In the mirror, Dylan wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly against his chest.
What made her blush even more was that she found herself submitted and resigned in his arms like water.
He leaned down and gently kissed around her ear and down her neck, whispering, "don't run away as soon as I come."
The heat of his lips and his breathing was stifling and overpowering. Savannah tried to control her nerves with a new subject, "why do you come here tonight?"
"Dad said he wanted to talk to me." He replied distractedly.
"Oh... Then go and talk to your father. Don't keep him waiting." She was sure that the man came straight to her room and had not yet come to old Sterling.
"No hurry." He was displeased when driven away by the little woman.
"Didn't you ask me to go to bed early... I have to take a shower first. Let me go..." She said as she tried to stop his hand from sliding into her nightdress.
