Then she leaned forward and placed her cool lips to mine in a sweet kiss.
Her wild berry scent curled around my senses, and I tilted my head, breathed her in and then took her mouth in a deep kiss. She was tentative at first, unlike our kiss on the plane, but the moment her tongue touched mine, I couldn’t help but groan and press closer, growling into her mouth wantonly. Her responding mewl sounded like a kitten pleased that she’d gotten her cream.
For minutes, hours, forever it seemed, the kiss went on and on. The car was fogged up from our heavy, heated breaths, and I ran my hand down the back of her jacket to her waist where I could tease the bare skin I found there. I snuck both hands under her shirt, and she arched against my chest, trying to get closer as buttery soft skin teased across my fingertips. I moaned into her mouth, biting down on her bottom lip as her hands fisted in my hair.
I ripped my mouth away and sank my teeth into the column of her neck, tasting her skin voraciously while sliding my hands up the front of her shirt and cupping her breasts. She had been gifted with far more than a handful, generously filling even my giant paws curving around each lace-covered globe.
I ran my thumbs over her nipples through the fabric, and she gasped and cried out, so I did it again and again. She was vibrating with need, her skin flushed as I ran my tongue down her skin to the scoop neck of her shirt. Her breasts were heaving, plump in my hands as I lifted them and tongued between the fleshy bits not covered by her undergarment.
Things were getting out of hand and a little wild when a loud knock banged against the car window.
Savannah screamed and clung to me, crushing my hands to her breasts while looking over her shoulder.
Two individuals stood next to the car, my mom’s blonde locks glistening off the garage lighting as she waved.
I removed my hands and rested my head against Savannah’s shoulder as the laughter took over.
“It’s my parents, elskede. They must have been overly excited to see my car come up the drive. Come, let’s meet them.” I kissed her forehead, discreetly removed my hands from underneath her shirt, then turned and shoved open the car door. I made my way out and around the boot of the car before my mother tackled me in a hug.
“Min s?nn!” My son! my mother exclaimed as she tucked her head to my chest. “You have been missed,” she continued in Norwegian.
“S?nn.” My father approached, his deep kind voice a balm over the chaos that had been the last few days. “Velkommen hjem.” Welcome home, he said as he cleared his throat, his words carrying a note of deeper emotion within them.
I let my mother go and embraced my father. He slapped me on the back several times and squeezed my shoulder, showing his love physically as further words escaped him.
It had been a while since I’d been home. Almost six months. I knew they worried relentlessly about their only child, but they respected my need to go off on my own path of discovery. To find myself and my purpose once again. And that path had led me to Savannah.
Speaking of… I released my parents and turned around to find my beauty standing by the side of the vehicle looking a little lost and out of place but still unearthly beautiful.
I moved the few steps it took to get to her and curved my arm around her. “Mother, Father, I have someone I’d like you to meet.”
My mother’s entire face lit up as though God himself had sent a golden ray of sunlight down from the Heavens and made her glow. She brought both her hands to prayer position and rested them against her lips.
“This is my fiancée, Savannah McAllister. Savannah, these are my parents, Henrik and Irene Johansen.” I smiled widely, but that was nothing compared to seeing my mother’s extreme joy as she jumped up into the air and clapped her hands. My mother had just gotten every wish and dream come true she’d ever wanted, save for future grandchildren. Though seeing and meeting Savannah would put that dream right back on the table.
“Gratulerer, s?nn!” My father said congratulations as my mother ran toward us. She pulled Savannah into her arms and spoke rapid-fire Norwegian about how happy she was. How pretty Savannah was. How she couldn’t wait to get to know her.
“Mother, slow down.” I chuckled. “Savannah is American. She speaks English.” I laughed as Savannah hugged my mother her face pale as a ghost.
My mother backed up, still holding on to my girl. “Then I shall teach her Norwegian, ja?”
Savannah grinned. “Ja. Yes! I know that one!”
“See, she’s already learning. My daughter-in-law is smart. I can already tell.” She hooked her arm around Savannah’s waist and directed them toward the house. “Come, skatt, you’ll want to get a warm drink and sit by the fire. I’ll bring out some food. We want to hear everything. Don’t we, Henrik?” she gushed as she dragged Savannah away from me.