"Excuse me!" Her tone was indignant, but her eyes sparkled with amus.e.m.e.nt. "I am a girl, in case you hadn't noticed."

"Oh, I noticed all right." His voice dropped to a husky growl. "From the very first moment I saw you, I noticed." He held her gaze. She blushed and lowered her gaze to her lap.

Patches of crimson stole across her face. He was filled with tender delight. "I love it when your cheeks go all rosy. It reminds me of how you look when you climax."

"Oh!" Her cheeks turned even brighter, like a blowtorch had been applied to them. "Will, please, don't."

"Please, don't what?" he murmured. "Please don't remind you about the mind-blowing s.e.x we shared? Please don't remind you of the sighs you made when I kissed you behind the ear or licked your nipple or when I sucked-"

"Will, please!" She grabbed his arm. "I didn't ask you to meet me to talk about this. I-"

"That's bulls.h.i.t, and you know it. Come on, Savannah, it doesn't take a genius to work out why you suggested we meet here. Of course you wanted to discuss this attraction between us, or you would have asked me to meet you at a bar downtown. There are only about a hundred others you could have chosen."

He pitched his voice lower. "Now, are we going to be adult about this, or am I going to have to take you upstairs again and f.u.c.k you silly before you see sense? I'm beginning to think that's the only language you understand."

He turned back to the bar. "A Kahlua and milk, thanks-with plenty of ice." He gave the order to the barman without drawing breath.

Belatedly, Savannah noticed the barman hovering nearby and realized he'd overheard everything. Her eyes widened in embarra.s.sment and she turned her face away. When the barman took his leave, she reluctantly turned back to Will and flashed him a sheepish grin.

"Okay, okay." She raised her hands in mock surrender. "I admit it, you're right. I was hoping if we met at the Hilton, you'd remember when we were here last." Her voice dropped to a husky murmur. "To be honest, I haven't been able to get it out of my mind. I even hoped-"

She stopped, as if unsure whether to continue. Will held her gaze. His heart thumped hard. He silently urged her to continue. She stared up at him, her eyes dark with emotion. Need uncoiled inside him.

"You were hoping...?" he prompted.

"Uh, um... I..." She stumbled over her words as if overcome with shyness and her gaze fell to the scrunched-up fists in her lap.

"Savannah, look at me."

After a moment, she met his gaze.

"Let's give the Hilton a miss and go to my place. It's right over the Bridge at Kirribilli. We'll be able to...talk without interruption."

Her face turned crimson, but her gaze didn't stray from his. Desire turned her green eyes to emerald. His c.o.c.k immediately reacted.

All of a sudden, his condominium seemed too far away. He lifted her hands to his lips and pressed kisses across her knuckles. It wasn't enough. Leaning forward, he kissed her on the lips.

Sparks of heat and fire ignited inside him. He increased the pressure and slanted his mouth, taking all that she offered, loving the feel of her mouth against his.

She kissed him back. Her hand came to rest on his chest and caressed him through his shirt. A pulse fluttered rapidly against the soft skin of her neck. The sweetness of her lips nearly undid him. His c.o.c.k strained against his pants. He wanted to take her there and then and slake his incredible need for her. Winding his arms around her, he tugged her off the barstool and pulled her in tightly against him. His lips found hers again.

"Ah hm." The barman had returned. He placed Savannah's drink in front of them. "That'll be eight dollars fifty, when you're ready," he grinned.

Will reluctantly dropped his arms to his sides and moved slightly away, pleased to see Savannah's breath came as fast as his. He tugged a twenty from his wallet and handed it over. "Keep the change."

The barman accepted the money and nodded his thanks. "By the way," he said. "I'm not sure if you noticed, but this is a hotel. We have rooms upstairs-pretty good ones too...so I've heard."

Savannah ducked her head in embarra.s.sment, but Will only laughed. "Thanks, mate. We might take you up on that."

The bartender winked. "You two have a good night."

"Oh, you can bet on it." Will threw Savannah a cheeky grin. She smiled back at him and picked up her drink. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. Batting her eyes at him seductively, she took a sip of the creamy concoction.

He burst out laughing. "Lucky I already know how good you are in bed, Red, or you might have found yourself on your own tonight. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but your seduction routine needs a bit of work."

"Really? It sure as h.e.l.l worked on you the first time."

A fresh rush of hormones centered themselves in his groin. "You'd better hurry up and finish that drink. It's time we got out of here." In a couple of quick gulps, he emptied his gla.s.s and set it down. She finished hers just as quickly.

Will put his arm around her shoulders and drew her close. "Let's go home," he smiled. Together, they walked up the stairs and outside into the still, warm evening.

"Wow, this is some view you have here." Savannah took in the one hundred and eighty degree view of Sydney Harbour from inside Will's condominium. The view wasn't the only thing that was impressive.

Her entire unit could have fit inside his open-plan kitchen/dining/living room. A sixty-inch flat screen TV was mounted on the far wall and sophisticated stereo equipment stood discreetly in one corner. A fully stocked wet bar was situated in another corner, adjacent to the kitchen. A dark cedar, rectangular dining table that seated twelve stood near the double sliding gla.s.s doors that led onto a wide balcony.

