Breathe Again (9 page)

Walking into the darkness of our apartment, I smiled at the familiar scent of Sav in the air. Throwing my keys down on the bench, I opened the fridge, grabbed an apple juice, and headed to the couch with all intentions of winding down in my solitude.

I loved my job, I loved Red Velvet, but shit, it could be tiring at times. Tonight had been slow, and usually I’d love a slow night at work because I could catch up on the mountain of paperwork and organize upcoming launch nights and expansion opportunities, but tonight it allowed me to think about things way too much.

Tomorrow I was hoping my balls would drop and I’d grow a set and contact my father. I needed to get it over and done with, and I needed to get it done before Jellybean arrived. I hadn’t told Sav of my plans yet and I knew I had to wait until the right moment. It wasn’t something I wanted to drop on her without knowing if I’d actually go through with it, it was a stress she didn’t need.

Finding the remote, I flicked on the television and fell back into the over-plush cushions on the couch. Thankfully, instead of having to sit through my mind-numbing infomercials, a replay of last year’s Super Bowl came on as the screen as the television burst to life. Loosening my tie and pulling my shirt out of my pants, I felt the wanted feelings of relaxation arrive. After I threw my tie on the couch beside me, my hand brushed something and my eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

My fingers flipped through photo after photo of Chelsea in various poses and wearing nothing but lingerie. Why did Sav have these and why had she been looking at them? Suddenly, Tanzi’s voice appeared. ‘Tell Sav you love her.’ Was Sav feeling insecure and questioning our relationship? Was she having doubts about us? Was she punishing herself for something she had absolutely nothing to do with?

I stood from the couch and looked towards the closed door of our bedroom. My urge to show her what she meant to me was burning within me, but I couldn’t always show her with sex. Making my way through the apartment, I quietly opened the bedroom door, and the light from the candle slowly burning on the dresser allowed a soft life to bounce of the walls and swamp the dark space.

Sav lay cuddled up to my pillow with the sheet barely covering her body. The door that led to the balcony was open and the cool Los Angeles air cushioned the air. Her blond hair surrounded her beautiful face on the pillow. I prayed to god our child got her looks.

I sat down softly on the edge of the bed and watched over her. So peaceful, so beautiful, and all mine. I still had no clue how the hell I’d gotten this girl.

“Sav, wake up,” I whispered and ran my fingertip down her cheek. She squirmed in bed, and slowly her eyes fluttered open. A smile appeared on her lips as she looked up at me.

“Tate what’s wrong?” Her voice was husky from sleep, her words spilling with concern.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her up until she was sitting. “I need you to get out of bed for a minute.”

Sav nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving mine as she swung her bare legs over the edge of the bed and stood before me wearing just one of my t-shirts.

“I saw the photos in the living room,” I whispered. My fingers interlocked with hers, and the sound of her breathing increasing hit my ears.

“Tate, I don’t know—”

“Don’t say anything.” My finger rested on her lips and her head nodded in agreement. Once I was satisfied that she wouldn’t speak, I dropped my finger and brushed my lips softly over hers. “Just trust me, okay?”

My hands ran up her bare arms. Instantly, goose bumps spread over her cool skin and her eyes closed at the sensation. She was so reactive to my touch and I loved every second of it, but this wasn’t what this was about. I needed her to see herself how I saw her.

“Look at me, Sav.”

Her eyes pried open and looked at me with heated hesitation. Our eyes searched each other’s for unspoken words. I didn’t break our contact as my hands moved down her body, searching for the hem of my shirt that looked so fucking perfect on her. She gasped as my hands moved inside the material and skimmed the delicate skin of her hips. I felt the smirk form on my lips as my hands brushed her bare hipbone, showing me that she wasn’t wearing panties. So fucking sexy.

“Lift your arms, Savannah.”

Without a word, Sav raised her arms and I slipped the cotton t-shirt over her head. She shook her head and her hair swished around her face. She stood before me in all of her naked form. My goddess. My Savannah. Her mouth twitched as if she were going to say something, but she closed it tight while her eyes finally smiled at me. I silently walked to her drawers, knowing exactly what I was looking for. I pulled out the black and baby pink panties, suspenders, and bra that had turned me on many times in the past. Her eyes followed wherever I was, but she remained still and didn’t say a word.

