“But I pray that you don’t leave. I pray that you will find it in your heart to accept why I acted the way I did. I can’t ask for forgiveness, because in all honesty, I’m not sure I would act any different if I had an opportunity to do it over.”
He walked closer and took her hand in his. His thumb stroked her palm, heating her blood with the soft caress.
“We were happy four years ago and we loved each other. So much so that we wanted to share our lives with each other forever. What happened … happened. None of us can go back and undo it. But I want us to go forward from here … or try to. I love our children, Savannah. So much, it hurts. I can’t live apart from them. I don’t want to live apart from them, not even a few blocks.”
“What … are you saying, Tristan? I told you I would never take them from you again.”
“We … you and I … need to start over again, from scratch. We owe it to the twins, to ourselves. We need to try and see if we could be a family together. We need to see if there is more than just lust and passion left between us. More than just the kids holding us together. They can’t be the glue that keeps us together, Savannah. There has to be more. I want us … need us, to see if we can find it again!”
“But I …”
“No, don’t. I don’t want you to say or make a promise that I will always wonder about. We need to do this, Baby.”
“What exactly do you propose?”
“We need to get to know one another again. For the people that we are now. We need to see if we can build a future together as husband and wife. What you have seen … is not just because I was angry. It is how I have become. I am not the man I was years ago … I am not sure I will ever be again and you need to know that. ”
“There is more of him in you than you realize, Tristan.”
“Maybe, but I don’t feel it. As I said, I want you to move into the other room. I’ll take you on dates, we go on family outings … maybe a long weekend away, just you and I. But … we need to be honest with each other from this point forward … especially with our emotions and feelings. If we are not, we are wasting our time.”
He dropped her hand and turned to go and stand in front of the window again.
“Would you be willing to do this, Baby?”
“For how long?”
“I want to say as long as it takes, but if that is the case and it takes months, we might have lost what we had. Let’s give it two or three months. If we have not found each other by then … we’ll decide where to from there.”
“Okay, honey. Because it is something you need, I will do it.”
He swung to her, a frown on his brow.
“You don’t believe it is needed?”
“I … I’m just not sure …”
She wiggled on the chair, her face flushed, her nipples tingling under his direct glare.
“Savannah. Dammit, not sure about what?”
“That I would be able to go without you next to me in the bed at night … or … ehm … making love to you for three months.”
He visibly relaxed and a wicked grin turned around his lips.
“Well, Baby. Nothing stops you from seducing me when your need becomes too great.”
She frowned at him with obvious vexation on her face.
“Are you saying you would be able to?”
He walked closer and drew her up and against him. He gave her a lascivious, wet and open mouthed kiss.
“I have a lot to atone for, Baby. I will not make the first move or try and seduce you, except to kiss you. Even if it kills me! I will pray you don’t make us suffer too long!”
Savannah realized how serious he was to find a way to build a life with her. In this proposal, it was all about the two of them and falling in love all over again. She smiled and smoothed her hands over his broad muscled chest. She felt his shaft jerk to arousal against her stomach.
“Hmm … maybe it will do you good to be the one to suffer for a bit.”
Tristan did not appreciate the wicked look in her eyes. She drew a slow line of fire all the way down the middle of his chest to fold her hand around his swollen shaft. His breath hitched in his throat and he scowled at her. She stroked his hardness and licked her lips.
The next moment she was gone and walked with swaying hips towards the build-in cupboard. His shaft acknowledging the sensual movement by pressing hard against the zipper of his jeans. He groaned.
Damn, she was exquisite. How he was going to keep the promise he just made, he had no idea. He could never keep his hands from her … never. Not in the past, and most definitely not since her return.
“Oh, honey. I hope you don’t mind if I leave my clothes here. It would be silly to cart everything down the hall. I’ll just come and fetch what I need in the morning. Is that okay with you?”
Tristan glared at her and she opened her eyes widely innocent. She was up to something, it was clear in her eyes. He nodded and watched her pick up her handbag and swayed to the door.
What the hell? Did she always walk this sensually or was she aiming to drive me out of my mind?
Savannah was comfortable in her love for Tristan. So much so that she pushed his resolve to the limits over the next few weeks. She made a point of fetching her clothes wearing scant lingerie, a towel wrapped around her, and this morning, only a thong.
She was openly seductive whenever he was near, testing his commitment to building the foundation for their future, by finding each other again. So far he has passed the test, but he might need some dental work done soon. His teeth grinding might be causing some serious damage to his roots!
Tristan delivered on all he promised. He took her on dates. The one more romantic than the other. The first few were somewhat stifled as both of them were unsure how to suddenly act towards the other. After that it changed. Tristan’s natural charm burst from his enforced grumpiness of the past four years. They talked, they laughed and they connected. They spent hours on the dance floor and Savannah treasured those times in his arms.
