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As he lowered his lips to hers and gave her a series of slow, shivery kisses, she felt the press of his cock into her wet pussy, and when he thrust in surprisingly hard, she bucked as electricity bolted through her. Her breasts jerked as she sobbed, “Andrew.”
He yanked out, then thrust back in, setting a soul-stirring rhythm as the tip of his middle finger fondled her clit with tantalizingly wicked little circles. “That’s right, my darling,” he cooed. “My love. My hot little baby. Come in my arms.”
She exploded, drowning with his endearments, his powerful thrusts that rasped his heavy cock piercing all over her inner flesh. Her orgasm crashed through her, unleashing convulsion after convulsion. Her body twisted and spasmed against his as he continued rhythmically plowing inside her, until he delved down to his balls and ground her name out through gritted teeth, spilling his heat and desire so deep inside her, she felt his orgasm in her heart.
Seconds later, he gathered her to him almost as fiercely and stroked a large hand down her spine. “I’m sorry I left,” he rasped, squeezing her. “I’m sorry for you. For us. For me. This wasn’t supposed to be like this.”
Whitney’s body softened against his.
When he held her like this, when he was inside her, he broke through all her walls, and now a ball of emotion clogged around her vocal cords. She couldn’t believe he was home.
He brushed her hair back, looking into her eyes. “I swear by all I have that I will make you safe again. And mine. And you will never again have any doubt of that. Just give me time.”
She stroked a hand down his face. She felt so tired, she pressed her head to his chest and nodded. “I’ll spend the night. But tomorrow we have to come up with a different arrangement.”
Seemingly appeased, he laced his fingers through hers and pulled her into the bedroom. “We won’t need to, once you hear what I have to say,” he quietly whispered, then he pulled the sheets back so she could slip inside first.
He followed her into bed, naked, where they both seemed tired and spent, their bodies heavy as they entangled themselves together. She was in the arms of the man she loved tonight—and she was too tired to think of anything else. Pushing the ache inside her aside, she traced his jaw lightly with her fingertips. “Thank you for protecting me.”
But just like he used to, after an orgasm, he was already fast asleep.
Chapter Four
Andrew woke up in bed alone the next morning, and a quick scan confirmed Whitney’s belongings were gone. He groaned in frustration and slammed a fist into his pillow. “Damn.”
He gritted his teeth and raked his hair with both hands. He’d wanted to wake up late with her, bring her breakfast in bed, finally try to talk to her. Calmly. Concisely. With a fresh head so that he could find the right words, and they might be able to solve the mystery of who their blackmailer was.
Instead, she was gone.
Groaning, he set his head back on the suede headboard, replaying the night before. She’d looked so undone by his touch, but so damned determined to keep her distance. He could see her struggling with her emotions when her eyes fell on him, her lovely green eyes viewing him like he was some sort of fucking stranger. Like he was a loser and a fraud and didn’t deserve to call her by the endearments he’d used to. God, she had him wound up in knots with this. Whitney was not a young girl anymore. She was too smart, this woman, and she knew him too damned well.
Of course, he had to tell her.
Now, after that blackmail note, it was doubly important for them not to keep any secrets from each other.
A wealth of frustration and impotence gnawed at his insides at the thought of having to wait some more. He needed her. Her confidence. Her trust. Her love. His mind had kept spinning for possible solutions all this time, but every one of his excuses for leaving, aside from his oil field excuse, seemed stupid and unreasonable. Whitney knew his devotion to her bordered on obsession. Just as Andrew knew she responded in kind.
He now realized if he wouldn’t be able to come up with an acceptable reason to have left her, then he had to tell her the truth.
Especially now when she was at risk again. Holy God.
Charging to his feet, he checked his phone and saw he had a text. Graves had saved Whitney’s number on his phone under the name, The One Getting Away.
Very funny, asshole.
The One Getting Away: Before you call to snap at me, I wanted to say don’t worry! I’m with Jerry. Office first, then lunch with Chloe. We can talk later if you find anything. Nothing out of the ordinary in Donahue’s cameras yet.
Andrew: I want to talk you.
Andrew: Tonight.
He waited and tapped his fingers, restless to hear her confirmation. As he waited, he angrily changed her name to what he’d always had her under.
Scowling, he went into the shower, and finally came out and wrapped himself in a towel to see her answer.
My Redhead: Okay.
His chest eased with relief, and then he ruffled his hair and hurried to get dressed. Before Sunday, he was going to get to the bottom of this blackmail.
