Today, it’s just about Ryder and no one else.
Let’s face it, if anything on earth can take my mind off my entire life, it's sexy Ryder St. James.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
RYDER
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I pull up outside Savannah's front door and rest my arm on the steering wheel. The tattoos on my arm remind me of where I’ve come from and who she is.
A movie star.
One of the most popular women in the world right now.
Last night, I turned on the TV to stop thinking about her, and twenty minutes later her movie was promoted. Images of her beautiful face filled the screen, and I just shook my head.
Well, that and did finger guns at Nick’s face.
Then I got obsessed, wondering if the two of them have slept together. I don’t think so, but for a moment I had to tamper down my fury.
If I have my way, he will never touch her for real again.
Today I’m not worried about him.
I’ve made plans.
For a moment, doubts plow through me. I know Savannah is as sexually needy for me as I am for her, but I might have gone too far with my plans. We aren’t dating.
I don’t even know why I’ve done it, only that... fuck, I just wanted to. I want to see her smile and feel seen and appreciated.
Cared for.
Climbing out, I slide my sunglasses onto my head and stride toward the front door.
I knock.
“You have a key,” Savannah says when she opens the door. Heat fills her eyes as they roam the length of my body.
I step in.
Close the door and take her in my arms.
“I know,” I say before my mouth takes hers as I tip her backward.
Goddamn, she tastes incredible.
And looks sexy as hell.
It took seconds for me to appreciate the blue jeans and a crisp white cotton shirt which is unbuttoned to the bottom of her white lacy bra before stealing her lips.
“You smell nice,” she purrs up at me when I lift my lips off hers.
I let out a growl in response and notice her feet are bare. How am I turned on by her little toes?
But I am.
I slide my fingers through her long dark hair, which is freshly washed and falling around her shoulders in big waves.