The one promise she needed him to break was the one not to touch her. Oh, he gave her a sizzling passionate kiss every night at her bedroom door, but he always turned away and walked to his own. The past few kisses were wilder, more sensual, his rising need transposed with every flick of his tongue against hers.
When a large bunch of red roses were delivered early afternoon, Savannah smiled as she buried her nose in their fragrant petals. She sighed in frustration when she read the note.
I booked a table for us on the Hudson Ferry. Wear your dancing shoes, Baby. I’ll send a car to pick you up.
Damn the man! She would not survive another night dancing in his arms only to be left at her door with a kiss promising pleasure! She was sorely tempted to ignore his invitation and not get ready, but relented in the end. She knew they found each other. They already did within the second week of this drawn out process he was adamant to fulfill! It has been two months and she was going crazy!
Reaching a decision, she packed an overnight bag for the twins and took Hetta and them to spend the night with her future-in-laws. He might not have admitted it, but they were meant to be together. It was time he acknowledged it. Tonight, she would make sure he did.
Tristan was waiting for her at the jetty when David, the chauffer, opened the door for her and she slid her legs to the ground. She unfolded from the seat and straightened slowly, smiling at the dumbfounded young man, who could not keep his eyes from her legs and then her straining breasts, against the top of her very tight figure hugging mini.
“David! If you want to continue working for me, you better snap those eyes somewhere else!”
“Yes Boss. Sorry Boss! But you look hot, Mrs. Boss!”
“David! Snap out of it!”
“Yes Boss!”
Savannah’s tingling chuckle shot directly to his groin and when David at long last moved out of the way, all the blood in his upper body shot in one direction, south. His shaft fully aroused and bloody harder than the s
teel beams of the jetty! His breath whizzed out of his lungs and he stared at her. She was temptation wrapped up in a tight purple mini dress, leaving the majority of her legs and the top of her breasts bare. He gulped, scowling at her crotch, which he was sure was barely covered and would be noticeable when she sat down.
He walked closer and glared at her, his eyes hot and annoyed at the same time.
“This Savannah,” and he gestured down her body, “Is totally unacceptable! There is not a man on that damn ferry that would not be ogling your legs and bloody boobs the whole night long!”
With her hands on her hips and her ‘boobs’ pressed forward she smiled at him seductively. He nearly swallowed his tongue.
“As long as you ogle along with them, I don’t mind, honey.”
“Well, I sure as hell do! I thought we were going to dance and relax tonight!”
“But we are!”
“No, woman! We are not! I would be too scared to take you on the dance floor, because I am fairly certain, the minute you lift your arms, your damn ass would be bared as well! And relax! With all those men wishing they could taste those delicious boobs of yours that are barely staying inside that dress! What did you do? Go and buy a dress two sizes too small!”
“Honey relax! I bought and wore it especially for you. Don’t you like it?”
“No. I don’t like it. This is not the type of dress a mother should be wearing!”
Except if he got to tear it off her body to get the release from his massive and painful erection the damn dress caused in the first place!
He grabbed her elbow and walked her onto the ferry, trying to keep her hidden behind his massive body. Savannah tried to keep her smile hidden as well, but she was elated at his obvious possessive and jealous reaction. Maybe there was hope for him still! She waited until he had her seated with her back against the window and him next to her, blocking her effectively from the burning eyes she felt on her all the way to the table.
“I’ll have you know, Tristan Wade, mothers are not hiding behind their kids wearing wide skirts and pastels anymore. We are women first and foremost. Don’t you ever forget that, mister!”
“Hell, there is no chance of that, woman!”
“I wouldn’t have guessed,” she mumbled around the glass she was sipping some wine from.
“What was that, Baby?”
“Nothing.”
But Tristan heard her well enough and his smile widened. His irritation at her sexy dress forgotten.
“Are you suffering just a tiny bit, Baby?”
She scowled at him. Pretty sure he damn well knew she was! She did not have a job that kept her mind busy for ten hours a day like he did! She smiled and laid her hand on his thigh. She stroked the inside of his leg and felt his muscles jump. The way he sat were ideal to torment him. No one was able to see what she did.
“Hmm … not so much.”
Her hand followed his tightened thigh muscle and stroked slowly to the center of his pants. His whole body stiffened and his hand tightened around the stem of the wineglass. She leaned over and gently tugged the glass from his fingers. He frowned at her.
“We don’t want you to hurt yourself, honey.”
“So, you did not suffer even a little bit?”
“Hm hmm. I’ve been masturbating and I bought a vibrator last wee …”
“YOU WHAT!”
“Shhh!”
He did not even glance around, but continued to glare at her. He gasped when her wicked fingers found his straining shaft and closed around its width to stroke it with slow sensuality. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. He rasped through his teeth.
“If you don’t want me to rip that damn dress off your body and lay you open, to claim you right this moment in front of this whole restaurant, Baby. I suggest you remove your hand!”
Savannah sighed with heavy pretense and slowly pulled her hand from his groin to his thigh. He opened his eyes and glared at her, clasping his hand around hers on his thigh.
