I held her by the shoulders and pulled her back so that we were looking into each other’s eyes. “I don’t care about your job or whether Charlotte was really a lion tamer. I won’t look for the worst. Not anymore. I promise.”
Hannah’s eyes were wet. Why was she crying? I had thought she’d be happy with that.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her.
She didn’t answer. Instead she kissed me. Softly. Deeply. She moaned low in the back of her throat. It sounded as if she were in pain.
“Hannah,” I murmured against her mouth. She kissed me harder. Her tongue tangled with mine.
We fell to our knees in the middle of her hallway. I pushed off her coat. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt. I grabbed hold of her hand, stilling her for a moment. She looked up at me with glazed eyes. I ran my fingers along her cheek.
“I’m sorry, Hannah. I really am. This thing between us scares me a little because it’s become so damn important to me.” I kissed her carefully. “You’reimportant to me.”
“You’re important to me too. More than you could ever know,” she said in an agonized whisper, as if she couldn’t bear to admit it.
Then we weren’t talking anymore. In a matter of seconds we shed our clothing and ended up in a writhing heap of skin and heat on the floor. The hardwood was uncomfortable underneath us but we didn’t care.
Hannah gripped my cock, pumping it in her hand. I pressed my fingers inside her, spreading her wide. In and out. Deeper and deeper.
We didn’t speak. The only sounds were breaths and groans. When I was ready to come, she dropped her hand and wrapped her legs around my waist, angling her hips to take all of me.
And I fucked her hard. I fucked her tender.
I fucked her until she cried and cried.
And when she screamed, it was with my name on her lips.
Mine.
Hannah was mine. I was Hannah’s.
The worst would have to wait, because I wouldn’t look for it anymore.
Chapter 24
Hannah
I was like a mouse in a maze. Running and running, yet always ending up back where I had started.
Mason’s questions after seeing Charlotte had rattled me. He seemed to be closing in, whether he realized it or not. My lies were starting to come undone. I was losing the threads and they were dangling in the wind. I couldn’t hold on to them.
And the guilt was starting to consume me. I couldn’t play with his heart anymore.
I was inflicting damage and he had no idea.
I was using him. It wasn’t fair.
Toxicwrath had been right. I was in too deep.
And that hurt most of all.
Because he could never know the real Hannah Whelan. If he did know her, he’d never forgive me.
He’d be forced to arrest me.
And every day he was getting closer to doing just that. Because Mason Kohler was a good FBI agent.
The information from his laptop came flooding into my computer. His emails. His passwords. His browser history. The root kit had given me an all-access pass to his working life.
