Page 84 of How to Break My Heart

As Everleigh sits on top of me, still in her bra and panties, I trail my finger down her chest as she unclasps her bra. The moment her tits are exposed, I bite down on my lip, using every muscle I have to stop myself from blowing right this very second. They’re fucking flawless—round, supple, perfectly positioned light pink nipples, fully erect and expressing how turned on she is right now.

She’s unaware of just how sexy she is.

And I need to show her.

As our gazes lock, the silence speaks loudly between our shallow breaths. Every forbidden fantasy of her—all of them that became a mind-fuck—is happening right in front of me.

And all those years ago, when I kissed her at the lake, I regret not taking the one thing that could have belonged to me all this time.

I could have been the only man to have ever touched her.

Toownher.

But I was young and foolish, caught up in my own insecurities, only to land right here.

My throat begins to thicken as I pinch my brows together, losing all hope of resisting the one person I’m not supposed to touch.

The one person who has this hold over me.

This one person who terrifies me.

I can’t hold back, running my fingers along her curves, taking her tits in my mouth as she moans so carelessly, arching her back. My tongue rolls around her nipple, sucking gently with a small tug of my teeth. I knead them between my fingers, unable to control my urge to ravage her, begging her silently to let me have her completely and hoping she doesn’t get scared, pulling away at a moment’s notice.

Thisfriendthing? It wasnevergoing to work.

And this time, I won’t hold back.

Everleigh’s moans deepen, pleasure and pain all rolled into one. Every beautiful sound warns me she’s close when we haven’t even begun. We have all night, and I refuse to have her leave my bed.

I pull back, sadistically waiting for her to beg.

“Don’t stop,” she pleads, pushing my head back into her breasts.

Like a hungry beast, I ravage them with a sick and twisted need to ensure she wakes up sore. I need her to feel me all over her, to be the only man she will ever think about again.

But then, she shuffles off me and removes her panties.

Fuck.

I stare between her legs.How can a pussy be this fucking perfect?

And why in the hell does this all feel brand-new?Like I’m some teenage boy experiencing his first sexual encounter.

Everleigh hovers back over me, but not before eyeing me with a knowing look. I wait for her to climb on, but she then opens her mouth to say, “We need protection.”

Fuck!I completely forgot for the first timeever.

Reaching for my nightstand, I open the drawer and remove the foil packet.

Tearing at it between my teeth in desperation, I quickly place the condom on the tip of my shaft and slide it down.

What I would do to feel her bareback.

Clutching the back of her neck, I draw her close to me, my mouth eager to kiss her deeply and have her moan in my mouth when I slide inside her.

“Do you want me to stop…” I ask, out of nowhere. “Once I’m inside you, Everleigh, there is no turning back.”

“Aston,” she breathes, sliding herself on as her mouth parts slightly.