Broken Free (The Broken Series) by Azure Boone Page B

was his problem? This was Sarah. They were adults now. Things were different. She was… He opened the door a crack and froze at seeing her sitting on a bed. Shit, she was definitely a woman now.
    She jolted toward him as he stepped in and shut the door. “Hey,” he said.
    Seth was awestruck with her beauty as she slowly rose, her green eyes brilliant with make-up.
    She bit her full red lower lip and he remembered how fragile she was. “You look…pretty.” Seth scratched his cheek while he continued to stare at her. His eyes moved with ease over her. “Really pretty,” he added, feeling like pretty by itself was wrong.
    She smiled the most beautiful smile and looked down. “Thank you,” she sort of sang softly, her accent coming through. He smiled at hearing it. He loved her accent, he realized. She used to sing this Spanish song to him. She didn’t remember what it meant, only that her mother sang it to her when she was very young and she’d sing it softly and quietly to him sometimes when things were really bad.
    His body tensed with the urge to touch her. She stood next to the bed seeming unsure of what to do. That made two of them. Touching her had never gotten easy because of the things he was forced to do. No matter how much he told himself it wasn’t his fault, that he didn’t mean it, she didn’t hold it against him, she knew he cared, he still hated himself for it.
    And now, so much time had passed between them. What did she think about all that shit now? “Thank you,” he whispered.
    She hit him with a direct gaze and his breath caught. He knew if he just looked in them, he could forget again. The urge to play that pretend thing was coming over his body. Only he didn’t really need to pretend anymore.
    She walked the few steps that separated them and Seth found himself stuck in stupid. He could only stand there and stare. Fuck, she was beautiful. Without warning, she plastered herself to him, her whole body. Hugging him tightly.
    Seth slowly closed his eyes, feeling. With tender hands, she stroked over his back and s nuggled her face into his chest. She mumbled into his shirt and he put his arms around her. Kissing the top of her head was as logical and easy as breathing. Then he realized she was singing that song. For him.
    They stood there forever it seemed just comforting each other. It was the most amazing feeling, the most strange. Any second it’d all be beaten out of them. That’s what their bodies told them and so they continued hugging tightly, for as long as they were allowed, not a second less. But nothing or nobody came to stop them. So they didn’t stop.
    Seth didn’t know when things changed. It was like some switch went off in both of them and he wasn’t sure why or how. Her fingers became eager. With sensual purpose. He wasn’t familiar with that. Not with her. Nothing had ever been pleasurable, not physically. Emotional comfort was the most they’d managed all those years ago. But what he felt in her touch now, was different from what he’d ever felt. It was …sexual desire.
    C ould he really ever have that with her? Judging by the throbbing ache in his cock, yes. Yes he could. And he wanted her. Now.
    His hunger erupted and before he could worry if it would scare the shit out of her, she answered with her own, climbing his waist, holding his face in her hands, kissing him like she’d waited five lifetimes to do it and had rehearsed it perfectly.
    He remembered the door was unlocked the second it opened. He spun with Sarah who dropped off of him so fast, he had to catch her.
    Sofia stood there, wide eyed. The tremble in Sarah’s body said her nightmare had returned, come to take Seth away. She hid behind him.
    “I’m sooooo sorry, I’m leaving. I’ll lock the door.” S ofia blindly turned the lock and Seth felt like a dummy for not doing that. That could’ve been Dara walking in. He didn’t want to hurt her. Fuck, he still wasn’t sure what to do. Feelings warred