Page 21 of Seductive Swimmer
We break apart, and Savannah looks over my shoulder with a guilty smile.
“Yes, Mrs. Ruskov. I’m fine.”
I drop my head to Savannah’s shoulder, and turn slightly so I can press a kiss to the side of her neck as we listen to heavy footsteps clomp down the stairs.
“Alright, then. I should go.”
I reluctantly step back, letting my hands slide down her arms until I can clasp her hands in mine. I’m pleased to see she looks like a woman who has been thoroughly kissed and wants more. Part of me wants desperately to be invited inside, but I resist. Instead, I drop her hands and take another step back, toward the stairs.
“I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, love.” My voice is gruff with my pent-up desire, and I can tell that she hears it by the flash of heat in her eyes.
“Goodbye, Alex.”
With one last nod, I walk slowly down the stairs, unable to hold back the grin that stretches over my face once I’m out of sight.
If the chemistry of our first kiss was any indication, Savannah will live up to all of my fantasies, and more.
