“You left me,” she whispered.
“I know.” I held her wrists against my chest. I had regretted it every fucking day.
I dropped her wrists, tangling my hands in her hair. I crushed her mouth with a rough kiss. A kiss that said everything I couldn’t.
The little moans coming from her throat made me ache for her. My tongue twisted along hers. Tasting her. Drinking her in.
Her hands wrapped against my neck.
I could devour her. Wipe away the pain of the past. Kiss her breathless until she forgot I hurt her. I wasn’t the man who was supposed to leave. I was the man who had sworn to always protect her with my life.
I groaned against the softness of her lips. “Abi.”
She nipped at my mouth, climbing into my lap one leg at a time. My tongue flicked along hers. Her skin was warm under the flimsy tank top she slept in. My fingers pressed into her flesh, remembering how she felt. Every smooth line. Every curve. My hands molded to the roundness of her breasts. Her tits perked into hard points under my touch. Sweet precious Abi.
She sighed as I lifted the tank top over her head.
Her tits rubbed against my chest as I brought my mouth crashing down on hers. The friction built as her hips ground into my cock.
“Don’t leave me again,” she whimpered.
“I won’t,” I promised, tugging her panties at her hips. I me
ant it. I meant every fucking word.
I could have lost her.
Never again. Tonight I’d prove it. I’d show her how much I loved her. How sorry I was. As I buried myself inside her over and over. Making her scream my name. Coaxing her to come harder than she ever had.
Tonight was a new beginning.
We’d fuck until the sun came up. Until we were covered in sweat and the smell of sex. Fuck until we had forgiven each other. Until I had forgiven myself.
I lowered Abi to the pillow, sliding my hand between her legs.
The alert alarm sounded from my tablet.
I jerked upright.
“Oh my God. What is that?” she asked, panting the words.
It was a high-pitched alarm, guaranteed to wake me even in a deep sleep.
“Wait here,” I instructed, walking into the great room. My devices were plugged in and resting on the kitchen table.
My tablet blinked and the siren wailed from the small speaker.
I pressed mute and read the alert on the screen.
Abi appeared in the doorway with the quilt wrapped around her naked shoulders. “Reid? What is it?”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “You didn’t tell me you had email threats.” I stared at her.
“What are you talking about?” She stepped closer.
“I asked for details. Everything. Anything. How many times have we gone over the past six months? I told you you couldn’t leave any detail out. Nothing.”
“Why do you sound so mad at me? What happened, Reid?”