Page 51 of How to Break My Heart
I move closer, trapping her against the stainless-steel countertop. My calm demeanor is short-lived as once again, Everleigh’s presence evokes this uncontrollable jealousy within me.
I won’t allow him to touch her.
My breaths come coarser and faster until I can’t take it anymore. Fueled by the adrenaline running through my veins, I bring my hands to her thighs and lift Everleigh, so she’s sitting on the counter.
Her honey-brown eyes take me in as her chest rises and falls, with soft, shallow breaths escaping her gorgeous, pink, kissable lips. I’m drawn to the way they part, and I remember how they tasted like fucking heaven the night I gave in all those years ago.
That night, I ignored how she made me feel because I was stupid and immature.
But now we’re adults.
And I bet she will taste just as fucking sweet.
Beside me, a tub of vanilla icing sits opened. Without even thinking, I dip my fingers into the icing, then bring it to mymouth, running my tongue along my fingers before sucking it off.
She watches me take it in, eyes wide, unaware a small moan has left her lips. I’m rock fucking hard beneath my pants, desperate to taste her. This teasing is doing nothing to help the situation and is very unlike me.
I don’t tease. Women beg me to take them without any effort on my behalf.
But Everleigh is not like other women.
She’s the poisonous apple dangling from the forbidden tree. With just one taste, I’m crossing into uncharted territory. I have to—I must—be strong enough to kiss her and walk away like it’s nothing more than a game.
“Vanilla isn’t always so bad, now is it, Miss Woods?”
CHAPTER 15Eva
Vanilla isn’t always so bad, now is it, Miss Woods?”
My body movements still, frozen at his forced proximity.
The kitchen becomes increasingly hot, making my breathing uneven. The scent of Aston’s cologne is so intoxicating, like a mixture of soap and masculine energy all rolled into one.
Thinking straight is… is…challenging.
It’s just a scent. Remember the man who drives you crazy. It’s all a plot to lure you into some sort of trance so you forget about his unforgivable behavior.
Then, I accidentally feast my eyes upon his lips.
It all comes back.
The night he kissed me.
The night I wantedallof him.
I suck in a breath, fixated on his tongue, gliding against his fingers before his lips wrap around them and finish the sweet treat. A moan leaves my parted lips, but this time, I havenocontrol. Underneath my skirt, moisture builds between my legs, and a dull ache torments every inch of me.
“I, um…” I’m unable to find the right words, overcome with brain fog. “Your tongue is…”
The corner of his mouth twitches as he presses into me. I feel him hard against my body, only adding fuel to the burning fire.
“You were saying?” he teases, leaning into my neck near my earlobe. “About my tongue?”
My body is ignoring any rational thoughts trying to fight their way through. With his body so damn close, the urge to taste him istoodangerous.
This is Aston Beaumont.
Get yourself together.
