Page 62 of Pretty Heartache

I don’t know their intention with Adeline or their reasons for being at the club last night, whether it was by chance or with purpose. Either way, I can’t take any chances. I won’t risk Archer’s reckless choices spilling over into Adeline’s life, putting her safety at risk.

She still hasn’t shared with me her real reason for moving back here, but part of me knows it must be serious. There’s a vulnerable part of her life—one she hasn’t shared with me. Archer, either, I suspect. But something tells me she came here for solace, for change, even if it wasn’t ideal. She came here to run away from her life back in LA.

Beneath the surface image Adeline puts on, the one of a model with the perfect life, lives a vulnerable, fractured woman. She’s shown me glimpses over the past few months, and now we’re closer than we’ve ever been, I’m hoping she’s willing to let me in just a little more.

My cock swells when I feather my fingers across her skin. I start at her breast, circling her hardened nipple. She squirms, slowly awakening under my touch.

“Mm,” she moans, her eyes shut as her mouth lifts into a satisfied smile. “Keep going.”

“You don’t like it when I stop, do you?” I tease, flicking my fingers over her nipple. Her legs shift under the sheet, pulling it farther down her hips, revealing what’s underneath. She’s completely bare and open for me.

Good.

“No.” She shakes her head. “I don’t.” Her eyes are still closed, but her mouth falls open. Arching her back, she writhes, her body begging for me.

“Aren’t you sore?” I ask her.

“Very.”

“But you don’t want me to stop?”

“Absolutely not.” Her eyes open, and she rolls her head to the side. “I like the way it feels when you touch me.”

“Tell me where,” I demand.

“Where?” Her eyebrows dip, and her breath hiccups as I circle my finger around her belly button. Her eyes flutter closed before she rolls her gaze back on me.

“Tell me where,” I repeat.

I drag my finger over the curve of her hip, already knowing she’s soaking wet for me. Liquid heat fills my groin. My dick is already hard as a fucking rock. It isn’t difficult to pull this reaction out of me when I’m around Adeline.

“I like it when you lick my nipples and touch my pussy.”

My cock twitches. Well, her confession is a pleasant surprise.

“Your pussy, huh?” I raise my eyebrows and slip my fingers between her thighs. I don’t quite reach her slit just yet. I’m loving this game we’re playing.

Her arms slink across the pillow underneath her head.

“Yes.” She sighs, her eyes widening. “But I like it more when you’re inside it.”

I chuckle. “I love how bold you are, Adeline Mayfield.”

“I haven’t always been this bold.” She blushes.

I play with her slit, sliding my finger between her soft flesh before I lean forward and lap my tongue over her hardened nipple. I want to press her further on why she’s suddenly bold with me when she hasn’t been in her past, but I don’t want to ruin this with her. I want to savor this moment.

I circle my tongue over her nipple, then sink my teeth into her supple flesh.

“Oh, God. Yes...” she whimpers, arching her back. Her chin is tilted high, and her head is buried in the pillow. “Please, Micah.”

“Are you sure you’re not too sore?” I ask her.

Once we left the parking garage, I sped through the rest of downtown Boston, attempting to get home as fast as possible. Part of me wished I’d taken my motorcycle to keep me from hitting as many red lights as we had, but I still made it home faster than usual. We barely made it inside the front door before I bent her over the kitchen counter and fucked her from behind.

Afterward, I’d carried her upstairs, where I pulled her into my room and we disappeared for hours, only to wake a few minutes ago to the morning sun.

“No, I’m not too sore.” She moans. “I can handle it.”

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