“I sincerely trust I misunderstood you just now, Savannah. I do not have a problem with you masturbating when I am not around, but if you bought a vibrator, I am going to be seriously pissed off!”
“Tristan!”
“Don’t Tristan me!”
“Well, what else was I supposed to do? You surely showed no interest!”
His hand tightened around hers and she winced.
“What did you do for four years?”
“Masturbated.”
“So? Why do you need a vibrator all of a sudden?”
The arrival of the waiter with their main course saved her from having to answer. Her smile trembled softly around her lips. She tried to pull her hand from his, but he refused to let go. She looked at him and smiled when he still scowled at her.
“I am waiting.”
“Our food is getting cold.”
“Then best you answer me.”
“Well … I … you … we that is I need more than just … you know …”
His eyebrows rose, but he refused to relent and she sighed.
“Oh very well! Clitoral climax is not as satisfying as when we make love! I guess I’ve gotten used to it, so … therefore the vibrator!”
“Is it a vibrator or a dildo?”
“Tristan!”
“Dammit woman! Just answer me!”
“It is a vibrator.”
“I am warning you. Buy a dildo and I am going to whip your ass so you can’t sit for a month!”
Chapter Fourteen
The rest of the meal was torture. Tristan worrying all the while she was going to pop out of her dress. He kept glancing at her chest and he swore she wiggled her boobs every time he did. When the waiter offered them the dessert menu he declined. He escorted a complaining Savannah to his SUV and literally lifted her on the seat.
She scowled at him when they reached the freeway.
“I thought we were going to dance?”
“Then you should have worn a dress that covered your ass!”
“My dress covers my ass more than adequately I’ll have you know!”
Tristan just grunted and brooded all the way home. He pulled the car into the garage and followed her inside after he made sure everything was locked up and armed outside.
Savannah fetched a bottle of mineral water from the fridge and bent over to remove her shoes. She pretended not to hear his drawn in breath. She was relatively sure the view he just got gave proof to his claim that her dress did not cover her ass!
She walked back towards the stairs and hesitated when she reached him. She looped her arms laden with her shoes and the water around his neck and pulled his head down. Their lips met and true to his nightly ritual he kissed her with heated passion.
“Goodnight, honey. Oh, I nearly forgot. The twins are at your parent’s. They came to fetch them this afternoon. Said they miss them too much.”
She turned and disappeared up the stairs. Tristan closed his eyes and he cursed. His hands were balled into tight fists.
The twins were at his parents!
They were alone in the house!
She bought a damn vibrator!
Instead of hitting a cold shower he headed for the pool and nearly ripped his shirt off, he was that desperate to cool his body down. He dove into the pool buck naked and stayed under until his lungs nearly burst. He kicked to the surface and swam a few lengths before he turned on his back. He floated and felt his tightened muscles relax.
He looked up to the softly lit room on the second floor. Savannah came into view and he nearly swallowed the whole pool! She was naked and walked slowly from the bathroom towards her dressing table which he had a full view of. She sat down and slowly started brushing her hair. He cursed when he felt his shaft slowly rise again with each bob of her breasts as she ran the brush through her hair.
He dove to the bottom of the pool again and swam back and forth a few times, only coming up to take a breath before diving down again. He got out of the pool, r
efusing to look towards the inviting window and used his shirt to dry himself.
Savannah smiled when she heard him leave the pool and kept her ears pitched until she heard him walk into his room. She opened her bedside drawer and took out the still wrapped vibrator she bought that afternoon. She quickly took it out of the packaging and trotted naked to his room, hoping he was in the shower.
He was indeed and she quickly folded the bedding down, switched the bedside lamps on and the main light off. She placed the vibrator out of view on the bedside table. She laid down on her side, with her head resting on her hand and waited.
Tristan walked out of the bathroom naked drying his hair with a small towel. He stepped directly towards the balcony doors and slid them open. He stared to sea for a while before he returned the towel to the bathroom. He switched the light off as he returned and started walking to the bed. He was halfway there before his eyes lifted and he froze. His body turned to stone, with the exception of his bloody dick that shot to full erection within a blink of his eyes.
He watched her eyes drop leisurely down to the throbbing member and a small smile formed around her lips. Her eyes travelled higher over his abs, his wide shoulders and their eyes met. He could still not move. She looked like a goddess, a sensual goddess that was driving him insane.
She was lying on her side, her head resting on her hand, her other arm rested on her hip. Her hair fell softly over her shoulder to cover her breasts, but they pebbled under his gaze and tightened to peek through the tresses.
“Hi honey.”
“What … harrumph … are you doing here?”
He had to clear his voice to get the words past his dry throat.
Savannah shrugged and her breasts jiggled. His shaft jumped in reaction.
“It is still early, I thought we could chat a little.”
“Chat? You want to chat?”
“Yes, don’t you?”
“Not with you lying there bloody naked!”
“Oh, okay. Well … then …”
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