Page 84 of Try for Love

Lowering Savannah to her feet, I cup her face in my hands and gently nudge her backward until she’s pressed against the wall. My heart picks up speed from the way she trusts me to guide her, and I don’t know how anyone can feel this kind of love for someone and keep it contained.

“Sav,” I whisper and drop my forehead to hers. “You’re everything.”

Her hands splay across my chest, then slide up to my neck and into my hair, leaving fire in their wake. “Logan,” she whispers back.

“I have this match I need to play next week. Sort of important.”

She chuckles. “I heard about that a few minutes ago, actually.”

“What I want to know is if you’re busy when it’s over.”

Opening her eyes, she studies me for a few seconds, like she knows what I’m about to say. “That depends,” she says slowly. “I might have plans with my boyfriend, but he hasn’t asked me yet.”

My lips curve upward. “Wanna get married, Savannah Magnolia Blair?”

Her breath comes in a quick hiss, which isn’t an answer, but I’m not too worried.

“See, you have this working visa that’s expiring in a couple of weeks,” I say and brush my nose against hers. “And that’s a problem.”

Savannah pulls me closer, her hands trembling. “I already applied to get it extended.”

“I’m aware, but I’d rather keep you in a more permanent way.” Snaking my hand around her back, I pull her into me. “I think we’ve waited long enough, don’t you?”

“You want to get married next week?” Her question is more thoughtful than disbelieving.

“I’d marry you tonight if I thought you’d say yes.” But then I frown, considering that. “No. I take that back. I have a match to win in a few days.”

She smirks. “That sort of important one?”

“Yeah, that one. And when I marry you…” I press my lips to hers in a soft kiss that isn’t nearly enough. It’s never enough with her. “I don’t want any distractions. I plan to give you my full, undivided attention.” I kiss her again, losing some of my control as Savannah takes the kiss deeper, and I grip her waist to bring her body flush with mine.

“You’d better,” she says against my mouth.

“Is that a yes?”

“Obviously.”

Lifting her into my arms, I roll my eyes and run my fingers through her hair. “You’re the most frustrating woman I’ve ever known,” I tell her, then kiss her like my life depends on it.

I may be playing for the same team and living in the same city that I was before I met Savannah, but my life is far more complete now. So much better than I could have made it on my own. I thought I needed to figure out where I came from, but in truth I only needed her. And while I’m nowhere near good enough for this woman, I’m going to try my very best to deserve her.

After all, tries are my specialty.