Page 25 of Decker

This wasn’t what this was, and regret filled him. For the first time in ten years, he wished he could be the man who lay next to Savannah. To wake up and take her again, with the sweet feel of slumber making them lazy and languorous but he couldn’t. The fact that he wanted to was a warning he should heed. He should stop this before it went any further, but he couldn’t walk away now without having his fill of her, than fly to the moon.

Instead, he pulled away, guarding his heart against the look of hurt that crossed her face. He kissed her cheek and went to the bathroom to deal with the condom. Looking in the mirror, he saw a man he hadn’t seen in ten years, a man who’d been so broken he thought he was dead, and it terrified him, but not enough.

Cleaning up, he walked back into the bedroom and saw she’d pulled a sheet over her naked curves. It was a crime to cover such perfection and yet he was glad she had as he dressed quickly. He didn’t need any more temptation.

Savannah was an open book, and he could see her valiantly trying to act casual, but he knew this wasn’t her. She’d done this for him because she wanted him. Selfish bastard that he was, he was willing to let her.

He sat on the bed, not wanting to leave her yet but knowing he had to go. His hand snaked under the sheet, and he palmed her breast, his finger and thumb rolling the nipple and her breath hitched. So fucking responsive, she drove him wild.

“Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, a sexy smile curving her full lips. “Not at all, I enjoyed it.”

“Me too.” He wanted to say more, to explain why he had to leave, to tell her that he wanted nothing more than to break his own rules and stay but that wasn’t what this could be. “You working tomorrow?”

“No, I’m on leave until an internal investigation has been done.”

He frowned, his fingers stilling on her perfect body. “Why?”

“Percy is trying to protect my reputation by keeping me clear of the fallout.”

His hand wandered down her belly, to her clit which he circled with two fingers before dipping lower and finding her wet and ready. Fucking hell, she was going to be the death of him. “I never got the chance to taste you.”

He dragged his fingers through her wet heat and up her belly before he rubbed them over his lips and sucked them into his mouth. Her taste was like nectar, sweet and tangy and he wanted more.

“I didn’t get to taste you either.”

His dick jumped, fully hard and ready to go, but he fought for dominance over his libido. “I guess we have something to look forward to for next time. That is if you want to do this again?”

“Absolutely. Friends with benefits seems more fun than I ever imagined. I think it’s my new favourite thing in fact.”

Jealousy, hot and swift, hit in him the gut and he wanted to go and find the future man who’d get to touch her and kill him. She was his, to touch, to own, and he wouldn’t let another man have her, but he had no rights. Except for the ones he had for now, for as long as this lasted.

“But for now, you’re mine and I don’t fucking share.”

“Neither do I.”

“Point taken. While this lasts, we only have each other.” He wanted to say more, to demand she say she was his, but he didn’t.

“Fine by me.”

She yawned and he ran a finger over her cheek. “Get some sleep. I’ll set the alarm when I leave.”

He kissed her once more as her eyes began to close and left the room before he did something stupid like crawl back into bed with her and hold her while she slept.