipe at them. He isn’t going to reduce me to tears, no way…he really isn’t…one escapes and slides down my cheek.

Turning away from the bed, my mouth quivers with my heartache, and that’s when I see a piece of paper propped up on my dresser. I’m almost afraid to open it for what it might say. But I guess I’m looking for punishment because I need to know, even if it’s going to make me feel worse than I already do.

Tired and fed-up with Jace’s problem to stay with me overnight, I move and pick up the note, which is written on my pink notepaper that I keep in the kitchen.

My heart lurches though when I see my name scrawled across one side, knowing that it was Jace who’s responsible.

Sighing, I open the note.

Savannah, I’ll bring breakfast.

My eyes widen.

He’ll bring breakfast!

What the hell is going on? Did he leave minutes before I woke and he’s gone to buy us something to eat? Or did he leave—like I think he did—in the middle of the night?

Middle of the night.

I wish my conscience would shut the hell up even though I have to agree.

So he’ll bring breakfast, will he? Well, we’ll see about that.