Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

Paranoia fogs my mind, thinking this is the only thing that will be in her stomach for a while.

“I’m so happy. Thank you.”

That punches me in my solar plexus so hard it might knock me out.

“Don’t thank me. There’s no need. Spending time with you is my pleasure. Experiencing stuff together is my honor. Being together with you is my privilege.” I’ll give her everything and more, I swear to myself.

I start the engine and drive to our next destination. My hand rests on her thigh, and a smile teases her lips. Calmness like I never experienced before washes over me.

I park in front of a little bed and breakfast by the ocean. Abigail takes in the scenery, her eyes widening with awe. It’s quaint. The moon reflects on the ocean, casting a rippling live painting. Small waves tumble toward the shore. Yet, it doesn’t hold my attention for long.

“This is beautiful.”

“It is,” I say, watching her, and she catches me, a blush coloring her cheeks.

“I don’t know how you can top tonight.”

“Princess, that’s a challenge for my brain, and I told you how my brain functions. You give it a challenge and I obsessively focus on that.”

“I should be ashamed to even say this out loud, but I love being the focus of your brain.”

That’s one worry less because I couldn’t stop her from being the center of my thoughts even if I wanted to. But it’s more than that; it runs deeper. My heart gets all mushy, and my chest fills up when I think of her, or when I am with her.

It’s not only my brain invested. I’m completely, irrevocably, and permanently hooked on her.

Abigail drags me by my hand. She slips out of her flats, removing her tweed jacket and dress. Wrapping her arms around herself, her teeth chattering and goose bumps scattering across her body, she runs toward the water in just her bra and thong.

I reach behind my neck and tug at my shirt. Unbuttoning my jeans, I stumble with one leg still caught in them.

She giggles and jumps in the water. I dive in headfirst. Nothing is far enough, deep enough, or unreachable enough for me to get to her.

With my arms outstretched, I part the water and find her, all soft and wet. My fingers dig into her waist, and I lean in to kiss her luscious lips. My hand sneaks between her thighs—needing to touch her, get inside of her.

I push her thong to the side and thrust inside of her, making us one. Euphoria lights up every atom in my body. She bites my shoulder, and I confess, “I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never get enough of you.”

When we both come, a dazed expression transforms her face. She’s looking at me with awe, and that is the headiest fucking feeling.

We swim for a while, until shivers rock her body, and we head to the shore. Dressing quickly, water drips from our clothes as we run straight for the washed-out white and blue bed and breakfast, heading for the reception. A middle-aged woman puts her hands on her hips but smiles at us in understanding.

“To be young again,” she says, bringing us two towels.

In this place, it appears time stood still a few decades ago with the antique furniture and marine tapestry, but it offers a cozy ambiance.

As she shows us to our room on the first floor, she tells us what we can do around the coastal village. Abigail smiles and nods enthusiastically, her eyes telling me she wants to explore it. I squeeze her hand, letting her know we’ll do that.

The moment my head hits the pillow, I’m knocked out.

When I blink awake from my peaceful sleep, I see Abigail carrying a breakfast tray.

“Morning, baby.”

Strong emotions envelop my chest.

“Don’t get soft on me. I’m all for keeping a balance. You treat me as if I am a queen, well I am treating you as if you are my king.”

“I fucking love you.”

She closes her eyes for a moment; her face radiating at my declaration. The sun’s rays bounce on her lashes and make her long blond hair shine. She looks ethereal. She has to be real because my brain couldn’t have conjured something this perfect.