He trailed her through the living room to the stairway. Underneath the upper-level steps, more led to a basement. At the bottom, a huge rec room opened. There was a bar and a huge television with theater seats. Shelves on both sides of the TV were full of movies and video games.
Savanna passed that, then turned on a light that illuminated the other half of the room. But the light didn’t come from above, it came from a miniature town set up on a big table. A train track wound its way around, crossing a river and going over a road. There was a hill of houses overlooking the town. All of the buildings had lights and there were even stoplights that worked and cars that followed another track around town.
“You did this?”
“A little at a time.”
“You’re like a boy.” He laughed. “This is great.” He walked around the table. There was even a mine.
After studying every detail of the setup, Korbin saw her watching him with a soft smile. She loved how he appreciated this.
“You’d be a bad fit for city life,” he said. “You wouldn’t have time for all of this.”
She shook her head. “No.”
But he sensed she’d rather share it with someone. “Do you ever plan to have kids or are you too much of one yourself?”
“I’m too much of a kid myself,” she said. “I make a better aunt than I would a mom.”
He could see that about her. “I feel the same way, except I’m an only child.”
Sharing the growing connection between them, the moment heated up. Her eyes batted and lowered and she clasped her hands in front of her.
With the choo-choo of the train, Korbin stepped closer. Something deep in him warned to resist this, but desire overruled. Reaching out, he took her hands, coaxing her to unclasp them and then pulling her slowly to him. One step. Two. And then she was against him. She put her hands on his chest and looked up, in a spell that had fallen over them both.
He didn’t give her time to react. Didn’t give himself time to think. Just kissed her. Soft at first. Gentle. Warm. And then the very thing that had him in awe over her rolled into a ball of flames.
She made a groaning sound and the next thing he felt was her fingers raking through his short hair. He gave her more, and the fevered kiss compelled him to wrap both his arms around her, hands gliding down her slender back to her rear and pressing her against his growing hardness. She had to feel it through those thin pants.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. More than the reason that had brought him here, he still felt beholden to someone else.
Slowly, with unease building, he pulled back. She looked up at him through half-opened eyes, luscious mouth plump and wanton. She’d felt exactly the way he’d imagined. And more. So much more that foreboding crept into his unease. He felt as though he would betray Niya if he allowed this to go any further.
The smoke began to clear. Her eyes grew more aware. Abruptly she stepped back.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t know what made me do that.” Angelina Jolie lips...tight pants...braless breasts...
“Uh...how about a movie?”
“Sure.” A really loud, action-packed movie with no sex in it.