Chapter Twenty-Two
S mall and fragile and used , she fell asleep in my arms.
I lay awake for hours, watching her.
Her cry for help replayed in my head like a broken record, and I couldn’t let it go. I couldn’t even process the shit in my head over it. Except guilt. I’d fucked her too hard. Too goddamn hard.
Fuck.
Fuck .
I rubbed a hand over my face and she stirred, so I wrapped my arm right back around her small-as-fuck waist. I needed to get the hell up and leave her alone. I’d fucked her into a goddamn panic attack, and shocked her system. Then I’d fucking kissed her and told her next time would be better.
What the ever-loving fuck was I thinking?
I wasn’t thinking.
My cock, hard as fuck, was wedged between her thighs waiting to get back into her pussy.
Maybe that’s exactly what she needed.
Who the fuck was I kidding? It was what I wanted, not what she needed. A chance at redemption.
I glanced at the clock. She had to be up in an hour for the damn morning show interview anyway, and she’d already had a few hours of sleep.
It was enough.
My decision was made.