From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 247

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**

**Chapter 146: Love And Devotion**

**Savannah**

By the time we finally sat down for breakfast, the sun was already well into its ascent, casting a warm glow that felt almost mocking given the chaotic morning we had just endured. I couldn’t help but think that “breakfast” might be too grand a title for what we were about to share. My legs throbbed with every movement, a reminder of the previous night’s passionate escapades, and my throat felt raw, the echoes of my moans still haunting the sheets. Yet, amidst the aches, there was a buoyancy in my spirit, a lightness that suggested the air around us had transformed, leaving behind a heavy, intoxicating happiness that enveloped us both.

Roman stood behind me, his solid frame pressing against my back as I shuffled around the kitchen, feigning a search for something to whip up. His arms wrapped possessively around my waist, anchoring me in place, while his head rested lazily against the curve of my neck, sending delightful shivers down my spine.

“You’re going to make me burn myself if you keep holding me like this,” I warned, laughter bubbling up from within me as I felt him nuzzle into my shoulder, his breath warm and tantalizing.

His voice came out low, dripping with a smug confidence. “Oh, it’s not going to be on me, my love. How about I just order takeout? We can retreat back to bed.”

I rolled my eyes, a playful smile dancing on my lips. “You’re unbelievable.”

With a slow, deliberate grind of his hips against me, I felt the unmistakable outline of him through the soft fabric of his sweats. “I’m still burning for you,” he whispered, his breath a heated caress against my ear.

A shiver ran through me, every nerve ending in my body suddenly alert. “And we would do that all day?” I asked, my voice quivering with uncertainty.

“Absolutely.” His lips brushed against my neck, igniting a fire within me. “I want to make you feel me for days.”

His words struck me like a bolt of lightning. My fingers stilled on the countertop, the rich scents of butter and coffee swirling around us, thickening the air with desire. My heart raced, pounding against my chest, thrumming in my throat, and echoing low in my belly.

“You’re not making this easy for me, Roman,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, a dark, sinful sound that sent delightful shivers racing down my spine. “And you’re making this exceptionally hard for me right now.”

When he pressed himself against me again, there was nothing subtle about the move—it was bold and demanding.

“Let me order takeout,” he murmured, his tone low and inviting. “I just want today to be about us.”

That was all it took to sway me. Without a word, I turned off the stove, the soft click of the knob echoing in the charged silence that followed, thick with unspoken promises.

“Good girl,” he rasped, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, his thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks until I leaned back against him, surrendering to the sensations.

A soft moan escaped my lips, my breath hitching as he kneaded gently, the warmth of his palms seeping through the thin fabric of my top.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded, my voice failing me as I tried to respond. My tongue darted out to moisten my lips. “Yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t.”

He chuckled again, a dark, quiet sound that made my heart race. “I’ve got to order takeout, my love.”

I blinked, momentarily dazed. “What?”

He pulled back slightly, one hand slipping lower, beneath the elastic of my shorts. My breath caught in my throat.

“Unless,” he murmured, “you’d prefer I have something else.”

His fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns that had me gripping the counter for support. “Roman,” I gasped, “you can have anything later. Just—not now. Not in this moment.”

He pressed his palm firmly against me, possessive and sure. “But I want it now.”

His voice was a low command that stirred something deep within me, compelling me to obey. I nodded before I even realized I was doing it.

“Okay.”

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