Chapter 94
CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR
RUSH
My entire body tensed, and I gripped on to Astrid’s waist as hard as I could without hurting her. I hadn’t wanted to admit it aloud to her, even though everyone else already had, but I couldn’t keep it in much longer.
After what had happened to her, I needed her to know that I loved her.
Astrid stared at me through wide, teary eyes, her breath caught in her throat. After opening and closing her mouth a handful of times with no words coming out, she finally wrapped her arms around my shoulders and hugged me. Hard.
“I’m so fucking glad you’re safe, but I wish … God, I fucking wish I could’ve found you before they touched you. I wish I hadn’t told you not to come to the race.”
“It’s okay,” she murmured into my neck. “I know you were trying to protect me.”
Somehow, I tensed even more. “I fucking lost you, Astrid.”
The silence stretched on again, filled with the crashing of waves on the shores a block over. Wind tousled my hair through the cracked window. Astrid pulled away just enough to grasp my face in her small hands.
“You didn’t lose me,” she said, her forehead on mine. “I’m right here.”
“I almost did.”
“I don’t blame you for any of this,” she said.
“You promise?”
“I promise.” She pulled away a couple of inches and stared down at me. “I fucking promise, Rush. I … I love you too. So much.”
My pulse raced the way it did when my car was flying over a hundred miles per hour down the back roads, the blood rushing through my body.
I brushed my thumb across her cheek. “Say it again.”
A small giggle left her mouth, her lips curling into a smile. “I love you, Rush.” She leaned into my hand. “I fucking love you.”
Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. Soft.
Nothing like the first time.
When I was with her, I used to be restrained, but now? Now I wanted to devour her. Every inch of her body, her mouth, her mind. My lips moved against hers slowly at first as she dragged her fingertips gently down my arms. I adjusted the seat back just enough, my hands settling on her hips again.
She undid the button on my jeans and reached inside to grab my throbbing cock. With her lips still pressed against mine, she wiggled out of her pants and settled down on me, slowly, letting me slide into her, inch by inch by fucking inch.
Those hours without her when she had been gone had felt like days, weeks, even years. And now? I finally had her back, and I would savor every second with her.