The Durango Affair - Brenda Jackson [46]
Savannah smiled, adjusting her body to the intimate fit of his. “If you really believe that then who am I to argue? You definitely won’t hear a peep out of me.”
A sexy, amused chuckle rumpled from his lips. “Let’s just see about that because I like the noises you make,” he said, remembering the sounds she had made the last time they had come together.
He began moving, a slow pace, needing to feel himself thrusting deep inside her, needing to arouse even further that feminine hunger within her that he longed to release. He wanted to stir it up, whisk it to a level it had never been before and then give her what they both needed. He wanted her hungry for him, starving for him, desperate for him.
Durango refused to let her hold back on anything with him, especially his need to become one with her. His desire became even more feverish from the rhythmic movements of Savannah’s hips.
He wanted it all and more than anything he needed to hear her express her satisfaction. And with that goal in mind, he continued to move against her, sliding back and forth, stroking in and out between her legs, letting her feel the workings of his solid shaft within her as his hand lifted her hips for better contact, more intense pleasure. Several times his body nearly shuddered with the force of his own release but he found the strength to hold back, keep himself in check.
But the moment Savannah cried out in ecstasy, and he felt her body tighten around his, using every feminine muscle she possessed to aggressively claim what she wanted, he gave in and succumbed to his powerful release that pushed him over the edge.
And when he leaned down and captured her mouth, clung to it, devoured it like a starving man, he tightened his arms and legs around her, tilted her body at an angle that would increase their pleasure. Durango knew at that moment if he lived to be a hundred years old, he would only find this degree of pleasure here, in Savannah’s arms.
He was forced to admit that only with this woman could he claim complete sexual fulfillment. Only with her.
Ten
D urango shook his head as he raised his eyes to the ceiling. He and Savannah had returned to his ranch that morning and he had decided to wait until late afternoon to make the call to his family.
“Yes, Mom, I’m telling you the truth. I got married on Friday, and yes, I married Jessica’s sister, Savannah.”
He gazed across the room at Savannah, who was walking out of the bathroom. She had just showered and was wearing a beautiful blue silk bathrobe. A towel was wrapped around her head because she’d also washed her hair.
“Mom, Savannah and I eloped and got married in Lake Tahoe. Ian knew about it but I swore him to secrecy, so he was right not to tell you.”
He nodded moments later. “Yes, it’s okay for you and Savannah’s mom to get together and plan a reception, but I’ll have to get back to you and let you know when we can come to Atlanta. It won’t be for another three to four weeks.”
After a few moments of nodding, he then said, “Savannah and I met at Chase’s wedding, fell in love and decided to get married quietly. Without any hoopla,” he tacked on, borrowing Savannah’s words.
He turned and watched as she removed the towel from her head, and he saw how the mass of dark, curly hair tumbled around her shoulders. He watched as she lifted her arms and began drying her hair. Doing so stretched her silk robe, showing off her generous curves. There was something about watching her dry her hair that was a total turn-on. He hoped it had nothing to do with the fact that this was his bedroom and she looked so damn good in it. Even her clothes that were hanging next to his in the closet looked right.
He frowned, not liking the thought of that. And then he cleared his throat, trying to concentrate on what his mother was saying. “Yes, Mom, you can tell the rest of the family, and yes, Savannah is here. Would you like to speak with her?” he asked, eager