Page 52 of How to Break My Heart
But Aston likes to win, and maybe just once, two can play his twisted game.
“I have work to do,” I whisper back, my voice firm, a spark of defiance flickering in my eyes. “And a date tonight.”
He pushes himself into me, lifting my hair in his fist while placing a kiss on my neck. My skin feels like it’s on fire, forcing me to close my eyes before my body betrays me entirely and combusts right before him.
“What makes you think I’ll let another man touch you?” he murmurs, running his tongue along my skin.
“I’m not yours,” I remind him while holding back my moan. “Anyone can touch me.”
Aston retracts his lips at a slow and agonizing pace. With his gaze piercing into mine, he raises his thumb and drags it against my bottom lip.
The desire to bring his mouth to mine and taste him is overwhelming, but then he runs his hand below my chin, against my chest, and continues as I take in a breath when he rests his hand on my thigh.
In a rush, I wrap my hand around his wrist, stopping him from doing anything else, but his wicked smirk becomes my damn weakness. I let go, freeing him to do whatever the hell he pleases, swallowing the lump forming inside my throat.
He slides his hand beneath my skirt and against my panties.
His eyes widen with a tortured stare, and at the same time, I throw my head back and bite my lip, desperate to control the urge to give myself to him entirely.
“Don’t do that,Everleigh.” He growls my name. “Don’t make me demand we fuck right here and now.”
My head falls forward as our eyes connect, and I become trapped in his commanding stare. I reach for his wrist again, and I pull him away this time. The loss of contact is unbearable, but watching him tortured in my presence spikes my adrenaline.
“I’m going to be late,” I inform him as his jealous stare torments me. “Can’t have the doctor sitting around waiting for me.”
He pulls back only slightly, pressing his lips together firmly. “Maybe I should send you to the doctor with your pussy dripping wet with my cum. Would that be a better solution?”
I roll my eyes to get a reaction from him. “And what makes you think I’ll let you come inside me, huh?”
Aston observes me with a mischievous grin. “Sweetheart, you’ll be begging me to come inside you. Mark my words.”
A vibration sounds in the quiet room. With his stare still dominating me, he reaches into his pocket and retrieves his phone to answer it. “Beaumont,” he greets coldly.
I sit in awkward silence while the person on the other end of the line is clearly having a good old rant. Bowing my head, I focus on the floor, thinking of ways to get myself out of here before my clothes come off. This phone call is the splash of cold water we both needed.
“The meeting isn’t for another twenty minutes,” Aston informs the person sternly. “I’ll fix it, trust me.”
I twist my body to release myself from his entrapment, then hop off the counter. As I press my hands on my skirt to flatten it, Aston ends his call.
He takes a step closer. “This isn’t over, Everleigh.”
Just as I’m about to tell him nothing started, a knock on the door distracts me. I glance at the clock, noting the time.
“It’s our delivery guy,” I tell him, thankful for the interruption. “You should probably go. Your meeting sounds important.”
Aston tucks his hand in his pocket, cocking his head.
Quickly, I leave the kitchen to let Jeremiah into the store. He waits patiently outside with boxes of soda and other supplies I ordered late last week.
“Hey there, Jeremiah. You’re early.”
He tips his head with a grin. “For you, I like to come on time.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I tease.
With my hand holding the door open so Jeremiah can wheel his cart full of boxes inside, Aston exits the kitchen with a less-than-pleased expression.
Jeremiah is cute. We flirt, but that’s where it ends. If I’m being honest, most girls in town think he’s cute and friendly. There is nothing I can fault him on. Perhaps he is vanilla—universally liked.
