Page 44 of Heartbreaker

Exactly what the song needs.

He’s so good.

We play around with lyrics and melody for the next hour, with him guiding me on the guitar as I find the soul of the song.

Why is it so easy with him?

It’s like he breathes the music. It’s part of him, and despite my ongoing irritation with how he walked out on me, my heart breaks a little too. The weight of what he lost is never as tangible as it is in this room, right now, and I just want to hug him. Kiss him. Somehow make it all better.

I know I can’t.

Nothingcan.

But I desperately want to.

And it’s reflected in the lyrics we write, even if neither of us wants to acknowledge it.

Stolen moments, cold as sin

Remember to never do this again.

Heartbreaking aura, skin on skin,

This is all we have

Remember baby—never again.

“I like this,” he murmurs.

His tone is gruff, heavy, almost the same voice he used when was inside of me.

Good gracious, what am I doing?

I feel a little flushed with him leaning over me, his left hand covering mine and occasionally taking over the fret work. It’s hard to concentrate when he’s so close, the scruff of his beard occasionally brushing against my cheek. Having him this close is intoxicating, no matter how many times I tell my traitorous body he’s bad news.

My body only remembers the good things. The orgasms. The kisses that rocked my world. The caresses that made me feel more alive than anything other than being on stage.

I’m so lost in my memories of our night together that my fingers fumble over the chords, I can’t remember the lyrics we just added, and I stop abruptly.

“Sugar biscuits,” I mutter, shaking my head. “I don’t know what…I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right.” His tone is as gentle as the hand resting on my shoulder. “We can start over.”

“I just…” I lift my gaze to find his mouth inches from mine.

And the world stops.

I’m momentarily…mesmerized.

Oh no.

This isbad.

“I want…uh, I don’t think…” Why can’t I form a sentence?

Probably because those gorgeous blue eyes are filled with raw, unadulterated desire.

No-no-no.

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