Free Rundown (Curveball Book 2) by Teresa Michaels Page A

right after my nap.”
    I
whimper, stretching beneath him.  Drew’s eyes trail downward
to my exposed breasts and his mouth follows suit.  He nuzzles my
nipple before taking it in his mouth, coaxing a different kind of
groan.
    “ You’re
not making this easy for me, you know?” he says, pressing his
erection against me.  “In fact, you’re making this very hard.”
    “ I
think you’re supposed to call for help after four hours,” I
tease.   How the hell can he be ready to go again?
    “ Like
I’d ever need a pill when I have you.”  Drew licks his lips
like a lion about to ravage its prey. 
    “ Don’t
even think about it,” I warn.  “I’m not going to be able
to sit until you’re back as it is.”
    “ Good. 
That means you’ll think of me often.” 
    “ I
always do.”
    Drew
caresses my hair as he stares at the space to the side of my head,
the corners of his mouth pulling down.  I’m 100% committed to
our relationship, and I know he is too. We’ve gotten to a really
good place, but that doesn’t mean that we aren’t both vulnerable
to the unknown.  He doesn’t want to go on this trip, and I
don’t want him to leave; yet he needs to do this. 
    “ I
love you,” I say, cupping his face.  “You know that, right?”
    His
nod is less than convincing. 
    “ Do
you want me to come with you to the airport?”  We decided the
other day that it’d be best for me not to go with him to the
airport due to all the press related to his last flight. 
    “ No,
I’ll be fine,” he replies, his gaze locking with mine.  Drew
kisses me quickly and then shoves away from the counter, wearing
nothing but a forced smile.  “Come on.”
    Less
than fifteen minutes later, we’re out the door.  Drew walks me
to the car and I do my best to put on a happy front.  He opens
the door but doesn’t drop my hand.  I take his and bring it to
a rest over my heart, silently telling him what I’m too emotional
to say.  All yours.  We tell each other we love one
another countless times, and then I reluctantly pry myself from his
grasp and get in the car.  If I don't initiate leaving, he
really will miss his flight.
    Once
I’m seated, I roll down the window to get one more kiss.  “Try
to stay out of trouble,” I tease him.
    “ I’ll
do my best.  If anything happens, I’m sure you’ll know about
it before I do,” he mocks, not knowing that I already turned off
the Google Alerts.
    “ Remember
that,” I warn.

    The
kids are tucked in and fast asleep, and like always, I’m wired, my
mind racing at a million miles an hour.  Drew texted around 8pm
before his flight took off.  Since then, I’ve spent my time
trying to tire myself out by reading, but it’s no use because I’m
constantly checking the status of his flight online. Unable to sleep,
I head downstairs at 11:30pm and make myself a cup of tea. 
Holding it just under my nose, I inhale the scent of chamomile,
praying it will calm me down like the packaging claims, and take a
tentative sip.  What I really should do is take something to
knock me out since there’s no way I’ll be able to sleep until
Drew’s plane touches down in a few hours.
    I
leisurely walk through the downstairs clutching my hot mug, and end
up in Mark’s old office.  I sink into one of the oversized
leather chairs, adorned with antique brass nail head trim, and slowly
gaze around the room.  The love he had for our country is
evident in all aspects of this room.  Historical novels and
biographies on former presidents line the bookshelves that span the
majority of the wall opposite his desk.  The only interruption
being the fireplace and an artistic rendition of the American flag
that hangs above it.  On the wall behind me there’s a framed
copy of the Declaration of Independence, and a marble replica of
Mount Rushmore that sits upon the desk.  Even the humidor I got
him for our fifth wedding anniversary has the presidential seal.
 It’s a historical buff’s