She found a pull-off that led into the trees. She turned and drove into the shade, out of sight of the road. They’d be well protected here. Finding a flat area, she parked, shut off the engine and then sighed.
“I’ll call Dad and have a car sent here.”
He still wore a slight smile, but humor had warmed to the hint of sexual awareness.
Savanna stood from the driver’s chair and went back to start opening up the RV slide-outs, which they’d retracted when they’d gone to see Pavlo. Finished, she turned from the last living room slide-out to find Korbin standing there.
“Mmph.” She bumped into him.
Korbin steadied her with his hand on her waist. The contact sent her closer to forgetting why she should wait to do what she yearned to. What he also yearned to do. After surviving what they had, it was a relief to feel something good.
He drew her toward him and she stepped into his arms.
Breathless, she pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck while he crushed his mouth to hers. Nothing else mattered but him. He kissed her, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. She dug her fingers through his hair and wordlessly asked for more. He groaned and sank his tongue deep.
Yes.
She kissed him without reservation, moved against him, wished she could bask forever in the power of this feeling she had for him.
Korbin lifted her off her feet. She wound her legs around him, planting kisses all over his face.
“Savanna,” he rasped.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, God.” She wished he wouldn’t ask her that.
Korbin started walking with her. Her fingers worked frantically to unbutton his short-sleeved shirt. Down the narrow hall to the master bedroom, he laid her on the bed and finished what she started. She removed her top.
As he dropped his shirt to the floor, she admired smooth skin over rippling muscles. He bent down and she ran her fingers into his hair at the base of his neck. Sexy, she thought, running her hands over him, exulting in the heat that radiated off his body.
He undid her bra and gently cupped her breasts. Air cooled her skin over the layer of sweat on her own body. He planted sweet kisses around each of her nipples, then sucked them while his hands worked to unbutton her jeans, pushing them down. He left that task half-done and untied her boots. She kicked them off. He did the same with his and jerked out of his pants, heated eyes watching her remove her jeans and underwear the rest of the way.
Naked and reaching for him, she melted at the sound of his gruff anticipation. He moved between her parted legs and found her. Bracing his hands on each side of her, he pushed inside. He didn’t stop. He kept moving. Savanna arched her neck and he sucked the skin there. She sank her fingers into his hair again and splayed her other hand over his back, running it down his sweat-covered skin to his butt, where she squeezed.
He drove into her harder, his face just above hers, eyes intent on her, breathing rough and guttural. She came apart looking up at him. Drowning sensation built to a crescendo. She dragged her eyes closed and groaned with the intensity of her release.
He sank his tongue inside her mouth and rode her gently through her orgasm before he took his own with a few quick, deep, hard thrusts.