16
DANTE
“Showtime.”
Before Savanna could say anything else, I yanked her body to mine, claiming her lips with my mouth. I’d reach down and grab a handful of her ass, but a passionate kiss at the entrance to Mario’s was pushing it far enough for a would-be politician under the scrutiny of the public eye. It was a new role for me; my palms were sweating and my muscles tensed. With Savanna at my side, and that ring on her finger telling everyone she was mine, I felt invincible no matter what my nerves were trying to tell me.
Her goofy friend, Kate, practically skipped into the bar ahead of us. Thank God she was staying in the studio above Teresa’s bakery. I planned on making Savanna scream tonight.
She was driving me crazy. I’d tell myself to be less of s*x-crazed animal, then she’d wal
