“I am. You’re too much trouble,” Savannah retorted, though her voice lacked conviction.
Theo’s lips brushed the sensitive spot just behind her ear, sending a shiver through her. One of his hands flattened against her stomach, his fingers splaying wide as he gently but firmly urged her back against him. The heat of his body seeped into hers, and she couldn’t ignore the evidence of his arousal—his c**k, hard and thick, pressing against the small of her back.
“Turn around and say good-bye,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with something dangerous.
Her chest tightened, disappointment and regret swirling in her gut as she obeyed, pivoting in his grip. She sagged against the door, letting the cool surface soothe her heated skin.
Theo loomed over her, his tall frame curved protectively a
