Looking for a great weekend read? Don’t miss DIRTY SECRET by Emma Hart!
Conner Burke never expected Sofie Callahan to come back. Where she’s been for the last two and half years is a mystery, and so is the reason she left in the first place. Now, though, she’s back in their hometown of Shelton Bay, South Carolina, at the same time Conner’s band Dirty B. is home on a tour break. Conner has questions, and when his broken heart and her guilty one collide, Sofie has to start answering them. Their present is rocky, their future unknown. Only one thing is certain: Sofie’s daughter will change everything.
I stop at the edge of her yard. There’s no defining line, so it spills over into the woods, which always made it easy for her when she’d sneak out to meet me.
I lean against the nearest tree and inhale deeply. Shit. No. This isn’t about how I loved her. It’s about why she left me. It’s about why I’m standing here, half an hour after getting home, floundering like a little bitch outside her house.
With another harsh inhale I push off the tree and storm up to her back door. I rap my knuckles against the glass before I can change my mind. And again when an answer doesn’t come.
I’m lifting my fist for the third fucking time when it opens.
And she’s there.
Blonde, wavy hair, wide blue eyes, quivering pink lips, shaking hands My eyes drink her in. I run my gaze over every inch of her like a man starved, desperate for the only thing that will ease the pain. Shit, she’s fucking gorgeous. Even more than I remember. She’s not the girl I fell in love with, all awkward and soft.
She’s a woman now, smoothly curved in all the right places, rougher, sexier.
I bring my eyes to hers and see the shock there.
She’s still my fucking Sofie.
She parts her lips but nothing comes out.
“I have to sort things here.” She drops her hand from the door and wraps her arms around her waist.
“Then what, you’re going again? Disappearing like you weren’t ever here?”
“I haven’t decided what I’m doing,” she whispers. “I just got here yesterday.”
I run my eyes over her face. Those lips. Fuck. Over two years, and I want to kiss them as much as I did then. “Took you fuckin’ long enough.”
“How do you know I’m here? You just got back yourself.”
“Keepin’ tabs, Sof?” I lean against the doorframe and raise my eyebrows. “Leila told me you were here.”
“I thought as much. And no, I’m not keeping tabs on you, Conner. Why would I?”
I lean forward, and unable to resist, I push some hair back from her face. “I don’t know, princess. You tell me.”
Just when I think he’s going to step back, he grabs me and tugs me to him. His lips are on me once again, searing into me. His hands are gripping me tightly, his fingertips burning my skin.
I hold the collar of his shirt, leaning up on tiptoes as he kisses me roughly. His hands are under my shirt, tugging up, and mine are doing the same to him, and we part. We come back together, bare skin against bare skin, and I wind my fingers into his hair.
He pulls me back toward the door and grabs my thighs, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me upstairs, his lips traveling down my neck, his fingers digging in harder and harder, no time for tenderness.
With a shove, my childhood bedroom door opens and we drop back onto the bed. His lips on my skin and his hands up my sides have me burning red hot. He bites my bottom lip, flicking his tongue over the sting, and slides his hands inside my pants. He pushes them down my legs with my underwear and shoves them to the floor behind us.
“Condom,” he murmurs.
“Pill,” I murmur back, pulling him toward me.
I unbutton his jeans, shoving them down his thighs with my toes, and he lies on top of me. His body is hard and hot, heat spreading across my skin where his chest connects with mine. My hands trail across his back, feeling his muscles flexing beneath my fingertips when he chucks his boxers to the side.
He picks my legs up and pushes them open, the end of his cock resting against my opening. He pushes into me, and it hurts, it stings, but that’s good and it’s bad. I hold him tighter, fighting the clenching of my muscles as he thrusts.
Fast and furious, driven by our anger and frustration. From our kiss to our touch to his movements inside me, it’s unrelenting. It’s painful and soothing, chilling and thrilling. It’s a dream and memory mixed into the past catching up with the present.
It hits me like an explosion, and I cry into his mouth as the pleasure pulsates through my body. He tugs my hair, and with a few final desperate thrusts, he comes hard, his lips pushing against mine almost painfully.
But it’s a relief, because this is it, this is what we needed. It’s what we always need.