Page 71 of How to Break My Heart

“I ran into him.” She throws her arms in the air again, only to remember her bare chest, covering it up immediately. “Anyways, what does it matter? You’re seeing someone, right? It’s why you rejected Ramona, which is so not cool.”

I take a step forward, closing the distance between us. It’s too easy to hold her gaze and watch her panic. “Tell me, Everleigh. Why did you make her text me?”

Like a frightened little mouse, she inches her way back to the wall. “Who said I made her text you?”

“A birdie.”

“I have no idea who would have said that. Myles’s mother said you were a very handsome man and that Ramona should date you. That’s all that happened.”

“Interesting,” I murmur, placing my hand against the wall to stop her from running. “It’s nice for an old lady to admire my handsome looks.”

“Yeah, well… that’s what happened,” she barely manages to say.

I run my thumb against her bottom lip, observing her breathing as it falters. “Is that all that happened? You didn’t take Ramona’s phone and text me, asking me out to dinner?”

Her eyes are firm on mine. The flush of her cheeks makes me desperate to remove all her clothes and taste every inch of her delectable body.

But I hold back.

Teasing her is much more fun.

“So what if I did?” she admits, but her eyes soften. “You’re seeing someone.”

I can’t look away. This hold she has over me drives me to thebrink of insanity. I tell myself to control my actions, but the longer I stare into her honey-brown eyes, the more control I begin to lose.

“Am I, Everleigh?”

She reaches out and grabs my shirt, pulling me close, and our mouths crash into a deep kiss. The warm sensation spreads throughout my body and straight to my goddamn dick at the taste of her soft, supple lips.

Just like I remember from all those years ago.

Inside the hallway, we kiss feverishly as I push her against the wall, lifting her up so her thighs wrap around my waist. I press into her to ease the throb in my pants, losing myself to the taste of her lips and barely coming up for air until she pulls back, slightly out of breath.

“Aston,” she murmurs as I bury myself in her neck, spreading kisses on her heated skin. “We can’t do this. Maddy—”

I pull back, gazing intensely. “Even more reason why we will. You think my sister is going to stop me?”

Everleigh catches her breath, staring deep into my eyes. “But… you’re off-limits. I can’t betray Maddy. If she knew we kissed years ago and I kept it from her all this time, let alone finds out we’ve, you know, fooled around, it won’t end well. You know how sensitive she is about feeling betrayed.”

“Madelina doesn’t need to find out,” I state firmly. “It’ll be our little secret. Besides, we’re adults. What I do is none of her business.”

“It is her business if you’re doing her best friend.” Everleigh gasps. “I don’t want to lie to her.”

“You’re not lying if you don’t say anything,” I murmur.

The apartment is small enough for me to figure out the living room is a few steps away. With my hands lifting her body, I carry Everleigh to somewhere more comfortable, refusing to pull my mouth away from hers.

Our kisses deepen, soft moans escaping her beautiful lips as we come up for air, breathless, with our attention anchored oneach other. I want nothing more than to own her entirely, but I savor the moment until I’m sitting on the sofa. Without a second thought, I pull her down so she’s straddling me.

The light coming from the hallway filters through to the living room, enough so I can see her clearly. Even in the dark, her beauty radiates, and all I want is to slide myself inside her and watch her come on top of me.

My hands rest on her hips, but the urge is too strong to fight. Slowly, I lift the bottom of her tank and pull it over her head, exposing her tits.

Fuck, they’re perfect.

I grab her hips again, pressing down to alleviate the pressure in my pants. Everleigh’s weighted gaze falls upon my lips, hungry and impatient, while her chest rises and falls. I beg myself not to hurt her, but the animalistic side of me wants to ravage her.

My mouth moistens as I cup her tits in my hands, caressing them with a groan passing through my lips. At a teasingly slow pace, I wrap my tongue around them and watch her crumble.