Will had already given her a tour of the three s.p.a.cious bedrooms, each with their own bathroom and gorgeous view of the harbor. A separate laundry completed the s.p.a.ce. The color scheme in the condominium was a neutral pale gray with glossy white trims. Bold splashes of color had been added in the form of several original Pro Hart paintings which hung on the walls of the dining room. A burnt-orange modular leather sofa, big enough to seat a football team, complemented the artwork. The sofa curved seductively in front of the plate gla.s.s, floor-to-ceiling windows, taking maximum advantage of the view.

Savannah collected the gla.s.s of wine Will had poured for her earlier and headed out to join him on the balcony. He glanced up at her almost shyly from his position in one of the white cane deck chairs. "What do you think?"

She slid the gla.s.s door closed behind her and took the adjoining chair. His opened bottle of beer rested on the ceramic-tiled top of the matching cane table that stood between them.

"What do I think?" She shook her head, almost lost for words. "It's totally and utterly amazing. It's huge! I've never been in a condominium this big before. And the view is spectacular. How do you drag yourself away from all this every day and go to work?"

He gazed out over the balcony at the lights which twinkled around the sh.o.r.eline. "Yeah, it's a great spot, for sure."

She sat her gla.s.s on the table and leaned forward. "How long have you lived here?"

"Nearly six months." He hesitated. "I bought it right after my brother died."

She remained silent, remembering the conversation they'd had about his brother-among other things-a couple of nights before.

"It's okay, Savannah. Really. Cole did what he had to do. I might still be angry at myself for not seeing how close to the edge he was, but the saner part of me knows he made the decision all on his own. Dad and I both tried to get him help. Short of an actual intervention, there wasn't anything we could have done." His lips compressed. "Of course, knowing how it ended, we should have done just that."

"We're all geniuses with the aid of hindsight," she murmured, wanting to remove the shadows from his eyes.

"Yeah. That's what I told Dad. At least, I tried to. He took it hard."

"What about your mother?"

His eyes turned cobalt with emotion. "Mom died during childbirth. They couldn't stop the bleeding."

Savannah bit back a gasp of surprise, unable to believe the pain Will had experienced over the course of his life. With nothing more to offer than meaningless plat.i.tudes, she remained silent.

Will drew in a deep breath and exhaled. "Dad has always lived in the eastern suburbs. After Cole's death, I had to get away from that side of town." He lifted a shoulder in a slight shrug. "So, I bought here, in Kirribilli. Every time I leave work and I'm heading for home, I turn north. It's kind of like turning my back on it all and moving forward." He averted his gaze, appearing a little embarra.s.sed. "At least, I hope I'm moving forward. It sounds silly, I know."

Tenderness surged through her. "It doesn't sound silly at all and I know exactly what you mean." She moved her chair closer and stroked him gently on his stubble-roughened cheek.

He caught her hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her fingers. "I think you really do."

He moved his head until his lips were inches from hers. Moments later, there was no distance between them at all. His lips moved hungrily over the lush softness of her mouth and he groaned.

Her arms went around his neck and he deepened the kiss. She opened her mouth to his probing tongue. It swept inside and tasted her, loving her. He took her hand and pressed it against his erection.

"Let's go inside," he said huskily.

Will lifted Savannah into his arms and strode across the balcony. Her heart pounded in antic.i.p.ation of what was to come. Opening the sliding gla.s.s door with his foot, he closed it behind them and carried her down the dimly lit hall. In what seemed like only a few seconds, he placed her gently on a king-sized bed with a carved headboard made of some kind of rich, dark wood. He lay down beside her and gathered her into his arms.

Kissing her with renewed pa.s.sion, he rolled her onto her back without breaking contact with her lips. His arousal pressed against her stomach. She burned with need. Every part of her body reacted to his touch. She wanted him. She needed him. She couldn't wait another second.

With urgent hands, she undid his shirt, the small b.u.t.tons playing havoc with her clumsy fingers. With a groan of frustration, she threw caution to the wind. Grasping both sides of his partially opened shirt front, she pulled them apart with an almighty heave. The b.u.t.tons popped off and flew across the bed. She gasped in satisfaction. Smoothing the fabric open, her fingers at last found his bare, tanned skin. She sighed in relief.

"Lucky I didn't wear my favorite shirt this morning." His murmur was just below her ear. He dropped another kiss along the side of her neck.

"To h.e.l.l with the shirt." She grinned. "I'm sure you can afford another."

"Cheeky girl." He grinned back at her. "Now, it's my turn."

Before she realized what he was up to, Will pulled the ends of her blouse out of her skirt and tore it open with a single, sharp tug. More b.u.t.tons went flying. She couldn't help but lament the loss.

"Hey, that was one of my favorite shirts." She slapped at his hands playfully.

He shrugged. "So, I'll buy you another one. Or ten. Or fifty." He grinned unashamedly.

She punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Now who's being cheeky?"

"Enough, woman," he growled. "You still have way too many clothes on."

"I could say the same thing about you." Reaching down, she undid the b.u.t.ton on his suit pants and eased the zipper down. Running her hand over the satin of his boxer shorts, she squeezed his c.o.c.k. She heard his sharp intake of breath and smiled with satisfaction.

