Home is Where the Heart Is (Home #1) Read Online Free

guys in her life but, with a final tug from Jason, she gave in and followed him back inside, vowing to leave with Tate like she promised if he came looking for her.
    *
    The stench of alcohol was nauseating and so distracting, Isabelle was having a hard time focusing on the movie, with Jason watching her and breathing heavily on her face.

Why had she even come in here with him? He had avoided any and all questions she’d tried asking about their relationship and just watched her like a dog ready to devour a steak.
    She shivered as his breath settled on the side of her neck.
    “You look so hot,” he whispered, turning her face from the TV screen to his.
    Isabelle smiled at him, the foolish butterflies in her stomach going crazy. “It’s the dim lighting.”
    “No,” he slurred slightly. “You’ve always been so hot. It’s been killing me the past few months not being able to slide up against that body of yours.”
    Isabelle smiled tightly and didn’t reply, because what the hell was she even meant to say to that?
    She was regretting more and more coming into his room with him. He was definitely way too drunk for reason and the movie was almost forgotten. Soon she wouldn’t have a distraction from the hungry look in his eyes.
    She shifted uncomfortably, pulling her skirt down a little, feeling a little exposed in her short outfit alone with him on his bed. She thought she had loved him and she wanted to lose herself in his arms just one last time, but her stance on sex hadn’t changed.
    “I don’t want you to leave,” he purred as he shuffled closer and closer to her.
    Isabelle stiffened. “Jason, you’re drunk.”
    “You’re sexy,” he whispered, pressing his lips roughly against her cheek.
    Isabelle was beginning to feel too warm and trapped, confined by his big body. She knew that if she didn’t put a stop to it, this moment was going to get away from her and she would end up with nothing but regret.
    “We’ve been gone awhile, I’ve gotta get back to Tate,” she told him, her voice wavering a little.
    His hands grabbed her waist hard for a moment but then quickly relaxed.
    “Stop worrying so much about Stevens, he can survive for a couple of hours. I just want to be with you, I’ve missed you so much.”
    His hands pushed at her skirt as his lips moved sloppily on her neck.
    “Jason, what are you doing?” she asked, her voice starting to hitch. “I don’t want this.”
    “Sure you do, baby,” he slurred, smacking away her hands that struggled to push him away. “You love me, right? You want to be with me as bad as I want to be with you. I’ll be gentle, I promise, I’ll make you feel real good, you want that, don’t you?”
    “No,” she said, her voice thick with nervousness. “I don’t. Get off me. I want to go home.”
    “You said you loved me, I’m just giving you a chance to prove it,” he purred.
    Yeah, she had told him she loved him. She could still feel her traitorous heart pounding away and pining for him, but she wasn’t going to sleep with him tonight, and not just because he was drunk. It was because in all their time together he had not once said he loved her back, and she wanted her first time to be all about love and building that connection.
    “Jason, I’m serious,” she said firmly, trying to push him off. “Let me go.”
    “Just relax,” he whispered. “Let me give you your going away gift.”
    “No,” she cried, kicking out from under him so that her knee hit his stomach. “Is that what this is about? You…you get to just take what you want and then I leave so there’s no strings attached? Tate was right about you.”
    She pushed away from him and shuffled off the bed, her knees weak as she stood trembling in front of him.

“You bitch,” he snarled, moving swiftly to lunge across the bed and grab her before she could bolt.
    Fear pressed down on her and cut off her voice as his hands roughly yanked hard on her shirt until it ripped, buttons