Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and roll it over my forehead, allowing the coolness to ground me for a moment. Perhaps it’s not too late to return to school, find a roommate, and secure a summer job. My sister would love it if I came home, and I should. She needs me. The weight that I carry, worrying about her alone in the house with him.
But going home is not an option. I’m not on speaking terms with my mother, let alone the reason I left in the first place. My stepfather is a real winner. A heartless asshole who thinks hitting a woman is okay. Shaking it off, accepting the predicament I’ve put myself in, I grab my bag and head upstairs to find a spare room. The house is massive—far too big for one person.
I make my way down a long hallway, the bass thumping through a closed door that I assume leads to Noah’s room. I continue on, pausing at the last door on the right. When I push it open, the bold scent of cologne teases my senses. A king-size bed takes up the center of the room, silver sheets shimmering under the light, tempting me to feel how luxurious and soft they are. I take in the tall dresser and a lounge chair tucked neatly in the corner, then my eyes drift to the en suite. The door is slightly ajar, offering a glimpse of a spacious shower enclosed in pristine glass.
“Are you lost, or is this my lucky night?”
I spin around so quickly that I nearly lose my footing. Before I stumble, a large hand catches my arm, steadying me. A tremor ripples down my arm. I look up, and even in the dim light, it’s impossible not to notice how stunning the man is. His features are magnetic, taking my breath. For a moment, I forget how I ended up here in the first place.
“No, I’m sorry. I was just looking—”
“And you thought you would find it in my bedroom?”
His lips press together as his eyes drift over my body. My breasts tighten under my lace bra, the sensation sparking a need I can’t ignore.
His bedroom.
Noah’s father.
A rush of warmth coils deep inside me. He’s still holding my arm, and my skin tingles under his touch. His gaze finally lifts to meet mine, then hovers over my lips. He steps closer, and I catch the faint scent of alcohol on his breath.
“What’s your name?”
“Georgia,” I answer, my voice betraying a slight quiver.
“Georgia. Like the peach.” His thumb traces slow circles on my skin. “So, what is it, Peach? Have you found what you’re looking for?” His warm breath brushes my cheeks, sending a nervous flutter through me as I struggle to find the right words. He lets out a dark chuckle. “Well, not sure how you got in here, but I’m willing to venture you’re here to fuck.”
He leans in, our lips a whisper apart. My heart thrashes against my chest. His fingers dig into my arm, and my eyelids feel heavy. He dips his head, and I know I’m going to let him kiss me. Noah’s father. I’m going to let him—
“Noah’s girlfriend,” I rush out, finally finding my voice.
His body stiffens, his grip tightening enough to sting, then he drops my arm like it’s on fire and steps back. “I thought you were—what the hell are you doing in my bedroom?”
“I—I was…” How am I supposed to admit I was looking for a spare room since I royally pissed off his son? “I got lost. The house is so big.”
He steps back again, brushing his hand over his mouth. “Get out.”
My tongue feels thick in my mouth. “I’m sorry. I…” I hurry past him.
I’m nearly at his door when he calls my name. I shift to face him. “None of my son’s guests are allowed in this part of the house. Do you understand me?”
I nod and make my exit, rushing down the long hall. Finally finding a room to escape into, I undress and climb into bed. My body buzzes. Nerves, confusion… something else. The presence of his touch still lingers. My cheeks flush as I remember the heat of his breath and the way he looked at me—like I was a secret the world had kept just for him.
Oh, shut up, Georgia. You’re nineteen.
But he hadn’t known that. He thought I’d been waiting for him, ready to fuck.
Biting my lip, I pull back the blankets over my legs. What would have happened if I hadn’t confessed who I was? The way he said, “Fuck,” had lit a fire inside me. The thought of him towering over me, his experienced hands on me, working me in ways I’ve never felt before… stretching me to fit him. I reach for a spare pillow, tucking it between my thighs, and squeeze the material, needing to release some pressure.