Page 78 of Erik's Salvation
“You’re not gonna fight me on leaving?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“No. I’ll text Reuben that I wasn’t feeling well.”
Thank fuck.
Carefully, he helped her into his car. “We’ll come back and get yours tomorrow.”
Again, she didn’t argue, just nodded.
The second he was behind the wheel, he nodded toward the glove box. “There are some M&M’s in there if you need them.”
Her brows tugged together. “Why do you have M&M’s in your glove box?”
“For you.” He’d made sure he had some form of sugar in every room of his house too.
Her eyes softened. “I don’t need them, but thank you.”
When she massaged her temple, his gaze whipped to her again. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just a headache from high blood sugar.”
If she’d told him that Marco had hurt her, he’d turn the car around right now and murder the fucker.
“How did you find me?”
Erik’s jaw clicked. “You said high-end, so I got Chandler to hack into the reservation systems of the most expensive restaurants in Redwood.”
She frowned but said nothing. The rest of the drive home was silent. When he reached her place, he climbed from his Corvette. She didn’t say anything as he followed her to the door.
She turned once it was unlocked and opened. “You don’t need to come in, Erik. I’m fine.”
He stepped closer and ran his fingers over her arm, right where the fucker had grabbed her. She wore long sleeves, so he couldn’t see her skin, but he was sure she’d have marks. “I’m sorry.”
She swallowed, her gaze shifting between his. “About Marco, or…”
“Both.” He touched his other hand to her hip, relieved as hell when she didn’t step away. “Idowant to share everything with you. Every little detail of my life. I just need some more time. I don’t know how much. But soon, I promise.”
She seemed to roll that over in her mind. “But you want a relationship with me?”
“Yes.” Hell yes. “I wasn’t lying. I did miss you. When we’re apart, Icraveto be around you. To touch you. To have you as mine.”
She swallowed. “I feel all those things.”
Her words shot into his chest like a bullet, hard and fast. He took a small step forward, testing whether she’d back away. When she didn’t, he lowered his head, closing the distance so slowly she had all the time in the world to turn. Instead, she allowed his lips to touch hers.
It was a long, slow kiss, like he was re-familiarizing himself with her. Relearning what this woman did to him.
She moaned and pulled him inside. He closed the door with his foot and pushed her against the wall.
Quickly, the kiss changed. Deepened. Shifted into something more desperate.
Her hands went to the buckle of his jeans.
“Hannah.” Her name tore from his lips. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to stop her or encourage her.
“I need you,” she breathed.
When she slid her hand into his briefs and her fingers wrapped around his cock, his muscles pulled so tight he thought they’d snap. He palmed her breast as her hand slid over his length, but it wasn’t enough.
