Breathe Again by Rachel Brookes Page B

full of loose women, booze, and jumping from one bed to another. But that was until Savannah had crashed into my world and made me believe that I could have a different future. Now all I wanted was to run away with her to a chapel in Vegas and put a ring on her finger, buy her our dream house, and spend our days filling it with memories.
    The shrill of my phone barreled through the air, and both Sav and I jumped. Who the hell was calling me at this time? ‘Security’ flashed on the screen and I cursed under my breath. “I have to take this.” I held up my phone. “We aren’t finished here though Sav so get ready for me.”
    After walking through the apartment in complete darkness after being on the phone for twenty minutes while someone walked through Red Velvet and found nothing, my frustration levels were through the roof and all I wanted was to be in bed. As I stepped through the bedroom doors, I sighed at the sight before me. Savannah lay curled up on my side of the bed, back to hugging my pillow and being sound asleep. She hadn’t dressed and was wearing her panties, the rest of her body exposed. I laughed softly to myself and undressed, slipping in beside her.
    She rolled towards me and snuggled in close to my chest. “I fell asleep,” she muttered against my skin.
    I wrapped my arm around her. “Go back to sleep.”
    Lifting her head from my chest, she opened her eyes and gazed at me. “I love you, Mr. Connors.”
    And at that moment, I knew she would definitely become Mrs. Connors one day.

Savannah
    M Y BODY was his temple, and boy, was I enjoying every second of it. After the events of the night before and then him finally allowing me to satisfy him in the early hours of this morning, I was ready to take on whatever Chelsea could throw at me today. Even though he wasn’t going to be with me, I sure as hell made it so I could feel him deep within me, and now my body was deliciously achy in all the right places.
    Pulling a brush through my hair, I looked in the mirror and smiled at Tate as his body filled the bathroom behind me. His hair was all over the place, his eyes puffy from sleep, and the stubble I adored graced his perfect jaw. The man was pure sex.
    “Hey.” He kissed my shoulder softly, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me close to his chest as he nuzzled his face into my neck.
    “Will you be at the club today?” I asked, softly knowing that I had requested Jack run the event.
    “I’ll be locked away in my office with a pile of paperwork.” He kissed my jaw before nibbing on my ear. “But I’ll leave the door open for you.”
    “I’m working today, remember?”
    “A woman needs to have a break though, especially one carrying my prized cargo.”
    I laughed and fumbled through my makeup bag, looking for my favorite lip gloss and bronzer. Tate stayed glued to me, watching me in the mirror. “Are you going to stand there and watch me?” He simply nodded with a cheeky grin. “You could be making me vegemite, avocado, and cheese on toast for breakfast. You know, the person carrying your prized cargo is hungry.”
    His hands flew off my hips in protest as he began to violently shaking his head. “There is no way in hell I am going anywhere near that devil’s food. I still have nightmares about the taste.”
    “I hope your son or daughter loves it and asks you to make it for them all the time.”
    “You, Savannah Rae, are an evil bitch.” He winked at me as a short laugh escaped his throat.
    “I may be an evil bitch, but god I rocked your world this morning.”
    “Oh, and you are cocky.” He took a step towards the shower before looking back at me. “Yes you did rock my world. Pregnancy certainly is befitting of you and your pussy.”
    My mouth dropped open in shock at his blatant honesty. “Tate!”
    “Savannah!” Tate mocked.
    We stared at each other in amusement as I desperately tried to stop the smile that was pulling and begging to be unleashed on my lips.