Page 18 of Save Me

Chapter 8

“I hate myself.”

“Why?” Eric sounded hurt.

His long, hard form was currently wrapped around her naked body on the floor of Juliet’s apartment. He was still fully dressed, his hardness pressed against her backside. She’d fully expected him to unzip and fuck her brains out.

The truth was, she wanted that to happen so badly it hurt. But Eric had restrained himself, pleasuring her without taking anything for himself. Under the circumstances it was chivalrous. Any other guy would have gone all the way. It’s not like she would have said no.

Andie was feeling sorry enough for herself to tell the truth. “You show up and I fall into your arms like some sort of sex-crazed idiot,” she said, turning away as the recrimination built up inside her.

It felt like someone was sitting on her chest.

“Andie, you’re not crazy and you’re not an idiot.” He shifted to stare down at her face. “We have something. It’s deep and strong. The fact it’s still here after all this time apart means it’s never going away. Come to Boston with me. We can live together, and you’ll find a job you like. Maybe Calen will take you on at one of his other clubs or restaurants. Or he can recommend you to the Caislean chain. I’m sure he’d be willing to once this drug mess is cleared up. I know it won’t be perfect with my travel schedule, but you can come with me whenever you’re able to. I’ll buy you a ticket anywhere I’m going.”

It sounded like a dream come true, but she had been burned too many times in the past. Her dreams didn’t come true. She had learned that lesson the hard way. White knights didn’t appear out of the blue no matter how badly you needed them.

Two years was simply too long. All her dreams of happily ever after with this man had died long ago—right around the time she had stopped waiting for him to come home. Shortly after she had started dating Todd.

“I think you need to go now,” she said in a low voice. “This is over. It has been for a long time.”

Avoiding his eyes, she picked up her discarded clothes and started pulling them back on and stood up. Don’t cry. No matter what you do, don’t cry.

Eric moved to his knees, stopping her hands as she tried to zip up her jeans. He tugged on the open flaps to pull her closer and pressed a soft kiss above her mound on the skin of her belly.

“I regretted not asking you to wait for me,” he said, looking up at her. “But I thought you deserved better. That was always in the back of my mind—in rehab and when I went back to work. I’m still not good enough for you. There is probably some billionaire out there who you’re supposed to be with. Someone like Calen. But they can’t have you. You’re mine and I am going to find a way to make this up to you.”

Eric stopped to nuzzle that spot on her belly again. “Someday my child will grow here,” he whispered.

Her breath caught, tingles running up her spine as he stared at her with eyes that glowed like coal.

“I love you, Andie. Once you understand that—after you forgive me—I’m going to be here,” he said putting his hand on her stomach and stroking down until he reached her pussy.

Tugging her waistband lower, he slipped his hand inside the band of her panties and stroked her clit briefly before moving down and pushing into her with his fingers.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and often, filling you with my seed. I want to see you get big and round with my baby and then I’m going to fuck you some more knowing I did that to you. And then I’m going to point you out to every man I see and I’m going to tell them, ‘See that gorgeous pregnant woman? She’s mine.’”

Annie’s mouth was gaping open, her lips parted as Eric’s other arm snaked around her, cupping and kneading her ass to press her closer. She grabbed his arm for support, her eyes rolling back into her head as he continued to fuck her with his hand.

She should have pushed him away and slapped his face. But she didn’t. Instead, she widened her stance so he could take her deeper.

The shrill ring of the doorbell snapped her out of her euphoria.

“Shit!”

Eric paused, glancing at the door uncertainly. Andie pulled away and fastened her pants, running to the kitchen to wash her hands and splash some water on her face before returning to the living room.

She flushed, well aware the scent of her arousal filled the air. The impulse to ignore it was overwhelming but the shrill buzz filled the air a second time.

Eric crossed his arms, apparently content to have her scent all over his hands and face.

“Aren’t you going to wash up or something?” she asked, brow creased.

“No.” He slowly lifted two fingers to his lips and sucked on them, making the world spin dizzily

Holy shit, why is that so hot?

Shaking her head to clear the stupefying haze of lust from her brain, she opened the door. As it turned out it was unnecessary. The shock of seeing police uniforms waiting on the other side was more effective than a splash of cold water to the face.

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