Page 52 of How to Break My Heart 1

Vanilla isn’t always so bad, now is it, Miss Woods?”

My body movements still, frozen at his forced proximity.

The kitchen becomes increasingly hot, making my breathing uneven. The scent of Aston’s cologne is so intoxicating, like a mixture of soap and masculine energy all rolled into one.

Thinking straight is… is…challenging.

It’s just a scent. Remember the man who drives you crazy. It’s all a plot to lure you into some sort of trance so you forget about his unforgivable behavior.

Then, I accidentally feast my eyes upon his lips.

It all comes back.

The night he kissed me.

The night I wantedallof him.

I suck in a breath, fixated on his tongue, gliding against his fingers before his lips wrap around them and finish the sweet treat. A moan leaves my parted lips, but this time, I havenocontrol. Underneath my skirt, moisture builds between my legs, and a dull ache torments every inch of me.

“I, um…” I’m unable to find the right words, overcome with brain fog. “Your tongue is…”

The corner of his mouth twitches as he presses into me. I feel him hard against my body, only adding fuel to the burning fire.

“You were saying?” he teases, leaning into my neck near my earlobe. “About my tongue?”

My body is ignoring any rational thoughts trying to fight their way through. With his body so damn close, the urge to taste him istoodangerous.

This is Aston Beaumont.

Get yourself together.

But Aston likes to win, and maybe just once, two can play his twisted game.

“I have work to do,” I whisper back, my voice firm, a spark of defiance flickering in my eyes. “And a date tonight.”

He pushes himself into me, lifting my hair in his fist while placing a kiss on my neck. My skin feels like it’s on fire, forcing me to close my eyes before my body betrays me entirely and combusts right before him.

“What makes you think I’ll let another man touch you?” he murmurs, running his tongue along my skin.

“I’m not yours,” I remind him while holding back my moan. “Anyone can touch me.”

Aston retracts his lips at a slow and agonizing pace. With his gaze piercing into mine, he raises his thumb and drags it against my bottom lip.

The desire to bring his mouth to mine and taste him is overwhelming, but then he runs his hand below my chin, against my chest, and continues as I take in a breath when he rests his hand on my thigh.

In a rush, I wrap my hand around his wrist, stopping him from doing anything else, but his wicked smirk becomes my damn weakness. I let go, freeing him to do whatever the hell he pleases, swallowing the lump forming inside my throat.

He slides his hand beneath my skirt and against my panties.

His eyes widen with a tortured stare, and at the same time, I throw my head back and bite my lip, desperate to control the urge to give myself to him entirely.

“Don’t do that,Everleigh.” He growls my name. “Don’t make me demand we fuck right here and now.”

My head falls forward as our eyes connect, and I become trapped in his commanding stare. I reach for his wrist again, and I pull him away this time. The loss of contact is unbearable, but watching him tortured in my presence spikes my adrenaline.

“I’m going to be late,” I inform him as his jealous stare torments me. “Can’t have the doctor sitting around waiting for me.”

He pulls back only slightly, pressing his lips together firmly. “Maybe I should send you to the doctor with your pussy dripping wet with my cum. Would that be a better solution?”