Page 40 of Seductive Swimmer
I walk around my desk so I can lean against it and draw her into my arms. She fits perfectly there, as we have discovered over the last seventy-two hours. We’ve had sex in every imaginable position, all over her apartment, and still the very touch of her body has my arousal surging.
“Look. I’m sorry if I overstepped. I only want you to be safe when I’m not there.” I stroke my hands up and down her arms, and eventually I feel the tension in her body recede. She drops her forehead to my chest, and I kiss the top of her hair, relishing the way she relaxes in my arms.
“I don’t need you to take care of me, Alex. I moved here to get away from overprotective parents. Don’t turn into an overprotective boyfriend.”
As soon as the words leave her lips, Savannah freezes. I can’t wipe the grin off my face. It’s the first time someone has used that word in relation to me, and I like the way it sounds.
She slowly peeks up at me, and when she sees my expression, Savannah lets out a huff of air.
“As your boyfriend, it is my privilege to take care of you. But I realize your independence is important. I’ll try not to take over again.”
My words have their intended effect. Savannah lifts up onto her toes and presses a kiss to my lips. I deepen it hungrily, not caring that we’re in my office. I’m quite certain it won’t be the last time we push the boundaries of propriety here. If Brayden or any of the other staff knows what’s going on behind my closed door, they haven’t said anything.
After a moment, Savannah pushes on my chest and we step apart. Her hair is mussed from my hands, and her cheeks are flushed. She’s gorgeous.
“Right. Okay. Glad we sorted that out,” she stumbles over her words, in her adorable way. “I’ll go finish my work. Meet with Terry. Yeah, that.” She glances up at me, then turns and walks to my office door. Before she opens it, I call out to her.
“See you tonight, Savannah.”
The smile she turns and gives me is full of dirty promises. Five o’clock can’t come soon enough.
I’ve never resented my work, but today I do. It’s well after six before I manage to leave the office to head over to Savannah’s. Somehow, we manage to eat dinner — Thai takeout that I picked up on my way to her apartment. But the second we take our last bites, I carry her to bed and we make good on every single unspoken promise.
After my second, and her third orgasm, I roll away from her and onto my stomach with a groan. “You’ve destroyed me, woman.” I’m damp with sweat, and so is she. The air is filled with the musky aroma from our lovemaking.
Savannah giggles, then snuggles into my side. Her finger comes up and traces the Olympic rings tattooed on the middle of my back. Most of the time I forget that they’re there. A harsh reminder of what could have been.
“Should I be sorry?”
“No. Not at all.” I rise up so I can press a kiss to the top of her head, and then we lay there for a moment. When women in the past tried to cuddle with me after sex, I shut it down instantly. I’m not used to affectionate touch like that. But with Savannah, it’s different. Everything is different. I enjoy the feel of our bodies entwined together in rest. But eventually, I know I have to go. I shift off the bed, and she gives me a pout.
“Where are you going?”
“Unfortunately, I have to go home tonight,” I say as I pull on my underwear and pants. “I don’t have my gear for the pool, and even you are not enough of a temptation for me to miss yet another workout.”
Savannah sits up in bed, the sheet pooling around her waist, baring her beautiful tits to me. “I thought we were doing just fine with this kind of workout.”
I lean down and kiss her firmly. “We are. But I need the pool, love. It’s in my blood.”
She flops back down on the bed with an adorable huff. “Fine, go. I suppose I could use some sleep. Someone has been keeping me up these last few nights.”
I chuckle at that. “You’re just as much a part of that as I am.”
As I gather my things, she climbs out of bed and covers herself with a short robe. We walk to her door but before she opens it, I spin and press her against it, lifting her so that her legs wrap around my waist. The sensation of her warm, wet center pressing against me makes me groan.
“I’m insatiable around you.”
She answers me with a swivel of her hips, rubbing against my rapidly hardening cock.
I growl and nip at her neck in response, and she dives at my mouth, attacking me with all the desire that courses between us.
But if we’re to have any chance of making our early morning swim, I know one of us needs to be strong enough to put an end to things for tonight. So, I reluctantly lower her down until she’s standing, then I open the door.
“Goodnight, Savannah.”
I take a step back into the hallway. She leans against the door, and the soft smile she gives me tugs at my gut.She’s perfect.
“Goodnight, Alex.”
