Reed Hopewell is a lot of things to a lot of people . . .
To his parents, he's the son who needs to get serious. To his friends, he's the player they all want to be. And to his fans, he's the hottest rocker in Charleston. But never has Reed been anyone's hero-until the night he finds Hope.
Hope Dawson can count the number of men she trusts on one hand. Definitely not the guys she goes out with or the stepfather who treats her like property. She'd be out of his house tomorrow if not for the need to protect her little sister. But when things at home go from bad to worse, Hope has to act fast-and Reed is the only person she can turn to . . .
Her sharp intake of breath gave her away, as cool and collected as she tried to remain. He hadn’t kissed her today, and he’d had a million chances. Was that about to change?
As if reading her mind, he continued to close the gap between them with slow, deliberate steps. His eyes were melded to hers the entire way, and when he reached her, he dropped to his knees in front of her. Without breaking his stare, he slowly placed his hands on her thighs, just resting his palms on top of her legs as he gazed up at her.
“I have a promise to keep,” he said. His voice barely registered as a whisper, and the blue of his eyes was so intense and deep that she thought she might be staring into the ocean’s depths.
She nodded numbly. “You said you were going to make sure that I never called one of your kisses ‘nice’ again.”
“That’s right,” he murmured, and he slid his hands up her legs until they were cupping her hips and sliding her forward on the leather seat. “I did say that. Did you think I forgot?”
Hope’s mouth was steadily going dry as she continued to hold Reed’s stare. “No. I just thought you didn’t want to.”
He laughed softly. “No, beautiful. That wasn’t it. I was just trying to read the moment, and it never seemed like you wanted it bad enough.”
Her eyes widened as she took him in. This gorgeous man, with the face of some kind of devious angel and what she was sure was a body to match, was kneeling before her like she was a goddess. Her vision blurred a bit as his fingers grazed the bare skin of her sides where her skin was exposed above her shorts.
He continued to hold her gaze; he tilted his head slightly, as if trying to read her expression. Then she realized he was waiting for a green light, just as he had the first night he kissed her.
“I want it,” she whispered. God help me.
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