Landry's Law by Kelsey Roberts

predawn, momentarily disoriented. Probably because he wasn’t used to sleeping in a cramped double bed with a frilly eyelet coverlet and floral arrangements everywhere.
    Or maybe he was just distracted because the pillow he was holding carried Savannah’s scent. Loneliness crept up on him. It was a new experience. He’d been sleeping alone for thirty-eight years, save for the occasional transgression. Normally, he enjoyed the solace and quiet of being alone. But not on this particular dawn. As he watched the sun paint the distant peaks purple, then pink, then finally an orange-yellow, he silently acknowledged why he was feeling lonely for the first time in his life.
    Because he’d gone to bed feeling that way. He had listened to Savannah move about in the living room for a long time. He didn’t dare hope that her restlessness came from the same place as his own. He’d never know since he couldn’t very well walk out into the living room and say, “Since I’m really attracted to you and we’re going to be roommates, why don’t we just sleep together?” Seth punched the pillow in frustration before rising.
    After brushing his teeth, he got his jeans out of his duffel, pulled them on, then quietly walkedacross the light-olive painted wooden floor. It was incredibly chilly, making him sorry he hadn’t put on his boots, but he didn’t want to wake Savannah.
    Carefully, he turned the knob until he heard the faint click of the latch. Silently he cursed when the hinges squeaked as he opened the bedroom door.
    Cold air greeted him when he looked out into the living room. His next curse was no longer silent.
    Savannah wasn’t on the sofa and the front door stood wide open.

Chapter Eight
    Seth quickly raced back into the bedroom to get his gun. At the same moment, he heard footsteps entering the house. With his gun drawn, he returned to the living room.
    Savannah was so startled by either him or the gun or both, that she dropped the bundle of firewood she’d been holding. The logs hit the rug with a muffled thud.
    He was standing just inches away from her. It was impossible for him not to notice that she was wearing a thin nightgown, which she had shoved into her jeans for the trip outside, under her open coat. The fabric was worn enough so that he had no problemmaking out the shape of her breasts, including the tawny shade of her nipples.
    Seth’s heart was suddenly pounding in his ears and his body’s response was intense and immediate. He met and held her gaze. He placed his gun on the end table and moved to her, hating himself for his own weakness.
    Savannah’s hair was mussed and her cheeks were stained a little scarlet from being out in the cold morning air. Her eyes were sultry, which seemed to intensify her disheveled appearance.
    He saw the look of longing in her eyes, and that was all the encouragement he needed.
    Placing his hands on either side of her small waist, Seth checked her expression again. Luckily, she showed no signs of resistance or repulsion. If anything, unspent passion filled her eyes. It nearly erased the blue, turning them a dark, imported chocolate color.
    Beneath his hands, he could feel the quick, uneven breaths in her diaphragm. Slowly, he bent down and gave his first tentative touch of his lips to hers. It was sheer heaven.
    Savannah surprised and pleased him when she placed her palms against his chest and stepped into his kiss. The feel of her hands against the mat of hair and his bare chest was almost enough to send him over an embarrassing edge.
    She teased the seam of his lips with her tongueuntil he opened his mouth. She tasted like mint, coffee and lust. Seth wrapped her in his arms, holding her against him as the kiss evolved from something tentative into a full-fledged erotic experience.
    His fingers moved into her hair. He tilted her head gently, to gain better access to her sweet mouth. Again Savannah surprised and pleased him. She began to tease his nipples. Seth hadn’t