Savannah had never been so soft when she was with Devin. She never said she loved him, and she never wanted his kiss or touch. She beca his girlfriend only because they had a marriage agreent, but she nodded to beco Dylan's wife because she didn't want to leave him because she loved him.
Did he actually propose to her? And she said yes? She still couldn't believe it.
So, in a few days, was she really going to be Mrs. Sterling?
Dylan's other hand trailed up from her waist and up to her breast. Savannah inhaled sharply as his fingers encircled them and started kneading gently.
"I want you now," Dylan whispered in her ear and very gently grazed her earlobe with his teeth.
His phone rang, interrupting the morning sex.
"Shit!" Dylan frowned and answered the phone, his other hand still wrapped Savannah in his arms.
"Where are you, Dylan?" Holy crap, it's old Sterling. He sounded very worried and angry. Savannah glanced at Dylan. Didn't this man tell his father before he took her here?
"What's the matter, dad?" Dylan regretted not to have turned off the phone last night.
"Dylan, where have you taken Savannah to? Why not tell in advance?" demanded old Sterling crossly.
"Don't worry, we're in Bellomont," Dylan answered lazily.
Old Sterling was relieved but still worried, "are you still there? Why not co back ho last night? Bring her back now!"
"What's the hurry? The air and environnt are much better at Bellomont. I want her to have a rest here for two more days."
Old Sterling knew that they might have made up with each other. But then he thought of sothing and asked in alarm, "are you there with her too?"
"Nonsense."
"Dylan, I suggest you be celibate!" old Sterling's voice resounded through the phone, "though the baby's condition is steady at this period of pregnancy, you should be very careful! Pleasure yourself with your hand if you need!"
"I know," Dylan replied as he looked at the naked little woman in his arms, grinning wickedly, his hand deliberately running to her beast, caressing her… pulling her nipples.
Savannah moaned, and then she covered her mouth nervously.
After hanging up the phone, Dylan, however, didn't go on. It seed that he agreed with his father this ti. The little woman had been exhausted last night, and he decided to let her have a good rest for the next two days.
If he really hurt the baby, old Sterling would kill him.
***
After spending two days in Bellomont, they got up early on the third morning, said goodbye to Clent, and left.
Dylan drove to the county but not in the direction of the Sterling's house or Beverly Hill.
Savannah looked at him in surprise, "where are we going now? Not back?"
Dylan rubbed her cute nose with one hand, "we've sothing very important to do first, here we go."
Sothing very important? Savannah's heart missed a beat. She beca a little nervous, and she guessed what it might be.
Is this finally going to happen?
Really? Today? Now?
When she lived in Bellomont for the past two days, she kept recalling his proposal by the lake that day. She wondered whether she was dreaming or he just did that on impulse, and it was impossible for him to marry her afterward.
But it was not a dream, and he was not joking.
Savannah was still in a daze when the car stopped in front of a white building.
They ca to the local courthouse.
He did bring her to get their marriage license!
"We're here." Dylan unfastened his seatbelt and reached over to unbuckle hers. His face is inches from hers.
Savannah was very nervous at this mont. It was like she had received a present she had expected for a long ti, but she dared not to open it now.
Dylan ca to the copilot's door and opened it, leading her out. They were about to enter the office when she suddenly stopped.
"Dylan…" she looked up at him and hesitated.
He could feel the sweaty palm of her little hand, and he knew she was nervous.
"I'm here. Don't worry." Dylan tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear and said softly.
"Not today... Let's co so other day, okay? "She blurted out. Then she wished she could be braver. Why did she retreat at this mont?
"I haven't prepared my passport…" She murmured, afraid that the officer would not give them the license for so reason.
Dylan was also the first ti he applied for a marriage license, of course, and he was a little nervous too. But he was more worried that the little woman would run away. She might be more disturbed if he showed a little uneasiness.
"You don't need to prepare anything. You're present, that's enough." Dylan muttered as he stood in front of her. He put his hand under her chin and tipped her head back, staring down at her. His eyes are intense, trying to compose her. "Don't try to back out. I can't wait to make you my wife."
So other day? Did this little cat want to get a marriage license after she gave birth to his kid?
"But today is Saturday! Officers never on duty on weekends, are they? Why not we co again next Monday?" She suddenly rembered.
"I called them in advance, and we'll be received in the office." Dylan chose today to get a marriage license also because he didn't want any dia to disturb them on this important day.
He wanted the important mont to be their private ti.
Savannah was about to say sothing again when Dylan bent his head and caught her red lips.
Well, maybe it was the best way to stop her from thinking too much.
Attacked by his dominating kiss, Savannah stared at him blankly. Dylan lightly swept his tongue between her lips, pressing his warm, soft lips to hers. Then he put his tongue inside, curled it around hers, took it out, and nibbled her upper lip.
"Anything else?" He smiled at her.
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