Page 96 of Heart Break Her

The tub is in the center of the room, completely exposed, and Sebastian strums a guitar in his underwear from the couch in the bathroom because, of course, he has furniture in his bathroom. Some assumptions about rock stars are there for a reason.

I rest my head back and listen to him play, humming along when I don’t even know the lyrics. Swishing my feet through the bubbles and sinking deeper into this moment.

“Is that the Angel of Death song?” I ask, looking up.

He rests his hand over the guitar, pausing the song, and shakes his head. “No, something else I’m working on.”

“Care to share?” I smile and kick a bare leg out through the bubbles and up into the air, noticing his eyes travel the full length of it.

“Not yet,” he says with a grin.

“Come on.” I turn to my side and prop my arms on the edge of the tub so I can rest my chin on my forearms and face him. “Just one line. I promise I won’t steal it.”

Sebastian smiles, dropping his chin and shaking his head. “Not fair.”

“What?”

“You’re naked, it’s lowering my defenses.” His eyes dart up so he’s looking at me through the strands of his thick, blond hair.

I scoot back and stretch my arms out along the tub behind me. The bubbles perfectly cascade over my chest so that I’m bare outside the water, but he can’t quite see anything.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, rock god,” I tease, kicking a leg up again to cross it over the other.

“Cassie.”

My name. A threat.

He tips his head back and rubs his palm over his face. “Fucking shit, you make it impossible to focus.”

“I’m the one in here taking a bath. You could just as easily choose one of the other ten rooms in this house to practice in.” I smile, and he sets the guitar down. His elbows are on his knees, and his eyes look like they want to devour me.

“You’re taking a bath,” Sebastian says. “As far as I’m concerned, this is the only room worth being in.”

I lift an eyebrow. “Sounds like your problem.”

“More than you know.”

Sebastian stands, circling the tub slowly until he’s right behind me. He squats down, and I feel his breath on my ear. He might as well be running his fingers all over my body without laying a hand on my skin.

I can feel the heat radiating from his bare chest, even from the other side of the tub, and it makes me squirm.

“Nervous?” Sebastian teases.

He brings two fingers to my collarbone, slowly walking them over the ridge of my shoulder and down my arm.

“No.” I close my eyes and realize the word came out almost as a whisper.

I feel those two fingers walk through the bubbles on my skin, down my arm, inching in when he reaches my breast. Slowly creeping up the mound before he clamps my nipple between his finger and thumb.

“Sebastian,” I warn. “Aren’t you supposed to be working on music for a new album or—”

He pinches again but tugs this time, and it makes my sentence cut off in a scream.

“All work and no play…” he says in my ear, and I feel it all the way between my legs.

His hand moves further. His fingers walk their way between my breasts and slowly down my stomach. Tiptoeing around my belly button and pausing just at the apex between my legs.

He might as well have turned up the temperature of the water because my insides are boiling. I instinctively lift my hips and he flattens his palm against me to press them back down.

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