Free Save Me If You Can by Christina C Jones Page A

little just before he pulled back, and dig her nails into his back as he did it again, and again, and again.
    He lowered his chest until they were skin to skin, then went to work sucking and nibbling her neck. She opened her mouth, but couldn’t form words, only desperate little gasps of pleasure.
    “What’s wrong, Agent Briggs?” Harrison shifted so they were face to face, then grinned as she met his eyes. “Cat got your tongue?”              
     
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    Present day…
     
    “So you’ve got a little girlfriend or something, huh? What’s her name?”
    Harrison remembered that question like it had been posed just yesterday, instead of six years ago. He’d been grinning at his phone after a particularly filthy email from Savi, when somebody walked in, and immediately figured out what his smile was about.
    He’d been careful. Very careful not to let any information about Savannah slip. Damien Wolfe was a man who had many enemies, and could easily become an enemy himself. The last thing he wanted was his involvement with Wolfe to become a liability for Savi.
    Harrison had kept to himself. Wolfe’s other cronies wanted to hit the strip clubs, do lines, all kinds of other stupid shit, but they did it without Harrison. He kept his nose clean – literally – and his head down, proving himself loyal, and doing what was required, but being smart about it. Especially once Savi was in the picture. Once she meant everything, he had too much to lose.
    For a long time, Harrison had held a particular goal as paramount in his life. Justice for his mother, retribution against his father, payback on his sister’s behalf. That goal had driven him, for most of his life. Through police academy, his time as a detective, and eventually his move into the DEA. There was too much at stake, too many lives to save, too many that needed to end, for him to slip up.
    He needed to focus. He didn’t need a distraction.
    The love affair with Savi… that was definitely a distraction.
    It was one thing to find a woman to fulfill his physical needs. There were plenty of those around. But the thing with Savi… they couldn’t be together very often because of the limitations of their jobs. The times when they could were absolutely about touching, fucking, exploring each other like it was the last opportunity. But it was the in-between times that made it all so dangerously different.
    The times when she was so far across the world that it was the middle of the day where she was, and the middle of the night for him, but they spent hours talking about whatever came to mind, from foreign policy to holiday dinners, from Super Bowl picks to reality TV. The times when he would randomly get an email from their secret encrypted account, and whether it was a sweet message about missing him, or a picture of her as she pleasured herself, captioned that she wished he was there… he lived for those moments a little too much.
    Way too much.
    He felt too deeply for her, for a man who barely had a family of his own. How could he know what love really was? His feelings had grown too strong for a woman who’d been willing to put a bullet through his head the first night they met. The relationship had evolved too much, from a one night stand, to something that he… something that it physically hurt to think about losing.
    It was a vulnerability he couldn’t afford. A liability he couldn’t afford. So… it had to be eliminated. He didn’t insult her by just cutting off communication, which would have maybe been easier. They actually talked, there were tears, and curse words, and… it wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have. But they had to have it.
    Afterwards, even though they agreed to dissolve all communications, agreed to take away nothing except the memories and leave each other in the past… he couldn’t. Savannah Briggs was the only person on the planet who loved him without pretense, without preconceived notions. She didn’t pity him,