Page 83 of Break my Heart

Since waking up beside another person isn’t a normal occurrence for me, I rack my brain to try to figure out what happened. It doesn’t take long to remember making out with Hayes before being interrupted by Britt, Colby, Willow, and Maverick. We ended up at Blue Vibe, dancing the night away. Hayes pulling me up to the second floor and touching me flickers through my head like a slow-motion picture show.

The man has magic hands.

A shiver slides through me as a burst of heat dampens my core.

I crack open my eyelids and cautiously peek beneath the sheets.

While I’m naked, Hayes is still wearing a pair of black boxer briefs that hug his sculpted hips and ass. The man looks more like he was carved from marble than made of flesh and bone. He’s so finely chiseled.

I know exactly the kind of time, commitment, and discipline musculature like that takes. His physique wasn’t achieved by spending an hour a day in the gym. More like hours on the ice and a few more spent in the weight room. And then cardio added to the regimen to increase stamina.

We didn’t even make it up to the apartment before I’d been on him. As soon as the elevator doors closed, I was pressing him against the wall before he flipped us around. The way he’d knelt in front of me and taken my panties off while I’d held up my dress sends another burst of heat sizzling through my veins.

Just when I thought I’d find my release, he popped back to his feet and carried me to my apartment before stripping off my dress and watching me touch myself. Another thick shiver makes its way through me.

There’s no way I should feel so comfortable with him.

But that doesn’t erase the fact that I do.

I’ve confided my secrets to this man.

More than that, I trust him to keep them safe.

For the first time since my life imploded, I’m at peace with myself.

And that has everything to do with Hayes.

After he gave me the most delicious orgasm, we fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms.

My gaze slides from his six pack abdominals to the broad expanse of his chest. Even when he’s relaxed, everything is well defined. There’s not an ounce of fat on him.

It’s so tempting to reach out and run the tips of my fingers over every sinewy muscle.

“Whatever you’re considering, you should do it.”

I squeak as my gaze slices to his. His green eyes twinkle with both mischief and heat. It’s a lethal combination. One that makes my pulse race.

He stretches his arms above his head, and all those mouthwatering muscles tighten and lengthen.

I wasn’t lying last night when I called him beautiful.

He is.

Ridiculously so.

He folds his arms behind his head before stacking his hands beneath it. When his attention drops to my chest, I’m reminded of my naked state. As tempting as it is to cover myself, I resist the urge. The desire that darkens his eyes turns them a deep emerald hue.

There’s something about the way this man stares at me that ignites a firestorm of need deep in my belly.

It’s addictive.

Instead of overthinking matters, I pull myself up to a seated position and settle on top of him before straddling his thick thighs. His gaze stays pinned to mine as his hands remain behind his head. The only reactions I’m given are the tightening of his jaw and the tension that fills his muscles.

I still can’t get over how much pleasure he showered me with last night, taking none for himself. It makes me want to give him just as much in return.

His boxers are tented in the front and already there’s a damp spot on the cotton. I reach down and rub my finger over the wetness.

“You look good naked on top of me.”

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