Page 75 of Heart Break Her

Permission he accepts with his lips back on mine before the words find their way all the way out. Sebastian carries me over to the couch, not breaking our kiss as we fall to the cushions.

His body is firm over mine, and he holds in place pieces of me I wasn’t aware were drifting. Fragments of a girl who spent her whole life playing by the rules, only to have her world shattered anyway by one event. One loss, and all the puzzle pieces were shaken up.

That is, until the night I first laid eyes on Sebastian standing beside my car, looking like a bad idea. Knowing he had the power to break what was left of my fractured heart, I handed it to him anyway.

His hand finds my jaw, and he tips my chin up, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I could live inside his kiss. The taste of wintergreen and whiskey. The smell of leather. The feel of paint mixing together against our warm skin. I could bottle this moment up and stay inside it.

Sebastian runs his fingers up the side of my face and into my hair, and I feel what’s left of the paint drying as it rubs through the strands. We’re making a mess all over this room, and I don’t care.

I want to paint this entire stadium with what we’re doing.

I want to let go.

Sebastian breaks the kiss, his elbows resting at the sides of my head as he hovers over me. Those whiskey-gold eyes look further in with each moment, and I know I’m in deep with him. No matter the fear or the warning signs, I can’t get enough. And when he looks at me like that, my heart hammers between my temples.

“What are you thinking?” I ask when he’s been staring at me for long enough that I realize he’s lost somewhere deep in his head.

His hand holds the side of my neck as his thumb strokes my jaw, and his gaze dips to my mouth. “I’m no good.”

“I don’t believe you.” I tip my chin up, bringing my mouth a breath away from his.

He runs a hand down my arm and wraps his fingers through mine, pulling my hand up and pinning it over my head. The other tightens where my throat meets my jaw. Not hard, but enough pressure for me to feel held down by him. And it doesn’t scare me. For the first time in a long time, I’m not floating away.

Sebastian’s lips graze my mouth ever so slightly as he moves them back and forth, brushing mine. “I’ll ruin you.”

A threat? A warning?

An offer?

I lift my free hand and brush his hair off his face.

“Please do.” It’s barely a whisper, and he swallows the words the moment they’re out, crashing his mouth into mine.

Releasing my arm overhead, he drags his hands down my sides and strips me of my shirt, unhooking my bra with it and tossing them to the side. My mind doesn’t have time to catch up to the sensation of his bare chest on mine before he dips his chin and pulls one of my nipples into his mouth.

His tongue skates in circles, building an insurmountable pressure inside me. I arch my body into his, but it isn’t enough. Nothing is ever enough with Sebastian.

Reaching down between us, I move for his leather pants, popping the button on them easily and skimming my hand over the faint trail of hair that leads down. He’s not wearing any underwear.

God, that’s sexy.

Sebastian shifts his hips away from me and drags his face to my other nipple, taking it between his teeth and biting down. I dig my fingernails into his shoulder, and he matches the pain with another firm tug.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Sebastian groans. He moves down my belly with a trail of kisses until his hands find the zipper on my jean shorts, and he tugs them off with my underwear in one sweep, throwing them in the opposite direction of my shirt.

I’m stripped completely naked, my skin splattered with the paint he smeared on me before it started drying, and he’s kneeling over me in his undone black leather pants, looking like he’s going to devour me.

His hands move for the top of his pants. “You sure about this?”

I doubt he’s always this considerate. Probably because women throw themselves at him so fast he doesn’t have a chance to ask questions. But something about the hesitation in his eyes, along with his words, makes my belly flutter.

It feels like—more. Even if I shouldn’t let myself think it.

I nod once, and he stands up to tug off his pants. Standing beside the couch, looking like a god in the flesh, his thick erection jutting out the moment it springs free—my inhibitions fly away.

He walks over to a bag of things at the side of the room, his ass flexing with each step, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so attracted to a man. The way his muscles move as he walks. How he’s dripping in paint and confidence. Owning the room and everything in it, myself included.

Sebastian pulls a condom out and walks back over to me, kneeling between my legs. My heartbeat throbs between my thighs in anticipation. This isn’t like the first time, all careful and slow with kisses. There’s an unspoken need humming between us, and I feel like he wants to be inside me as much as I need him to be.

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