Page 57 of Savage Ruin
Spreading my hands wide, I shrug. “I don’t know where it is. When I dove, everything left my hands, including the gun. If you have a map, I can show which bridge I was on.”
The two detectives silently communicate with each other. One pulls up a map on his phone, and I point to the bridge. “Are you sure you don’t have anything else to share?”
“No—wait, I lost my wallet, too. If you find it on the bridge, can you send it to the hotel? I would greatly appreciate it. Now, if that’s all, it’s been a long evening, and I’d like to check on my people.” I tap to share contact info with them. “Here’s my lawyer’s number. If there is anything else I can do to help find the bastard, let me know,” I state firmly, standing to shake their hands. “Thank you.”
She’s on the phone with Mateo, crying, when I enter the suite. Her hair is wet, and the blood is gone. She looks so fucking beautiful I can’t stand it.
Her eyes widen when she sees me. “He’s here. I’ll talk to you later.” She’s breathing heavily and crying, but instead of dying down, it gets worse when she sees me.
The emotion is building in her, and I know she won’t want Thomas to see her lose it. “Thomas, we’ll talk in the morning. Go get some rest and take care of your team.”
The minute the door closes, she falls against the couch. “You’re alive. This whole time, nobody would tell me where you were or if you were alive or dead. For three hours, I thought the worst. Until Mateo called me.” Sobs rack her body, and she sags against the back of the sofa.
Her words blow a hole in my heart. Fuck me. I didn’t know. Why would she think the worst? I yank her into my arms, but she pushes back in fury.
Her fists pound against my chest over and over and I stand there and take it, knowing I deserve it and much, much more. “Damn you, Thiago, for putting me through hell. Did you not think of how it would make me feel? How would you feel if I were dead?”
The image of the guard falling is easily replaced with one of Henley, and I grab her arms tightly. “Don’t say that. Don’t ever fucking say that to me.”
She lifts a shoulder. “Why not? You don’t care about me.”
The dam I’ve been shoring up for weeks shatters into a thousand pieces. Crushing her to me, I kiss her like the world is ending, because that’s how I felt tonight when I heard the shots. Like the sun would cease to shine and the world would be a thing of darkness without her in it. I can’t continue to let her think I don’t care when, in fact, it’s the opposite. I care too fucking much.
She yanks her shirt off. “I need you, Thiago.”
I pull her up in my arms and she wraps her legs tightly around me. Groaning, I find the nearest wall and prop her against it. My mouth latches onto her breast, sucking hard until she cries out.
She grips my head, pulling my lips back up to her mouth. It’s a carnal kiss, full of need and urgency. My tongue plunges into her mouth, dueling with hers, and she moans and thrusts against me.
Her hands are everywhere. “Need. Inside,” she gasps. “Thiago, please.”
Reaching down, I yank her leggings halfway off, and she pulls one leg out, then wraps it back around my waist. I thrust my fingers in her. Thank the fuck, she’s wet. Freeing myself, I line up and surge into her hard. She moans. This. Me inside her. Over and over, sinking to the hilt. Yet it’s not deep enough. I want to sink into her bones.
“More,” she cries, grinding down on me.
I yank her off the wall and stride over to the bed. Laying her down, I pick her leg up and thrust hard, going all the way in. Groaning, I set a rapid pace, driving into her without stopping. My cock is so damn hard I feel like I can go forever.
Her body quivers, and I reach down to stroke her nub. It doesn’t take much until she’s coming, her sweet body clenching my cock. “Thiago!”
With her body still trembling, I switch to a slower pace. Her blue eyes lock with mine, and I can see the emotional turmoil from this evening lingering in their depths. I slide all the way into her and watch her eyes drift shut from the pleasure.
“Open your eyes, querida,” I rasp. “I need to see you’re here with me. Alive. It was so close tonight. Being inside you is the only thing saving me right now.” I keep up the steady pace, feeling the stretch of her body over my cock, and the pleasure begins to build.
Her beautiful face is flush with desire. “I can’t get enough of you, Henley. Come for me one more time.”
My fingers find her nub, and I play with it until she’s writhing beneath me. Part of me wants to keep her on the edge until she’s begging, but not tonight. Her body quivers and I pick up speed until she falls over the edge again.
The sight of her surrender triggers my own release, and I moan, coming hard enough the edges of my vision turn black.
Breathing heavily, I pull out and drop beside her. The control I’ve been holding on to for weeks is gone—splintered beyond reason. I turn my head and find her looking at me with a solemn expression on her face.
Worried, I sit up and lean over. “Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”
“I’m wondering if you’re going to tell me that was a mistake or caused by the adrenaline of the night,” she states softly.
Mateo told me to be honest… “I didn’t plan it,” I admit softly. “And I don’t believe it would have happened without the events of tonight. But I won’t hide from whatever this is between us anymore. I can’t. Something inside me shifted and I don’t want to live without calling you mine.”
I lean over and kiss her hard, then grip her head between my hands. “I can’t imagine a world without you in it. I’m sorry, so fucking sorry. I didn’t know you would worry or think the worst. Forgive me?”
