Within minutes, her breathing evened out, and she drifted into sleep, safe in the arms of the man who both frustrated and consumed her.
Theo woke first, his senses sharpening even before his eyes opened. The familiar scent of her skin—warm, feminine, intoxicating—filled his lungs, stirring something deep inside him. When he finally opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Savannah, still wrapped in sleep, her dark lashes fanning against flushed cheeks, her lips slightly parted as she breathed evenly.
A slow smile curved his lips.
He had shared nights with countless women, had known the heat of passion, but never had he stayed. Not even with Clover. He had always left before the first light of dawn, before they could wake and look at him with expectations he could never fulfill.
But this one,
