LOGINSOPHIA He shot me a confused look. "I don't want you anywhere else but with me, but it's also painful when you are in the room and I'm not close to you. Yes, I'm pussy whipped" I actually laughed before I turned my attention back to my drawings, secretly enjoying the way that Blake always wanted me near him. It wasn't an overwhelming thing. It just felt good to know he wanted my company, and to know he was more comfortable when we were close. I'd never experienced that kind of closeness with another person before, so I treasured the feeling of being desired. "Even if you aren't always with me, there's no place I'd rather be," I answered honestly. "Same here," he mumured. "If I can't be intimate with you, I at least want to be close to you." My heart squeezed from the emotions that his words suddenly awakened. Blake moved me, even when he was speaking suggestively. I'd never really experienced happiness just from being in the same room with another guy, but that was exactly what
SOPHIA I sighed. "Neither one of us planned for anything to happen. I don't regret it, but Blake wasn't searching for something permanent, and I wasn't either. You understand my circumstances. I can't commit to anything long term." "Sometimes you just have to work things out," Debby observed thoughtfully. "We have worked things out. I go to my position in Boston, and he returns to Congress," I said defensively. Blake had never mentioned the future, and the last thing I wanted was to have my heart broken by the same man...again. But considering how I felt about him, it was going to be impossible to avoid the hurt when I departed. "We'll see," Debby said with amusement in her voice. "Take care of yourself, and don't push yourself to feel normal immediately. It sounds like you need to regain weight and your energy." "Oh, God. Now you sound like Marcus." I rolled my eyes. "I sound like your older sister who loves you." "Sorry. I know. It's just—I really need some distance from all
"Come for me, sweet Sophia," he directed. "Release it all." He began driving into me with powerful, deep strokes, clearly enjoying every single movement. I gently bit his neck as my peak washed over me, needing to maintain our connection somehow. Then I ran my tongue along the pulse in his neck as my body started to shake with release. Holding my bottom exactly where he wanted it, Blake pushed upward several more times, sinking himself hot and fully inside me to the deepest point. His spine curved and his head dropped back onto the pillow as he reached his own intense release. And for as long as I lived, I knew I'd never forget how stunningly attractive he appeared in that instant. We remained there together, both of us speechless as we caught our breath. I had to hold my tongue to keep from expressing exactly what I felt while he kept me on top of his body, not wanting to let me go as our heart rates returned to normal. I wished to tell him that I felt amazing. I wished to t
I smiled and moved nearer, my hands shaking as I finally got to touch him exactly the way I’d wanted to for so many years that every need I’d held inside me burst out once my palms landed on his chest, and the stopper to the container holding my feelings back finally came off. **** I was an anxious person by nature, someone who aimed for perfection and blamed herself if anything wasn’t exactly right. But the moment my hands landed on Blake’s fit, beautiful body, every thought that I had, anything that I worried about, vanished from my mind. My only thought was about the enjoyment of touching his warm, firm body until I was content. Until he was the one saying my name, asking for relief. Sure, I didn’t have much practice with that kind of thing. But with Blake, I was fairly sure all I had to do was make myself happy to make him happy. I moved my hands down his chest, following every clear line of muscle in his stomach, and then bending to run my tongue over the same lines, enjoyin
BLAKE I nodded slowly. "Yes." "I'm not sure," Blake admitted. "She was beaten up pretty badly, but if Marcus didn't mention sexual assault, I doubt it. He seemed very angry about everything they'd done to her, but he didn't mention any kind of sexual offenses." "She'll recover. She's one of the strongest people I know," I said with conviction, refusing to believe that my sister would be anything other than herself again. "She doesn't know about you two—" "Marcus will tell her when she's strong enough to understand," Blake cut in. "I doubt he'll continue to let her believe that he's that much of a jerk." He paused before adding, "On second thought, he's not exactly warm and friendly, but he isn't the type to deliberately hurt somebody either." Tears of gratitude began to fall down my cheeks. "I don't know how I'll ever repay all of you for what you've done. I was so afraid they'd kill her." "Maybe you can sleep without nightmares now," he answered in a rough voice as he put his h
BLAKE "Yes and no," I said carefully. "It's been thirteen years. Most of it is water that passed under the bridge a long time ago." "That's nonsense. It never ended. Sophia is the reason you don't get involved with more women." Sophia was the reason I wasn't involved with anyone at all. "She doesn't want to go back to that place again," I explained. "She's always thought of me as you, and understandably, she didn't like me very much." "Then change her mind," Marcus challenged. "You know you want to." "It's not that simple" "Yes. It is," Marcus cut in. "You take her to bed and make her feel good until she can't think clearly and you keep her that way. I'm pretty sure that's how our siblings ended up married." "I think it was a little more than that," I said unhappily, not really wanting to share that Sophia didn't want me for anything other than some physical enjoyment. "You can be pleasant when you want to, bro." "Give it up, Marcus." "Not until you do," he said in an annoyi
She shook her head but started talking anyway. “Natalie thinks I have post-traumatic stress.” Zane raised an eyebrow. “What do you think?” He didn’t know much about mental health, but he was willing to bet that most people who went through what Ellie had would show signs of post-traumatic stress.
“I have to cut my hair,” she murmured. “It’s damaged, and to get it healthy again I have to cut most of it off.” What had taken her years to grow long and healthy would be gone in minutes. Zane looked confused. “Then just cut it. It will grow back.” “It’s the only thing I’ve ever liked about how
“Believe me, I need you,” Zane said honestly, a double meaning in his words, his body reacting just from sitting across from her at the fucking kitchen table. He admitted he wanted her, but not in a way he could tell Ellie. “Will you let me pay you back from my paycheck for the car and other th
ZANE How many days had he been searching? One day had blended into the next, and Zane had been so focused on his mission that he hadn’t done anything else except drink water so he wouldn’t pass out. He was glad he had bought the new SUV a month or two ago. It was snowing heavily at this high a







