Monster (Impossible #1) by Julia Sykes Read Free Book Online Page A

this one over and over again.  My curiosity piqued, I pulled it down from the shelf.  A Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin.
    The title seemed vaguely familiar; I was fairly sure that this had been made into a TV series.  But I didn’t allow myself time for TV, so I couldn’t be sure.  In fact, I hadn’t had time to read a book for pleasure in years.  Every time I picked up a book these days, it was to study.
    But it seemed that now I had nothing but free time, and there weren’t any medical books on the shelf.  So I carefully settled myself down on the bed, putting as much space between myself and Sean as I could manage, and I began to read.
    A few hours later, my eyes were glued to the book, roving over the pages as quickly as I could consume the words.
    “Don’t,” Sean groaned softly beside me.
    I was immediately torn from the pseudo-Medieval world in which I had been immersed and slammed back into the present.
    Sean was trembling, all of his muscles taut from some unseen strain.
    “Stop,” there was a pleading edge to his tone.
    Shit.  This could happen with oxycodone.  Patients sometimes experienced vivid dreams, and right now it seemed like Sean was trapped in a nightmare.
    I was immediately drawn to him, overwhelmed by the need to comfort him.  I reached out for him, tentatively touching his hand.  Little sparks seemed to dance over my skin at the contact.  Despite the discomfiting sensation, I grasped his hand firmly, tracing my fingers over the rough callouses on his palm.
    “ Shhh,” I said gently.  “You’re okay, Sean.  It’s okay.”
    I settled myself down beside him, stretchi ng out on my side.  I watched as the tension left him, the lines of his face relaxing as I comforted him.  As I monitored the steady rise and fall of his chest, I found myself drawn in again by the sight of him.  The rhythm of his breathing was hypnotic.  The steadiness of it relaxed me, and I found myself growing sleepy.  I had been through so much, and my body was giving in to exhaustion.  Without even noticing what was happening, I drifted off to sleep beside him, still holding his hand in mine.

Chapter 4
    I awoke feeling contented, my body pressed up against something warm.  Someone nuzzled my hair affectionately, and I sighed happily.
    Then my eyes snapped open in shock.  My body seemed to have shaped itself around Sean’s hard one, my head on his shoulder and my chest pressed up against his side.  I was still holding h is large hand with my small one.  I jolted upright, scooting away from him quickly.  That’s when I saw it: the bulge in Sean’s jeans.  His erection was obvious, straining against the thick material.  And it was undeniably large.  I licked my lips unconsciously as I stared, wide-eyed.
    “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to stare?”
    I jumped, startled out of my entranced state.  My eyes snapped to Sean’s, and my cheeks burned ret hot as I saw the amusement in his gaze.  That cocky grin was back in place.  The man knew how good he looked, his effect on women, and he was clearly conceited as hell.
    “But I don’t mind, you know,” he continued on as though not affected by my embarrassment one iota.  To the contrary, he seemed to be relishing it.  That dark flame flickered in his eyes again as they flicked down to my torso, a twisted, satisfied smile breaking out on his face as he saw that I was wearing his clothes.  Then his eyes roved upward to my red cheeks and then back up to my eyes, capturing me in his smoky gaze.
    Snap out of it!  I ordered myself harshly.  I quickly brought my walls back up, schooling my expression to a disdainful scowl.
    “Well I do mind,” I snapped.  “What have I told you about your sordid little fantasies?  They’re totally fucked up.”  I drew back from him further, resolutely not looking at his crotch.
    He reached for me quickly, grabbing my wrist.  “Claudia- ”  He began, his tone contrite.  But I