Savannah giggled as she drew away when his kiss fell on her neck, and his hand slipped into her dress.
She sensed his desire. He had been trying to draw her to the bed since he got better. Every time he came, he stuck like glue to her.
It seemed that he had completely recovered.
But now, she was not in the mood...
"Just a minute..." She raised her hand against his chest, gasping.
His eyes sank, but his movement didn't stop.
"A minute? Not a second… I can't wait to have you, baby." His low, husky voice whispered in her ear.
"I have something serious to ask you." She tugged his ear softly.
"Alright," He let her off and carried her to sit on his lap.
"I just saw the news that there was a suspect who escaped from the detention center in Milan, a teenager..." Savannah ventured.
Dylan nodded.
She took a sudden breath. "You... helped the boy to escape?"
Dylan stroked her hair gently.
