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Sophia trembled against me, and I rubbed her back, not quite sure what to do. I’d never held a woman like this, but I’d seen my brother do it. Her body was pressed tightly against mine. Her tits and belly were soft and warm, and I knew if I dropped my hands to her ass, it’d be just as soft. I breathed her in, vanilla and cinnamon.

“I’ve got you,” I said, not sure where the words came from, probably a movie I’d watched. I watched a lot of shows and movies—as a child I’d been fascinated by other families, the shows with kids that made snappy jokes and had deep conversations with their parents about right and wrong—they’d helped when I’d needed to be someone else, like now. And when I got older, I’d read a bunch of psychology books as well to try and understand why I was the way I was.

She nodded and stayed tucked against me for several more minutes.

Finally, she lifted her head. “Sorry for blubbering all over you.”

She tried to step back, but I held fast for some reason, keeping her close. Yeah, I liked the way she felt pressed against me, but there was something else as well, something deep and foreign in my gut that had me holding her tighter. “Don’t worry about it. You’re okay, that’s the main thing.” In my line of work, pretending to be someone else was part of the job, and something I was good at. I’d been doing it so long, I easily slipped into whatever persona was necessary. Dean was the good guy. The nice, solid guy, and now Sophia’s hero, and needy little thing she was, she was eating it up.

To a girl like her, fairly sheltered and innocent in a lot of ways, from a family as fucked up as hers, Dean was the dream guy. I knew she liked the way I looked—women seemed to like my body—add in the nice-guy routine, and she was putty in my hands.

I had her.

And right now, I was pretty sure, she’d let me do anything I wanted to her.

Chapter Five

Sophia

I stared up at Dean. His intense green gaze had my heart galloping in my chest. He’d saved me. He’d rushed straight in here and sent Brian away.

“Thank you,” I whispered and impulsively lifted to my toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek when he dipped closer. Then I dropped my gaze, unable to hold his any longer. “I’m not sure what would’ve happened if you hadn’t come.”

He cupped the side of my face, the rough skin of his thumb brushing over my jaw. It sent shivers dancing through me. “You don’t need to think about that. You’re safe now.”

He hadn’t let me go, and I hadn’t tried to step back again. I didn’t want to. I liked being held by him. I looked back up. His head was still close, and his gaze dipped to my mouth.

“Do you think he’ll come back?” I wasn’t sure why I was whispering, but he was so close and I was finding it hard to breathe let alone speak.

He shook his head. “He won’t bother you again.”

I believed him. I wasn’t sure why, but there was that feeling again—safe. He made me feel safe. God, he smelled good too. There was something in the background, under his deodorant or whatever body wash he used, but I couldn’t place it.

“You...ah, smell really good…somehow, familiar,” I nervously blurted.

“Do I?”

I nodded, my cheeks warming. My gaze slid to his mouth without my say-so, and I quickly looked up. “Thank you,” I said again, voice shaky this time, then I lifted up on my toes and kissed him on the cheek once more, because I was so incredibly thankful, and god, right then, I couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. This was the first time we were in the same room since I’d briefly spoken to him at the bar, but all those texts, what he’d done for me tonight, I felt like I knew him, and I was scared that if I let him go, he’d leave. Embarrassingly, I thought I might fall to pieces if that happened.

His fingers flexed against my back. “Is that where you really wanted to kiss me, Soph?”

He hadn’t missed it, and the way he said my name set off more little shivers across my skin. I shook my head, because there was no point lying, not to him or to myself. His darkened gaze saw right through me.

He made a gruff sound, then slid his fingers into my hair, gathering it in his hand before tilting my head back.

“Dean…”

He closed the space between us, his mouth covering mine without hesitation. The kiss was hard, demanding, and I, god, I melted in his arms. No one had ever kissed me like that. He’d taken full control, over my mouth, over my body, and I completely surrendered.

A gritty, growly sound escaped his lips, and with his other hand he gripped my ass and hauled me up his body, like my weight was nothing, and strode across the room. My back met the wall, his body trapping mine. He tilted his head, his tongue delving deeper. He nipped and sucked my lips, then kissed me deep again. My head swam as an ache grew deep in my core.

In that moment, he could have all of me. I wanted him to take whatever he wanted from me. I hooked my legs tight around his waist, and he ground his hips against me until I was panting. He was hard, everywhere, and I whimpered into his mouth, rocking my hips, trying to get closer. My pussy ached and my panties were embarrassingly soaked.

“You wanna come, Soph?” he said against my lips.

The way he said it, the way he held me, all of it was a turn-on. “Y-yes.” If he didn’t get me off, right now, right here in his arms, I might actually fucking perish.

His fingers stayed in my hair, controlling my movements, my mouth. His thigh held me in place as the hand on my butt slid around my waist and down the front of my pj shorts and into my underwear. I gasped in surprise, even as I rocked forward against his hand. I don’t know what I was expecting, definitely slower, gentler, but he thrust two fingers deep inside me, then fucked me with them, hard and fast.

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