Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Somewhere more comfortable?” he asked.
Chloe nodded, leading him to the family room with a U-shaped sofa and two large club chairs with ottomans. The emotional distance between Chloe and Beck was tangible, and she was tempted to sit in one of the chairs and keep herself safe. In case he just wanted to talk and end things on a friendly note. Nausea filled her at the thought.
No sooner had she taken a step than Beck grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the sofa, bracing his hands on her shoulders.
“I need you close.” He swallowed hard. “To say what I have to say, I need you here.”
At his admission, she dropped to the couch and took a seat.
He blew out a relieved breath, settling in beside her. “I fucked up. When you told me how you felt, when you said that you loved me, it scared me, so I played dirty. I threw your life back in your face and dismissed your feelings like they were nothing more than a stupid mistake.” Reaching out, he grabbed her hand and pulled it onto his thigh. “I’m sorry.”
His touch felt too good and his words were just that. “Is that why you’re here? To apologize? Fine. I accept your apology but I wish you’d sent a text or an email.” Anything that wouldn’t have gotten her hopes up, and she attempted to yank her hand away, but he held on tight.
“Can I finish before you rip into me?” he asked.
She forced herself to relax, listen, and not jump to conclusions. “Go on.”
“I love you, Chloe.”
She stilled, certain she’d heard him wrong. “You love me. As in…”
“Cross-it-off-the-bucket-list love you. Yes.” He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. “But I couldn’t handle it. I was afraid to admit it and petrified about possibly losing you, too, one day.”
At the mention of his sister, she lifted her head and met his gorgeous green gaze. “What changed?” She wanted to understand and needed proof he wouldn’t panic later on and push her away again.
“I went to see my parents last night. Dad got out of the hospital yesterday,” he said.
She nodded. “I know. I spoke to your mom around lunchtime.”
“You did?” he asked, obviously surprised.
She couldn’t believe he’d think she could walk away like he had. “Just because we aren’t together anymore doesn’t mean I don’t care about them. I wanted to know how your dad was doing.”
“Thank you,” Beck said, his expression soft and filled with gratitude.
This Beck was so easy to love, and her heart pounded in her chest, suddenly filled with hope.
He stared into her eyes. “Mom had a lot of wise words. Things I should have listened to years ago but I…” He shook his head. “I wasn’t ready to hear.”
“And you are now?”
“I am,” he said with certainty in his tone.
Certainty that had her believing.
“Your brother and I met up… We made some sort of peace. And he also helped me see I was pushing you away out of fear.”
Chloe’s eyes watered. Nothing made her happier than her brother and Beck calling a truce.
“Then Mom asked if I was hurting without you.” He now held both her hands in his. “And she wanted to know if something happened to you, if I’d be in any less pain because we weren’t together, and in that moment, everything crystallized. I can’t be without you. I need you in my life because I love you.”
Everything he said made such perfect sense, and tears filled Chloe’s eyes, blurring her vision. She knew how much pain his sister’s death had caused him, and the fact that he was able to come to her this way meant the world to her.
“I love you, too, Beck. So much.” She threw herself into his arms and pressed her mouth to his.
He wrapped his arms around her, hauling her against him, and she shifted until she was settled in his lap, her knees on either side of his strong thighs, her sex grinding against his hard erection. His tongue slid past her lips, and she finally felt like she was home.
“Hey, kids. Give me a chance to get out of here first, will you?”
Chloe pulled back and glanced at her brother. He passed through, a duffel bag over one shoulder as he headed out.
She grinned. “Bye, Xander. Thanks for everything.”
“You’re welcome, sis. Any time.” He paused and looked past her to Beck. “Take care. I’m assuming I’ll be seeing you around.”
“Count on it,” Beck said and laughed.
Xander walked out, the door shutting behind him.
“Know what I really want to do?” Beck kissed her neck.
“What?” she asked, knowing she’d do anything he wanted.
“Pack you up and take you back home where you belong.”
She leaned into him, breathing in his familiar and arousing scent. “I want that, too. But I know what I’d rather do first.” With that, she maneuvered off his lap and tugged him to his feet.