Addicted to You by Colina Brennan Read Free Book Online

with only the characters inside
her books to keep her company. About parents who never talked about
love or family and what those things were supposed to mean. She
swallowed thickly as she read and reread the single neatly-written
word.
    It said ‘Lonely.’

Chapter Seven
     
    Will lingered just outside the circle as
everyone else began putting on their coats and shuffling out into
the cool night. The creeper with the dirty cap cast him a curious
look, but Will ignored it. He knew he was doing an unconvincing job
of looking nonchalant. Namely because he was taking longer to put
on his coat than any guy in the history of the world.
    Despite what he’d said to his boss, he’d
been looking forward to coming back tonight. All week, he couldn’t
stop thinking about her. He wanted to know why she was in these
meetings, and today’s session had given him a glimpse at the
answer. Hypersexuality was as much about sex as alcoholism was
about the alcohol. People who didn’t have fulfilling family
relationships often looked for other ways to fill in the emotional
gap.
    Physical attraction was one thing, but he
wanted to understand her as well, especially after they’d written
the same word about each other’s childhoods. The more he learned
about her, the more intrigued he became. Today’s conversation had
only deepened the imprint she’d left in him.
    Of course, talking to her again was probably
a bad idea. Liking her would be even worse. Anything more than a
passing interest in her meant he would have to confess his non-sex
addiction status (although it wasn’t difficult to imagine getting
addicted to sex with the grumpy beauty) and hope not to get
punched.
    The counselor came over as he was waiting
for her to help the old lady, who was either extremely nearsighted
or extremely clumsy, navigate her way to the door before returning
to put her coat on.
    “Would you mind stacking the chairs for me?”
the counselor asked apologetically. “I am running rather late.”
    “Of course.” Will grinned, snatching at his
opportunity.
    So it was that the slowest chair-stacking
possible began, and within a few minutes, he was alone with
her.
    “Well,” said the grumpy beauty (he really
needed a name for her). She tucked a wisp of blonde hair that had
come loose from her ponytail behind her ear and gave a small, stiff
wave. “See you.”
    “Do you think it’s working?” he asked, keen
to prevent her from leaving.
    “What?” she asked. Sarcasm
laced her voice . “The so-called therapy?”
    “Aye.”
    “It must be, I guess. Do I look like I’m
having sex?” She sounded disappointed about it.
    He smiled. “Not right this second, no.”
    “Well, then.”
    “Yep.”
    He watched her hesitate, clearly waiting for
him to make a move and prolong the moment despite the awkwardness.
He walked over to take a chair that was next to her while
suppressing that nagging thread of guilt that he should just leave
and stop making things more difficult for the both of them. After
all, this girl might really have a problem, and the best thing Will
could do was stay professional and keep his distance.
    He bent to pick up the chair. Their arms
brushed, and he caught the scent of her shampoo—lavender. His
fingers closed around the edges of the chair, lifting, but his eyes
caught and remained on the way her lips had parted. A split second
later, she grabbed hold of his coat and jerked him nearer.
    He forgot every excuse he’d given himself
about not wanting her. Without a thought to reason, they were
kissing. It was even better than the teasing sensations of Will’s
dreams. It was hot and hungry and desperate, as though they
couldn’t stop. Heat shot straight down his spine.
    He dropped the chair.
    And put his arms around her (if only he knew
her name), and the kiss became frantic, determined, significant.
His chest felt full to bursting, and for a moment, he almost drew
back, startled by his reaction. But she was warm, her lips soft