Page 17 of Save Me

Andie stood up. “I don’t know what you want, but I can’t deal with this right now.” Her priority was to stay out of jail and find a job.

And it wasn’t like he was asking her to get back together. All he’d said was he missed her, nothing more. That was some grade A passive-aggressive shit. She wasn’t going to put herself out there again. Getting her heart smashed to pieces once was enough.

She started to move to the door, so she could open it and ask him to leave, but he grabbed her arm.

“I still want you,” he said in low, intense tone. “That hasn’t changed. But I can’t live here anymore. Calen was right about that. When I leave I’d like you to think about going with me. My home base is in Boston. It would be a fresh start for you too. You’ve never liked living in Vegas.”

Her mouth dropped open. Unfuckinbelievable. “You should have asked me two years ago!”

“Andie, I couldn’t have taken care of you. I was a bad bet back then. Plus, you were still in school.”

Man, he was a gambler. A bad bet… How had she missed that?

“First off, I can take care of myself. Second, you should have told me what your situation was. We were…we were…”

What the hell had they been to each other?

The hottest thing that would ever happen to her. A fantasy she dreamed up. After all this time none of it felt real, despite the fact he was standing in front her now.

Eric’s grip on her arm tightened and he drew her closer. “We were this,” he whispered.

A buzzing started in her ears, and she watched him wide-eyed as he reeled her in. Then his lips touched hers.

A supernova of heat blew through her. It was just like in the movies. One second she was a normal human being, the next she was a boneless pile of mush clinging to him as his mouth consumed hers.

This wasn’t a sweet nice-to-see-you kiss. Eric didn’t make any allowances for the time that had passed. His lips weren’t soft. They were hungry, ravenous, robbing her of her willpower and good sense.

His hands ran down her back and up her sides. They passed over the sides of her breasts until her nipples were hard and tingling. She pressed the aching tips against his chest. The cotton of her shirt and bra were thin enough for her to feel the texture of his shirt as she rubbed against him.

Eric groaned and carried her to the floor. Her heart was racing, her breath coming in short pants and gasps. The sound of a zipper filled the air and then she felt the rough texture of carpet under her thighs.

Blood rushed from her head, the space between her legs heating and swelling. Incoherent cries filled the air, stopping only when she bit her lip.

Then he nipped her clit through the cloth of her panties and she sobbed aloud. It wasn’t too hard, just right. Then her panties were gone, skimmed down her legs by Eric’s beautiful hands—the hands of a surgeon.

She was squirming, restlessly pumping her hips, trying to get closer to his touch, but Eric pulled back, stopping to stare at her bare cunt.

“I love how wet you get,” he whispered, leaning closer to blow on her heated folds.

He inhaled deeply as if to draw her scent into his lungs. Whimpering, she reached out and pulled his hair.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m going to take care of you—starting now.”

His tongue snaked out, licking her up and down, seeming to relish her taste. He nibbled on her clit, stroking her with his mouth and hands. His tongue probed her entrance, teasing her with a series of quick licks. Her hips rose to meet his mouth, trying to deepen the penetration, but he continued to torture her, only peeking into her with frustratingly shallow strokes.

“Oh God, please.”

Eric hummed in satisfaction before pushing into her with two fingers. He pumped in and out while his mouth fastened on her clit, sucking in time with his rhythm. Andie writhed on the floor, lost in the climbing heat.

He’d done this before. His talented mouth and hands had driven her crazy many times, but it had been so long ago. She missed feeling this way. Being with Todd was nothing like this—their sex life had always been about him. He’d never stirred her blood the way Eric could.

One touch from the doctor and she was wet and ready, every nerve ending straining in anticipation.

The rhythmic movement of his mouth and hands ignited an answering pulse in her blood. She clamped her thighs around his head, trying to pull him in even closer. But his hands held her down, forcing her still as he consumed her like a starving man.

The ceiling above her started to fade in and out as her pussy began to pulse in time with Eric’s hands and mouth. His tongue thrust deeper, delving into the heart of her and she splintered, edges of light appearing in the cracks of her soul as she exploded in his arms.

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