completion.
“Graham!”
He grunted into her throat, his hips jerking between her legs as he came, spilling the fruit of his desire into her. His hot breath scalded her throat as he panted against her.
“Ah, Savannah...”
He said her name as if it pained him. He lifted his head from her throat and for a moment a darkness swam in the gray of his eyes; his face was harder than she’d ever seen it. Then the expression cleared. He lifted his body from hers and unlocked her wrists from the headboard. He threw the cuffs along with the keys into the bedside table that was still gaping open. She hadn’t even noticed him open it before.
As soon as her hands were free, Savannah twined her arms around his neck and kissed him. Graham gathered her into his arms, rolling over until she was on top of him and their tongues twisting together, their legs tangled, the slightly sour taste and smell of their morning breath inconsequential to the lazy heat twirling between them on the bed.
“I can wake like this every morning,” Graham said.
“Me too,” she smiled against his mouth even as he was pulling away from her, laying her into the sheets at his side. Savannah yawned and stretched against him, feeling the heaviness of sleep already pulling her down.
Distantly, she heard her fiancé laugh. Then felt the covers on her body, a press of his lips against her forehead.
Later, when she woke, he was gone.
The blinds were open to let in the full light of the day. The smell of coffee teased her nose. Savannah rolled over in the bed, and gasped. Marie, Graham’s maid, stood at the side of the bed, watching her. The look in her eyes was cool, with a far off heat that strangely chilled Savannah.
“You’ll never be enough for him,” Marie said. “Get used to that idea and your heart will break more softly.”
Chapter 2
Savannah took her coffee to find Graham, unable to put aside the words his maid had spoken so intently to her.
What had the woman been talking about? Graham had asked her to marry him. He had put the gold collar on her neck and said how Savannah, and only Savannah, had made him the happiest man in the world. Marie didn’t know what she was talking about. The maid was probably just jealous he hadn’t chosen her.
She found him in his den looking over some important looking papers. After her brief knock and his: “Come in,” she stood in front of his desk with the coffee clasped in her hands. Savannah knew at once she was looking for comfort, for reassurance of some kind, that the maid was just full of shit and didn’t know what she was talking about. But she couldn’t ask for that reassurance.
“Sit, please,” he said with a wave of his hand toward the sofa on the other side of the large room.
As she sat down in the padded antique fainting couch, he put his papers away and stood up. He walked gracefully across the room to join her, his tall body casually clad in boat shoes, jeans, and a lavender dress shirt rolled up at the elbows. Savannah she felt her admiration and love for him swell up and overflow her inside. All her doubts inspired by Marie’s spiteful words fell away.
Graham sat on the couch next to her, lifted her until she was sitting in his lap. He smelled of a recent shower, coffee, and a darker scent, like a damp and dark forest. He touched her cheek.
“Have Marie help you move your things into my bedroom. Our bedroom.” His thumb brushed the edges of her mouth. “After that, I want us to enjoy this Sunday together,” he said. “Tomorrow I’ll be leaving town for a few days on business. You’ll be on your own here. Except for Marie and the rest of the staff, of course.”
“Of course,” she said, smiling. “But since you’re not here, I might as well be on my own. I’ll miss you.”
“I’m glad to hear that, because I most certainly shall miss you. One night of you in my bed isn’t nearly
“Graham!”
He grunted into her throat, his hips jerking between her legs as he came, spilling the fruit of his desire into her. His hot breath scalded her throat as he panted against her.
“Ah, Savannah...”
He said her name as if it pained him. He lifted his head from her throat and for a moment a darkness swam in the gray of his eyes; his face was harder than she’d ever seen it. Then the expression cleared. He lifted his body from hers and unlocked her wrists from the headboard. He threw the cuffs along with the keys into the bedside table that was still gaping open. She hadn’t even noticed him open it before.
As soon as her hands were free, Savannah twined her arms around his neck and kissed him. Graham gathered her into his arms, rolling over until she was on top of him and their tongues twisting together, their legs tangled, the slightly sour taste and smell of their morning breath inconsequential to the lazy heat twirling between them on the bed.
“I can wake like this every morning,” Graham said.
“Me too,” she smiled against his mouth even as he was pulling away from her, laying her into the sheets at his side. Savannah yawned and stretched against him, feeling the heaviness of sleep already pulling her down.
Distantly, she heard her fiancé laugh. Then felt the covers on her body, a press of his lips against her forehead.
Later, when she woke, he was gone.
The blinds were open to let in the full light of the day. The smell of coffee teased her nose. Savannah rolled over in the bed, and gasped. Marie, Graham’s maid, stood at the side of the bed, watching her. The look in her eyes was cool, with a far off heat that strangely chilled Savannah.
“You’ll never be enough for him,” Marie said. “Get used to that idea and your heart will break more softly.”
Chapter 2
Savannah took her coffee to find Graham, unable to put aside the words his maid had spoken so intently to her.
What had the woman been talking about? Graham had asked her to marry him. He had put the gold collar on her neck and said how Savannah, and only Savannah, had made him the happiest man in the world. Marie didn’t know what she was talking about. The maid was probably just jealous he hadn’t chosen her.
She found him in his den looking over some important looking papers. After her brief knock and his: “Come in,” she stood in front of his desk with the coffee clasped in her hands. Savannah knew at once she was looking for comfort, for reassurance of some kind, that the maid was just full of shit and didn’t know what she was talking about. But she couldn’t ask for that reassurance.
“Sit, please,” he said with a wave of his hand toward the sofa on the other side of the large room.
As she sat down in the padded antique fainting couch, he put his papers away and stood up. He walked gracefully across the room to join her, his tall body casually clad in boat shoes, jeans, and a lavender dress shirt rolled up at the elbows. Savannah she felt her admiration and love for him swell up and overflow her inside. All her doubts inspired by Marie’s spiteful words fell away.
Graham sat on the couch next to her, lifted her until she was sitting in his lap. He smelled of a recent shower, coffee, and a darker scent, like a damp and dark forest. He touched her cheek.
“Have Marie help you move your things into my bedroom. Our bedroom.” His thumb brushed the edges of her mouth. “After that, I want us to enjoy this Sunday together,” he said. “Tomorrow I’ll be leaving town for a few days on business. You’ll be on your own here. Except for Marie and the rest of the staff, of course.”
“Of course,” she said, smiling. “But since you’re not here, I might as well be on my own. I’ll miss you.”
“I’m glad to hear that, because I most certainly shall miss you. One night of you in my bed isn’t nearly
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