Moving back towards her, I gently placed the lingerie on our bed and stood before her. I couldn’t stop my hands from moving to her naked skin. It was as if it were silently begging me to take ownership. My hands cupped her face, pulling her lips to mine. Our kiss wasn’t frantic. It wasn’t full of lust and need; it wasn’t aggressive or dominating. It was soft, pure, loving, and gentle. With the back of my fingers, I traced every inch of her skin, outlining her lips, sweeping across her collarbones, caressing the bare skin of her breasts and expanding stomach, and cupping her hips gently.

“I love you, Miss Rae.”

Dropping to my knees, I gazed up at her and was met with her eyes burning into mine. Grabbing the panties from the bed, I placed them on the floor beside me before turning my full attention back to Savannah. I lifted each of her feet, softly placing a kiss on each of the soles. Sliding the panties over her ankles and up her calves, I kissed the delicate skin as I moved the panties slowly up her toned legs. I stopped when I reached her knees and spread her legs wider so they would hold the panties in place.

I shuffled forward and let my lips fall to her bare skin and traced the length of her thigh with the tip of my tongue while my fingertips swept over the other, giving it just as much attention. Her breathing became heavy, and suddenly her hand found my hair and her fingertips moved through it, her nails scraping my scalp with a soothing sensation that stopped me momentarily.

My mouth continued its assault on her thighs, splashing kisses on every inch of her beautiful skin. I moved swiftly but softly to where I knew I wanted to go. I needed to taste her. I needed her to feel me. The moment my mouth connected with her, Sav went rigid against me. I wrapped my arms around her hips, stopping her from collapsing to the ground. She was standing before me, naked and submitting entirely to me.

My tongue traced every inch of her heat, my senses tumbling into overload. Her taste, her smell, and her noises were taking over every part of me. I knew she was close. The tightness of her grip on my hair was a clear indication. I moved in closer, my tongue sweeping over every inch of her now soaking pussy. When I felt her gasp loudly, I nibbled on her clit and she shuddered around me with the sound of her moaning my name over and over again falling from her lips.

The warmth and intensity of her orgasm flooded around me and I refused to move until I had enjoyed every last drop. Savannah Rae, could she be any more perfect for me? My breathing increased rapidly as I pulled away from her. I was losing control of this whole situation and I knew I had to pull it in. This wasn’t about me; it was purely about her. Grabbing hold of my wildly growing need to be inside her, I continued sliding her panties up over her thighs and gave her a suggestive tap on the ass, loving the sound of her raspy giggle. I turned on my knees, grabbed the suspenders that were bunched with the bra beside me, and repeated the tortuously slow process.

With every sweep of my fingertips on her reactive skin, she gasped. I dragged my fingers up her legs, skimming over her knees and tracing her thighs, and followed with my lips. This time, I dragged my tongue, sweeping over her skin, tasting the deliciousness of the body wash she had used earlier that night. I leaned in and placed my lips on her panties, the wetness soaking through the lace, and instantly my eyes closed as I was overcome by the scent of my perfect Aussie.

Her hands found my hair again, and she gripped it for dear life. The pain of her grip and the smell of her arousal almost made me forget what I was doing. I pulled my face away, breathing in deeply as I did and shot a look of pure lust at her. The thought of being buried deep inside of her caused my now hard cock to ache.

“Savannah, I never knew perfection until I met you.”

I fumbled around the floor, patting the space for the bra I had left there, not wanting to break the trance her eyes had on me. My fingers brushed across the satin and I grabbed hold. I rose to my feet in front of her, her eyes moving with mine. I ran my hands up the side of her body, a shiver ran down her sides, and her eyes closed under my touch, breaking our contact.

Lifting her arms one at a time, I slipped her arms in the straps of her bra. Moving around her, I didn’t remove my fingers from her skin. My eyes were locked with hers through the reflection of the mirror. I stood behind her, staring at her, drinking in her body. I hooked her bra and my eyes ran the length of her body.

“Stay there,” I whispered before grazing her shoulder blade with a soft kiss. She nodded in response.

I ran out of the bedroom in desperate search of my phone. The ache in my shorts was almost to the point of pain, and I needed release fast.

“Fuck!” I hissed to myself.

