Page 64 of Starting Over

“How long, Reenie?” I murmured against her lips.

“What?”

“How long has it been since you’ve been fucked?” I asked again, my lips leaving a trail across her jaw, making my way to her throat.

“Too long,” she moaned.

Grabbing her ass, I lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I held her there, against the door, devouring her mouth, afraid she would disappear if I stopped.

She wound her arms around my neck, twisting her hands in my hair, holding me to her. I pressed my hard dick against her. God, I wanted to sink my dick into her pussy.

There had been countless women over the years. Hell, I had a daughter. Having Reenie in my arms, my dick had never been this hard.

My lips moved over her jaw and down her throat. Reaching her shoulder I bit down, hard, as I thrust my cock against her cunt.

She cried out, her arms and legs tensed around me, and I almost came in my jeans like a fucking teenager. Sure, it had been a while, but this was Reenie. The girl who should have been mine. The girl I planned to go back for. The girl who should have been my daughter’s mother.

“Where’s your room?”

Suddenly, like a bucket of cold water had been thrown over her head, Reenie stopped. Wiggling her legs until I put her down, she placed a hand on my chest.

“We can’t do this.”

“Why the fuck not?”

She stared at me with her mouth open.

Shaking her head, she shoved at my chest until I stepped back.

“We don’t even know each other, Declan.”

“I know you were supposed to be mine. I know that your selfish bastard of a husband lied to keep me from coming home. I know that he sent you here for me to protect you. The one goddamn thing he did right was making sure you ended up with me.”

She closed her eyes and breathed.

“That’s not enough. We were kids when you moved away. We’ve lived different lives. You’re a cop, for Christ’s sake.”

“What the fuck does me being a cop have to do with anything?”

Shaking her head again, she tried to walk away.

“Reenie, what’s going on?”

I followed her through the house to the kitchen. She stopped and looked around like she was looking for something. Maybeshe was looking for the fucking kitchen, ’cause it sure as hell wasn’t in this room.

“I can’t be with a cop.”

I looked at her, dumbfounded.

“Are you kidding? You take issue with me being a cop? Reenie, I know—”

“Stop saying that,” she whispered.

“What?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’ve always called you Reenie.” I stepped up to her, placing my hands on her upper arms. Leaning down, I tried to get her to look at me.

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