“They’re just ready to release the vultures. They’ll be all over her estate before the lawyers can finish dotting their I’s and crossing their T’s.”

That familiar eruption of anxiety floods my chest with heat. I might as well be one of those vultures. When the time comes, I will use Hazel’s death to my financial benefit.

And it will break him.

Savannah’s on edge. I can feel her tense as I run my hands along her legs, planting kisses along her inner thighs, careful not to touch the healing skin on the inside of her knee. She lets her head hang back and lets out a sweet moan. When we’re at Hazel’s I know she’s afraid the others might hear, so I’m going to enjoy her pleasure sounds while we’re in the privacy of my house.

Thank fuck she was too distracted to bring up the awkward encounter at the shop. When I proposed staying here tonight, she seemed all too eager to crawl into my bed. And I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t nice.

Fuck, this shit is getting too heavy. I like having her around. Seeing her curled up on my couch, naked in my bed, eating at my kitchen table. I could get used to this.

I can still feel the tension in her body—even as I continue kissing and teasing her softly between the legs, loving the feel of her writhing and shaking with pleasure. She digs her fingers into my hair, applying just the right amount of pain to make me sink in a little deeper. Right on time, she goes rigid, her moans turning into gasps, I know she is at the pinnacle of her orgasm. So I push her all the way through, applying the pressure of my lips and tongue against her clit, making the climax as intense as possible.

When she finally releases the breath she was holding and collapses against the mattress, I climb over her. I can barely get a kiss on her mouth before she is pulling me in, seemingly desperate for my touch. Desperate for me to fulfill every inch of her, and I do.

As I lay into her softly, stroke after stroke, the intensity threatens to tear me to shreds. Our faces just inches apart, I inhale her breath, consumed by only her so that Savannah is all I can feel, all I can taste, all I can see. For a brief moment, Savannah is my whole world, and it’s safe here.

She whispers my name, her high pitch telling me she’s close to another climax. This one I know she expresses differently. This one she pulls me close, holding me deeper inside until her legs shiver and quake.

My release comes plummeting into me at the same time so that we are both holding each other so tight, I’m afraid I might break her.