Page 58 of John’s Yearning

“You know what will happen if you stay,” he warned without malice in his voice.

She lifted her hand to his cheek and brushed her knuckles over it. “Yes, I know what will happen. Because we both want it to happen. We need each other. I don’t know whether what’s between us right now will ever have a chance to flourish. Nobody knows that. All I know is that right now, I need you, and you need me.”

“Savannah,” he murmured, and this time he wasn’t pleading for her to leave. He leaned in, put one hand on her waist and slid the other to her nape. “I’m going to be gentle this time. I promise.”

“I don’t care how you take me, John. As long as you take me.”

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John slanted his lips over Savannah’s mouth, and, deliberately slowly, he kissed her. This time he wouldn’t allow himself to act like a beast. She was putting her trust in him, offering him a second chance, and he wasn’t going to throw that away. The guilt he felt about betraying Nicolette’s memory was still there, but having shared his story with Savannah gave him a sense of relief. His shoulders felt lighter now, as if some of the burden of his past had been lifted.

Savannah’s lips parted under light pressure, and her breath rushed into him. She tasted sweet and welcoming. She was right when she’d said that he needed her. But she had no idea to what extent. He needed her not only in his bed to satisfy the desire he felt for her, he also needed something else from her. Her blood. And while she offered her body so freely, he doubted that she would part with her blood as easily. So for now, he had no choice but to content himself with what she was willing to share with him.

When the kiss grew more passionate, and she pressed herself to him so his chest crushed her breasts, and his hard cock rubbed against her soft stomach, he drew his head back.

“Easy, Savannah, we’re going to take it slowly this time.”

Her lips were wet, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes dilated. Just one kiss, and she looked like the most enticing tableau of lust and desire he’d ever encountered.

“You don’t have to go slow on my account,” she claimed and ran her hands down his torso.

Before she could reach his groin and play havoc with his good intentions, he imprisoned her hands with his.

“A woman like you deserves to be loved slowly and thoroughly. It’ll give us both more pleasure.” He lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the living room.

In the bedroom at the end of the short hallway, he laid her onto the large bed, then flipped the light switch. The soft light of the bedside lamp cast a golden glow over the room.

He bent over Savannah and reached for the seam of her sweater. She lifted her back and head off the mattress and allowed him to rid her of the garment. Beneath it, she was naked. He ran his eyes over her breasts, then cupped them both, enjoying the feel of them in his palms.

“Tell me, Savannah, why don’t you wear a bra?” He lifted his head to look at her face.

“I don’t like the feel of it, of the tight strap around my chest confining me. It’s like a prison.”

“Hmm.” He dropped his gaze back to the two large globes in his hands and squeezed them, eliciting a soft moan from their owner. “Don’t you know what you’re doing to a man seeing you without a bra underneath your sweater? Don’t you know how tantalizing it looks when you move and your breasts bounce with every step you take? Or do you love it, knowing you’re making our cocks stiff when we see your nipples turn hard in the cold air?”

And just like that, her nipples stiffened in his palms, and uneven breaths left her lips.

“I didn’t know,” she claimed. “It’s just more comfortable.”

“Is that so?” He dipped his head and licked over one nipple then the other. “The moment you walked into my office, I knew I had to lick these breasts. You can’t tell me you didn’t know that. Didn’t you see how you turned me on?”

“Not at first,” she said finally.

“That’s why you made me touch them, didn’t you? Because you knew my weakness.” He sucked one nipple deep into his mouth and licked it vigorously.

Savannah moaned and arched her back, thrusting her chest toward him in open invitation. “Yes, oh! I knew you’d like them.”

John switched to the other breast, gave it the same treatment: long, wet licks and hard sucking.

“Oh, yes, more!”

“I wanted to press you against the wall of your living room, strip you bare, and take you right there. I could barely keep it together. When I got home that night, when I stood in the shower…” He looked at her face and met her eyes. “I took my cock into my hand and imagined it was you touching me.”

Another moan rolled over her lips, and her hips moved as if she wanted to rub herself against him. He could smell her now. She was wet, her arousal drenching her soft petals. Soon, he’d take care of her need, but he’d promised himself not to rush this.

“But it wasn’t enough. There’s no substitute for you.”

“I’m here now.” She reached for his shirt and started opening the buttons.