CHAPTER 20
The next few weeks passed by in the same sort of careful avoidance. They continued to sleep together in Cole’s bed each night, but other than the cuddling, nothing physical had happened. Cole was sure Savannah had no idea how badly he wanted her; especially when she walked that fine little panty-clad ass around in front of him, or emerged from his bathroom only wearing a towel, still damp and pink from the shower. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to pick her up, strip her of the towel, and pound into her again and again until he came.
The littlest things were starting to set him off and he was pleasuring himself more than he had since he was a teenager Yet it brought little relief to the pent up desire he harbored for her. But he wouldn’t f*ck her. She deserved so much more than he was prepared to offer.
Even with the daily temptations, the weeks had passed by quickly. Savannah had graduated from her driving course, and last Saturday he’d taken her to get her license.
After picking out a car for Savannah — a year old silver sedan that he was able to negotiate down in price—Cole signed the paperwork and wrote out a check for the down-payment. The car was nothing fancy, but you wouldn’t know that by looking at Savannah. After finishing up inside, he found her still sitting in the driver’s seat, inspecting every inch of the car — flipping on the headlights, opening and closing the various compartments as if it was the most magnificent thing she’d ever seen.
She peered at Cole as he approached the open driver’s side door. “Do you like it?” he asked, even though it was obvious she did.
“I don’t just like it. This is love.” She ran her hand gently across the dash.
“Good. Because you’ve got to drive it home.”
Her eyes filled with gratitude and she nodded. “Can we stop on the way home and go out to lunch? Sort of a mini celebration?”
Cole glanced at his watch. “Actually…I have somewhere I need to go.”
She frowned and fiddled with the keys. “Oh, right…it’s Sunday.”
He nodded wordlessly, his mouth going dry. He’d been waiting for her to ask about where he went every Sunday, but so far she hadn’t. And there was no way he was offering that information up voluntarily. Savannah didn’t say anything else; she just pulled the door closed of her little silver sedan and started the engine.
Cole climbed into his SUV and adjusted his rear-view mirror so he could look back at Savannah. She looked so small sitting in the car, her head poking above the steering wheel. A pang of nervous panic hit him like a wave. He would figure all this out. He had to. But first he needed to go see his ex. He gripped the steering wheel and left the parking lot.