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CHAPTER1
NOLAN
This has got to be the worst idea I’ve ever had.
What was I thinking, inviting Rose to live with us?
Keeping myself from obsessing over her has been hard enough from afar, but having her under the same roof will be impossible.
Fuck me. She’s grieving, and all I can think of is how her tight little body tempts me every second of the day.
“Are you sure you don’t mind having me?” Rose’s sweet voice meets my ear. I almost choke on my own spit.
Do I mind having her?Having her is all I can think about. Having her on the couch, bent over the kitchen table, against the wall, in my bed. I want her everywhere and all the time.
“Nolan?” She touches my arm, concern etched into her pretty features. “Are you okay?”
“Yes! Of course I don’t mind having you here. I’m glad you accepted my invitation. I don’t like the idea of you staying in that old house by yourself.”
“I don’t either. You know I love being here.”
My heart stutters when she runs a hand over her forehead, then lifts her thick, wavy golden hair to wipe perspiration from the back of her neck.
“You always make me feel at home, and you’ve already gone out of your way.”
“Not at all.” I need to pry my gaze from the light film of perspiration still covering her chest, or else I’ll have no choice but to find out what it tastes like. I’ll have to dip my tongue between those two full globes, andoh fuck, I’m staring at her tits.
“I just want you to know how grateful I am.” Her big, luminous hazel eyes turn downward before she scuffs the floor with the toe of her sneaker. “I couldn’t stand the idea of being alone, but I would never have asked to stay here instead. I didn’t want to be an inconvenience. I’m so grateful you’re doing this.”
“It’s my pleasure.” Rather, I wish itwasmypleasure. Right now, it’s more like my torture, and I doubt things will get easier. Knowing she’s here, two doors down from my room. Alone in her bed, wearing a nightshirt that barely covers her ass… or so I’ve already imagined.
If I didn't know better, I think she's deliberately trying to turn me on, leaning over a stack of boxes until her tits rest on the surface, pressed together by her folded arms. The low-cut tank top she's wearing doesn't leave much to the imagination. I have to force myself to turn away, and not only because I don't want her to notice me staring.
Much more of this, and I'll be as hard as a rock. She doesn't need to see that.
No, she's not a child anymore, but she may as well be. I've known her since my daughter marched up to me after school one day and announced Rose was her new best friend. That was seven years ago, and it's true to this day.
Liz bursts into the bedroom that until two days ago was used for storage, carrying a tote bag over each shoulder. “I think that’s the last of it. Easy peasy.”
“Easy for you.” With my hands pressed against my lower back, I groan, stretching. “You didn’t put that bed frame together or help haul the dresser up here.”
Liz merely rolls her eyes the way eighteen-year-olds without sore backs tend to do, but Rose seems to take it seriously. “I’m sorry. The last thing I want is to put you out.” As she speaks, she pulls the scrunchie from her wrist and, raising her arms, twists her thick, wavy blond locks into a bun on top of her head.
While I fight for my life, doing everything I can not to get caught checking her out. The way her pert nipples poke against the cotton encasing them, ready to burst free. The lifting of the shirt, revealing a strip of creamy skin over the waistband of her cutoffs. Cutoffs which already provide a heart-stopping view of her long, lean legs. Thighs begging to be parted, licked, even bitten until she sucks in a pained breath—
Shit. I’m half hard by the time I catch myself and turn my back to the girls. “You’re not putting me out.” Again, her choice of words leaves me choking.
It was already bad enough she consumed so much of my private thoughts. In the shower, in bed. That, I could handle, even if I felt like an old pervert obsessing over a luscious little body and a pretty face. It’s pathetic, but I wouldn't be the first man to jerk off while thinking about a girl much too young for him.
Having her here takes everything to dangerous new levels.
She's a kid who lost her grandfather, the only parent she’s had since she was five. She's alone in the world and needs help, not an old man slobbering over her.
Maybe if I keep repeating that to myself, it'll be enough to help me stop this sick obsession. That's what it is. Sick. Out of control.
“I’ll help you with the clothes if you want.” Liz is beside herself, and seeing her this happy makes all the temptation worthwhile. It must feel like an extended slumber party with her best friend. Both girls decided to take a year before starting college rather than jumping straight into the commitment, meaning they’ll have plenty of time to spend together when Rose needs it most.
I can’t fuck this up for either of them.
