Free A Safe Place To Fall (The Fall Book 1) by Jessica Kile

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those abs. There should be a law against being that damn hot.
    Suddenly those abs were standing and
moving around the coffee table to stand right beside her.
    Drew pulled her to a standing position
and brought her arms up to wrap around his neck. His hands found
their place on her hips pulling her against him. “I won’t
be able to do anything. Not before I do this…”
    Her breath caught in her chest as he
lowered his lips to hers. His lips were warm, moist, and coaxing.
    There are times a body can take matters
into its’ own hands without having the brain’s
permission. This was one of those times. Her hands made a fist in
his hair holding him to her, as he ravaged her mouth. A moan slipped
past her lips when she felt just how much she affected him.
    Hands on her ass lifted her until she
was forced to wrap her legs around his waist. Even as her brain said
they were crossing a line, her body responded to his rocking against
the evidence of his arousal.
    Then she was beneath him on the couch.
His lips trailing a fiery path down her neck to the valley between
her breasts hidden behind a small sleep tank then lower. Her head
fell back. Hips lifted refusing to lose contact with him.
    Lana sighed as she felt his tongue trace
her belly button. Completely lost in the moment her eyes drifted
shut.
    Suddenly it was Shawn sliding her sleep
pants down. It was Shawn teasing her most intimate places with his
breath.
    “ No,” she whimpered, shoving
his head away.
    Tear filled eyes watched Drew pull her
pants back up. He sat back against the couch, his breath coming out
fast and unsteady.
    Embarrassed, Lana closed her eyes her
heart pounding in her chest. Parts of her body were screaming their
protest of unfulfilled desire. It was then she realized just how
messed up her head really was.
    “ I’m sorry,” she
whispered.
    Drew raked his hand through his hair.
“No, I’m the one who’s sorry.” His other
hand trailed up her leg to her knee. “I never meant to take
things that far.”
    Lana sat up as she tugged her tank back
down to cover her stomach. “It’s not you. I thought I
could..”
    She grabbed her books from the coffee
table and tried to dart for the door.
    He somehow made it around her and was
blocking her path. “Don’t leave. I’m sorry I took
things too far.”
    She didn't fight when he took her hand,
tugging her closer to him. “This is impossible.”
    Drew shook his head. “Nothing is
impossible.”
    Lana backed away from him, pulling her
hand free. “I’m damaged.”
    “ Aw, Honey.” He tried to
reach for her hand again, but she held her books tight against her
chest.
    “ Don’t you get it?” she
cried, closing her eyes against the pity in his. “Every time I
close my eyes he’s there.”
    His arms wrapped her in a hug. “I’m
not letting you push me away.”
    Her gaze was focused on a stray black
hair around his collarbone. “I can’t even have sex.”
    He chuckled. “We’ll keep
things above the clothes. You seemed to like that a lot.”
    Lana’s face flamed.
    “ But for now, we have some words to
define.”
    Relieved she had not managed to ruin
things between them, Lana allowed him to pull her back to the couch.

Chapter
8

    Drew sat on the end of his couch, his
right arm wrapped tightly around Lana. They were watching some
horror movie. It had been about a week since any unwanted text
messages had been sent to her phone. He could only hope the threat
was gone.
    Lana squealed when the white masked
killer broke through an upstairs door. “Why do they always go
upstairs?” She dug her hand into his shirt in anticipation.
“I mean, really, does she think he can’t climb steps?”
    Just then the killer slashed the scantily
clad woman’s throat.
    Her “bimbo down,” was muffled
against his shirt.
    “ What’s the point of watching
this if you’re just going to hide your face at all the good
parts?”
    Not that he was complaining, he was all
for anything that had her