I grabbed my phone from the couch and rushed back to the bedroom to find Sav standing exactly where I’d left her. Her eyes rose from the carpeted floor and a shy smile formed on her lips. I could see the faint tint of embarrassment cover her cheeks.

“You are blushing again.” I winked at her and lifted my phone up.

“What are you doing?” she gasped in horror as the sound of a photo being taken echoed through the room. Her hands shot up as she attempted to cover her almost naked body.

“Do you trust me?”

She nodded slowly. Her hands and arms remained firmly over her body and her head dropped, her hair falling over her face.

“Trust me, Savannah.”

Slowly she lifted her head and her eyes met mine. Hesitation greeted me. I took a step towards her, my face millimeters from hers and I spoke against her lips. “Just you and me.”

Stepping back, I lifted my phone up so that she was on full display to me. Like a goddess standing before me, she allowed me to snap away on my phone. There was a point to this. I wasn’t just being some sleazy creep. When I finished, I slid my phone in my back pocket and moved so I stood behind her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I rested my open palms on her pregnant stomach and we stood before the mirror, our eyes meeting in the reflection.

“You, Savannah, are the only person I want to look at in lingerie. Those photos you were looking at in the living room are nothing compared to what I am looking at now. The way you glow in the candlelight, the curves of your body I cannot refuse to touch, and the taste of your skin on my tongue are all I’ll ever need. If I have to remind you every day, I will.”

“Tate, you need to take me to bed now. I know you have just dressed me but you need to have me naked within the next few seconds. I’ve kinda wrecked the panties anyway.” She grabbed my hand placing it at the front of her thoroughly soaked panties. “That is all your doing.”

As quickly as the words had left her mouth, my hands were unfastening the hook of her bra and I moved to stand in front of her and my mouth gently fell on her peaked nipple. A deep groan escaped her lips as the moment of ecstasy swept over her. Giving her what she wanted was my ultimate pleasure.

“Tate, that is amazing.”

I moved from one nipple to the other, stopping the onslaught on her beautiful tits only when I felt her hand slip in the front of my pants and grab hold of my aching cock. Her fingertip swept over the tip of my cock, and I groaned in a frenzied state of abyss as her hand wrapped around my length, gently squeezing as she ran her hand up and down painfully slowly.

“This is mine,” Sav breathed deeply.

With my cock about ready to show her exactly how much she owned me, I regretfully pulled away and dropped to my knees in front of her. With eager fingers, I unclasped her suspenders and slid them down her legs, throwing them to the corner of the room. I sat back on my heels to take a moment to admire the view in front of me—my girlfriend standing before me in nothing but her panties, with the flicker of light from the candles dancing over her skin, her breathing heavy and her eyes hooded with desire.

“I want you to make love to me tonight, Tate,” her words begged as her eyes craved.

I stood quickly, wrapped my hands around her waist, and lifted her to my hips. A soft giggle escaped her lips as I carried her to the bed. After I lowered her softly, she crawled back, her eyes never leaving me. I slowly started unbuttoning my shirt and slid it over my shoulders, chucking it to the end of the bed.

“Fuck, I love your tattoo,” Sav sighed from the bed. I looked down at my Connors tattoo, and before I could say anything, Savannah crawled to the edge of the bed. Her lips were kissing every letter etched on my skin. Her tongue magnificently slid along every stroke of scripted writing while my hands got lost in the flowing blond mane down her back.

“You are going to have that name one day.”

Just as quickly as she had started caressing my body with her tongue, she ripped her body away from me and sat back. There was no way in the world that I could even attempt to read the expression swamping her face. Was it desire, hesitation, need, or fear?

“Whether it takes a month, a year, two years, or ten, you will become a Connors.”

We were in the room staring each other down, Sav completely at the mercy of the thoughts circling her mind and me completely at the mercy of her. I hadn’t hidden the fact there would be no one else but her. She knew my idea of a future included her and Jellybean, and that meant all of us having my surname. Marriage! Fuck! I was never the guy who thought of marriage. My idea of a future had been full of loose women, booze, and jumping from one bed to another. But that was until Savannah had crashed into my world and made me believe that I could have a different future. Now all I wanted was to run away with her to a chapel in Vegas and put a ring on her finger, buy her our dream house, and spend our days filling it with memories.