"Easy, sweetheart. We're going to take this much slower than last time. Tonight, I want to taste every inch of you. I haven't been able to think of anything else since we were together at the hotel."

Savannah felt a rush of warmth at the endearment. Her heart was going to explode. She lifted her b.u.t.t and he slid her skirt down over her hips. She rolled over onto her side so he could tend to the clasps on her white, lacy bra.

Tossing the underwear to the floor, he stood and dropped his trousers. Her gaze drank in his body, from the impossibly broad shoulders that tapered into narrow hips, to the taut, flat planes of his stomach. Desire swept through her, leaving her tingling.

Stepping out of his boxers, he stood before her, proud and erect and again let her look her fill. She sat up on the bed and wriggled over to the edge.

"You're so beautiful," she breathed. She ran her hand lightly over his chest. Sc.r.a.ping his flat nipples with her fingernails, her hand wandered lower until she got to his c.o.c.k.

Will steeled himself, knowing he'd die if she didn't touch him soon. The blood pounded in his ears and even more insistently in his groin. When her hand finally encircled him, he gasped. She stroked and flexed in a rhythm that drove him crazy.

And then her hand was gone. It moved lower to wander lightly over his b.a.l.l.s, lifting and squeezing until he didn't think he could bear it any longer.

"Savannah." His voice was half plea, half groan.

"Shh." She opened her lips and took his c.o.c.k into her mouth. Sucking and licking, her hand mimicked the movements of her mouth along the lower end of his shaft. It was excruciating. It was unbearable. He couldn't get enough.

Grasping the back of her head, he lifted long red strands of hair away from her face so he could watch. Her small pink tongue darted out and licked the head of his c.o.c.k, dipping into his slit and sliding out again.

He didn't know how much more he could take. Gently pulling away from her, he stepped back. She looked up at him, her eyes fathomless, green pools of desire. He eased her down across the bed until she lay on her back. Climbing onto the bed beside her, he kneeled in front of her and worked the white lace panties down her slim hips before tossing them onto the floor to join the growing pile of discarded clothing.

Then he lowered his head and tasted her. Slowly at first, his tongue moved in lazy circles around her c.l.i.t. She raised her arms and took hold of the intricately carved cedar headboard as he did his best to drive her crazy with his mouth.

The stubble on his chin sc.r.a.ped along her aroused flesh and she gasped. His tongue stroked longer and deeper. Parting her with his fingers, he slid his tongue inside her moist center and laved her. He continued the rhythmic movement until she squirmed against him. She let go of the headboard and reached for him.

"Please." Her voice was a shivery whimper of need. "I'm going to come. I want to come with your c.o.c.k deep inside me. Please, Will. f.u.c.k me."

Listening to her words, Will knew he ought to be shocked. But he wasn't. Somehow, with her, the raunchy way they spoke to each other wasn't vulgar or disgusting. It was right.

If anything, his c.o.c.k grew larger, harder, thicker. She half-sat and reached down to encircle him with her fingers.

He moaned and pushed her back down onto the bed. Reaching for a condom in his nightstand, he quickly rolled it over his c.o.c.k and positioned himself in front of her. Spreading her legs wide with his knees, he eased into her warmth an inch at a time. She thrust her hips upwards, encouraging him to move faster.

"Easy does it, sweetheart. Don't be in such a hurry. We have all night."

She groaned in frustration. "I want you. I want to feel your c.o.c.k inside me. Now."

He plunged into her fiercely, forcing a gasp from her. "Yes," she breathed. Clinging tightly to his shoulders, she met his strong, rhythmic thrusts. "Yes, that's it. Don't stop, please don't stop."

"There's no way in h.e.l.l I'm going to stop, Red. You don't have to worry about that." His smile was strained as he fought for control.

With great deliberation, he slowed his pace and changed position, lifting her legs above his head. She moaned. He continued to thrust his c.o.c.k into her slippery center.

Her eyes were shut. Little whimpering noises of need escaped her compressed lips. Her head turned from side to side with increasing urgency. She was close.

"That's it, babe." He gritted his teeth and continued his rhythmic stroking. "That's it. Come for me, sweetheart. I want to see you come."

As if his words tipped her over the edge, Savannah cried out, clutching at him as the first pulses of her o.r.g.a.s.m caught up with her. Her inner muscles convulsed around him and it was all he could do not to bury his c.o.c.k deep inside her and seek his own release.

Instead, he slowed his rhythm once again and waited until her o.r.g.a.s.m was over. She gave a long, satisfied sigh and opened her eyes.

"Mm, not bad." A cheeky grin spread across her face. "Now, it's your turn."

With a low growl, Will surged into her, needing no further encouragement. Within minutes, he shuddered deep inside her.

Collapsing upon her, he breathed deeply and tried to regain his breath.

"You feel so good," he murmured, shifting his weight and pulling her in close beside him.

"You feel pretty good, too." Savannah smiled shyly up at him.

Will pressed a kiss against the softness of her hair and then moved over to once again tug open the drawer of his nightstand.