Chapter 16
A Silent Sky
Mike
“If you look up, you can see the stars. It’s not something that you can see in the city very often, at least not like this. Not with all the lights and everything.”
Beside him, Savannah’s breaths were audible in the silent car. They stared through the windshield at the twinkling blanket of the night sky. The city had faded in the distance. They’d driven for a long time to get out there, but they had all night. He knew of a dirt road that was seldom traveled.
He’d found the place one night when he was driving endlessly, driving to escape his mind, his thoughts, himself. He always thought it would be the perfect place to bring Savannah but he never dreamed he’d actually be there with her.
“They’re incredible,” she breathed. She remained on her side of the car, waiting. Waiting for him to make a move, waiting for him to ignite the first sparks of the fire that always burned so brightly between them.
“Not as beautiful as you.” When she turned, the corners of her mouth lifted teasingly, as though she didn’t believe him.
When he reached across the console, cursing the damn thing and wishing for a bench seat, and touched her cheek gently, he felt the buzz of electricity race up his hand. His body tingled, racing to life.
“You’re being ridiculous,” she protested, but the words were breathless.
“I’m not. You’re the most beautiful woman on earth, Savannah Fiacco. The only woman I’ve ever wanted. The only woman I’ve ever loved.”
“Are these the kind of lines you feed to someone to get them to do exactly what you want?”
He grinned. “Is it working?”
“Well, I’m in your car and you’re practically on top of me and in a minute I know that this dress is going to be a rumpled mess on the floor, so yah, I would say it’s working.”
Mike tipped up her chin. God, he wanted to kiss her. Crush those lips under his, taste her, drink in her sweetness, swallow her moans and delighted cries. Her breaths changed, growing shallow as she looked up at him and saw the need in his eyes.
“I would only change one thing,” he said, as his hand rode up her thigh. She was so warm, her skin like silk. His hand pushed up the hem of her dress. She was right, he’d rather rip it off, but tonight, for one night, he’d be a gentleman. “This isn’t going to be on the floor. I’ll have everything I need, just like this.”
Before she could respond, he crushed his mouth to hers. She moaned and melted against him and he leaned over further, pressing that damn console square into his stomach. He didn’t devour her or push his tongue inside. He wanted for once, to take his time, to enjoy her, to savor each and every single second. When his tongue swept into her mouth, it was to taste her, her sweetness, the tang of a mint she must have popped into her mouth along the drive. He drank her like a heady wine, enjoying every single breath.
Her hands moved to his shoulders, sweeping over them like a caress. He couldn’t help himself. He leaned further over and gripped her endless, waterfall hair. His fingers tangled in the long dark strands of silk, tugging her into him. His head spun and his body reacted violently, as violently as it always did when she was near. His cock refused to listen to reason. His blood surged, refusing to take it slow, refusing to enjoy the damn moment like he’d promised himself he would.
Savannah met him halfway, leaning over that rigid console. She pushed back as his hands roved over her body, over that dress that hid all those delicious curves and bronzed skin.
She pulled away, gasping. He leaned back, dragging air into his own lungs. The world tilted around him. He remembered staring through the windshield, out at the stars and then the next second, his eyes were closed and Savannah was moving, shifting over the console and into his lap. The seat was pushed about as far back as it would go to accommodate his long legs and he thanked the stars that were up there in that sky that there was enough room between himself and the steering wheel for her.
She settled on his lap, that dress riding up to her waist, a set of red, red lace panties peeking out. If he had any self-control, it snapped right then and there. His cock hammered against his fly, threatening to punch through his jeans.
Savannah spread her legs and pressed herself up against him. He could feel her heat right through his jeans. He’d never known a truer torture than what she was doing to him at the moment. And then she reached down and gripped him right through his jeans. He nearly rocketed out of his skin.
“Savannah…” he panted, completely useless. Her delicate, talented hand only tightened around the bulge in his jeans. She caressed, rubbing a whole lot of denim and cotton boxers against his cock. He ground his teeth as the painful friction chaffed him. It wasn’t the wrong way. Any way at all would have been the right way at the moment. He ground his teeth in sheer frustration. “You’re going to kill me here.”
She grinned. She raised her head and glanced at the back seat. “It looks pretty small back there. I might have to get back to my own seat and we might have to go back to just looking at the stars.”
“Get in the back,” he ground out.
She giggled and moved away, agile as a nymph. She was small enough to crawl past the console, into the backseat, which wasn’t nearly as small as it looked.
Movements jerky, nerves frayed, Mike managed to release the door handle. He slammed the driver’s seat forward and crawled in, slamming and locking the door behind him. He groaned at his lack of foresight. He should have taken his damn jeans off when he was out of the car.
“Don’t. Don’t take them off. Let me.” Savannah anticipated every single need, every desire. Her hands were already working his jeans undone, pulling them down his hips as he slid into the backseat, taking up most of it. She knelt between his thighs, still working at his clothes.
When she freed him, he knew he was in for it. She wasn’t letting him go easy. She was going to torture the hell out of him before she let him see or touch any of her glorious body.