they ignore you, Sophie?”
She snorted. “Let’s just say that sometimes the adult in the room was not Tyler or my mom. They would drink until they were falling-down drunk, smoke weed, and fight until they passed out or started ripping each other’s clothes off so they could make up. I stayed in my room and pretended my real parents were coming to get me.”
“Jesus, I’m sorry.”
She shrugged. “We’ve said that a lot to each other tonight. Maybe we should talk about something else for a while.”
He could only stare at her. Her eyes flashed and her cheeks were high with color. She was beautiful, fiery, and he wanted her right now.
But taking her when they were both angry and hurt was not the thing to do. If he hadn’t known it before her revelation about Tyler and her mom fighting and fucking, he definitely knew it now.
Instead, he reached for her hand and twined his fingers in hers. She stiffened for a moment—and then she relaxed and squeezed his hand in return.
14
S ophie snuggled into the covers and fought the first currents of wakefulness. She was comfortable, warm, and safe. If she woke up, she didn’t know if she’d be any of those things.
The bed was small, narrow, and she was crowded up against the edge on one side and the wall on the other. Definitely a narrow bed. Perilously narrow.
She opened an eye and tried to focus on her surroundings. There was a table and a lamp… and the soft glow of a television. There hadn’t been a television in her room—
She gasped and spun over in the bed. The wall she’d been pressed up against was definitely solid. It was also human. She sucked in a breath at his nearness. His utter perfection.
Chase lay on his side, one arm slung across her body, his naked chest a study in ideal human anatomy. She followed the line of dark hair that arrowed down his abdomen, disappearing into his shorts.
Oh, where did anyone on this earth get abs like that? Hard, defined abs that she wanted to trace with her tongue just to see if they tasted as perfect as they looked.
He never opened his eyes as his hand wandered from her waist to the curve of her ass where he tugged her in close. So close that she didn’t have to wonder if he was hard or not.
He was. Gloriously, hugely hard. Her gaze shot from his chest to his face. His eyes were still closed, and she swallowed.
Oh fuck, now what? She hadn’t intended to fall asleep out here with him, but after they’d spilled their guts and he’d held her hand, she’d felt such a sense of belonging that it had stunned her. They hadn’t said another word as the hockey game played on. She’d focused on their hands, on the warmth and rightness that flowed over her. It had been comforting in a way she couldn’t ever remember experiencing.
She didn’t remember falling asleep, but she was surprised he hadn’t wakened her. No, he’d gone to sleep beside her. And now he was really beside her.
“Mmm,” he said, and her heartbeat quickened.
“Um, Chase. Chase.”
“Yeah, baby?” he whispered. “You want it again?”
Again? What the hell?
No, no. Calm down. If they’d had sex, she’d damn well know it. They had not had sex. He was asleep and dreaming. Or something.
“No, I do not want it,” she said. “It’s me, Chase. It’s Sophie. Your, um, stepsister. Kind of.”
“Whatever game you want to play, honey,” he murmured before spearing his other hand into her hair and pulling her face toward his.
Sophie put her hands on his chest and pushed. “Chase! Wake up!”
His eyes popped open then, and he looked her over in that lazy way he had. “Hi, Sophie.”
He had not let go of her ass, she noticed. “Hi, Chase. Can you let me go?”
“You sure about that?”
His erection nestled against her pubic bone, burning into her. Her body responded with a surge of heat and moisture between her legs. Her sex sizzled with electric tingles every time he shifted his hips in the slightest. She wanted to grab his ass
She snorted. “Let’s just say that sometimes the adult in the room was not Tyler or my mom. They would drink until they were falling-down drunk, smoke weed, and fight until they passed out or started ripping each other’s clothes off so they could make up. I stayed in my room and pretended my real parents were coming to get me.”
“Jesus, I’m sorry.”
She shrugged. “We’ve said that a lot to each other tonight. Maybe we should talk about something else for a while.”
He could only stare at her. Her eyes flashed and her cheeks were high with color. She was beautiful, fiery, and he wanted her right now.
But taking her when they were both angry and hurt was not the thing to do. If he hadn’t known it before her revelation about Tyler and her mom fighting and fucking, he definitely knew it now.
Instead, he reached for her hand and twined his fingers in hers. She stiffened for a moment—and then she relaxed and squeezed his hand in return.
14
S ophie snuggled into the covers and fought the first currents of wakefulness. She was comfortable, warm, and safe. If she woke up, she didn’t know if she’d be any of those things.
The bed was small, narrow, and she was crowded up against the edge on one side and the wall on the other. Definitely a narrow bed. Perilously narrow.
She opened an eye and tried to focus on her surroundings. There was a table and a lamp… and the soft glow of a television. There hadn’t been a television in her room—
She gasped and spun over in the bed. The wall she’d been pressed up against was definitely solid. It was also human. She sucked in a breath at his nearness. His utter perfection.
Chase lay on his side, one arm slung across her body, his naked chest a study in ideal human anatomy. She followed the line of dark hair that arrowed down his abdomen, disappearing into his shorts.
Oh, where did anyone on this earth get abs like that? Hard, defined abs that she wanted to trace with her tongue just to see if they tasted as perfect as they looked.
He never opened his eyes as his hand wandered from her waist to the curve of her ass where he tugged her in close. So close that she didn’t have to wonder if he was hard or not.
He was. Gloriously, hugely hard. Her gaze shot from his chest to his face. His eyes were still closed, and she swallowed.
Oh fuck, now what? She hadn’t intended to fall asleep out here with him, but after they’d spilled their guts and he’d held her hand, she’d felt such a sense of belonging that it had stunned her. They hadn’t said another word as the hockey game played on. She’d focused on their hands, on the warmth and rightness that flowed over her. It had been comforting in a way she couldn’t ever remember experiencing.
She didn’t remember falling asleep, but she was surprised he hadn’t wakened her. No, he’d gone to sleep beside her. And now he was really beside her.
“Mmm,” he said, and her heartbeat quickened.
“Um, Chase. Chase.”
“Yeah, baby?” he whispered. “You want it again?”
Again? What the hell?
No, no. Calm down. If they’d had sex, she’d damn well know it. They had not had sex. He was asleep and dreaming. Or something.
“No, I do not want it,” she said. “It’s me, Chase. It’s Sophie. Your, um, stepsister. Kind of.”
“Whatever game you want to play, honey,” he murmured before spearing his other hand into her hair and pulling her face toward his.
Sophie put her hands on his chest and pushed. “Chase! Wake up!”
His eyes popped open then, and he looked her over in that lazy way he had. “Hi, Sophie.”
He had not let go of her ass, she noticed. “Hi, Chase. Can you let me go?”
“You sure about that?”
His erection nestled against her pubic bone, burning into her. Her body responded with a surge of heat and moisture between her legs. Her sex sizzled with electric tingles every time he shifted his hips in the slightest. She wanted to grab his ass
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