Priceless Treasure(24)

But it was time to stop daydreaming. Heck, where had her vocabulary gone? This had nothing to do with daydreaming — it had to be called nightmaring. Anyway, she had things to do, and now that it was Saturday, she had some time to do it. Throwing off the towel, Savannah pulled on her favorite skirt and then turned to grab her bra. Then she froze.

She’d been so preoccupied with her thoughts that she hadn’t heard her door open. But open it was, and, blocking any view of the hallway, Ashton stood there holding a tray with muffins and coffee. It took a moment for her to raise her hands and cover her breasts. She was too stunned to react quickly. He stepped forward and she stumbled backward.

“Is breaking into my room something I can expect regularly?” she asked, mortification almost choking her. Sure, he’d been in her bed less than an hour ago, but at least then she’d had clothes on.

“I thought I’d bring you coffee and food. You were kind enough not to bellow too much at me when we had that little misunderstanding in your bed,” he said before his eyes raked downward. Could he see right through her hands? She tightened her grip.

Savannah wasn’t ashamed of her body, but she wasn’t in love with it either. She could do a few more crunches, or tone up her arms more. She didn’t want to get into her thoughts on her thighs, but they were covered, thankfully.

“Want me to look away while you finish dressing?” he asked.

His tone was a bit hoarse, and she didn’t know what to say. Her words seemed to be locked deep down in her throat — not great if you wanted to win friends and influence people. He’d doubtless seen his share of naked women before. She just hadn’t planned on being one among the masses.

“You can leave,” she finally told him in yet another unnaturally high-pitched voice.

He didn’t. He set the tray on the bedside table and turned to face the door. Not wanting to argue while she felt so vulnerable, she grabbed her shirt, threw it on, and did the buttons up crookedly. The bra would come later.#p#分页标题#e#

When Ashton looked back toward her, she was at least clothed, though she still felt incredibly exposed. She knew that he had a visual of her in his sicko mind, and that was a privilege she preferred to keep to her bathroom mirror.

He prowled up to her, and Savannah struggled again to find her voice as he brushed against her.

“I should have knocked. I’m sorry.” He was whispering, but the sound — the vibrations — traveled all through her.

“Don’t touch me, Ashton,” she said.

But her traitorous body wanted to lean into the warmth she felt radiating from every part of him. Not good at all.

“I’ll stop if you really want me to,” he said. “Do we need one of those safe words?”

Safe word? What was that? But apparently all she had to do was tell him once again to get his hands off her, and he would do it, so why in damnation wasn’t she opening her mouth?

Ashton’s fingers crept up the sides of her neck and then he was undoing the tie holding her hair up, and soon her tresses were cascading past her shoulders and then he was gripping the back of her head and tugging her closer to him.

A mixture of confusion and desire rushed through her, and she knew she needed to call an immediate halt, but she just couldn’t figure out why that was.

“Your body is stunning, Savvy. I want to see it again,” he whispered, his words mesmerizing her. “I’m going to undo your shirt now.”

She stood there silent as the first button came free. Her body shook with passion, passion she’d felt for only this one man. Then the first half of her shirt was open and his hand was sliding inside, his fingers coming closer and closer to her peaked nipples.

Enough. If she didn’t end this right now, things were going to go too far, and she didn’t want to live with the inevitable regrets. But as his fingers slid lightly over those nipples of hers, the only sound coming from her throat was a moan of pleasure.

Then he was gripping both breasts and squeezing the tender flesh, making her knees wobble. She had to grip his waist to keep from falling to the ground in a puddle. Yeah, right at his feet.

He pushed against her hips and she sighed again when his proud arousal made contact with her stomach. Okay, so he wasn’t quite hitting the spot, the place lower down where she was pulsing with need. This should stop, but she hoped it wouldn’t. She didn’t want to want this so badly. But she couldn’t help herself. No man had ever rendered her quite so speechless before.

“I’m so turned on, Savvy. I can’t remember wanting a woman as much as I want you. I want to taste you, touch you, explore every inch of your delectable body. Tell me you want the same thing.”