Page 185 of Breaking Point
A whistle cuts through my thoughts as Cindy calls out, “Get a room!”
Bella pulls back, her lips swollen and pink. She places a hand on my chest, her own rising and falling rapidly as she swallows.
Spinning to Cindy and Asher, I smirk. “You’re in it, Cin.”
Her mouth pops open to form an O as Asher throws his head back with a laugh. “Come on, let’s give them some privacy.”
Cindy winks at Bella. “Have fun.”
“See you at practice tomorrow!” Asher calls out before he scoops a giggling Cindy into his arms. “Bill me for any damages!”
I don’t move an inch until I hear the front door close. Even then I remain motionless, standing in my living room with strobe lights flashing, a panting Bella behind me in nothing but my goddamn jersey.
It takes everything within me not to ravish her as I slowly turn around.
Bella’s eyes are wide with part shock and part heat. I can see the war raging in her mind, can see the battle of whether to let go or not.
I’m counting my lucky fucking stars that she takes even so much as a step toward me so I can do something about the tension that has been building since the moment we laid eyes on one another.
I didn’t taste alcohol on her breath when I kissed her, so I know she’s fully sober. She must have just kept Cindy company while she drank, no doubt to make me feel more comfortable, and that just makes me want to bend her over the counter and fuck her as a thank you even more.
What is it about her in my jersey that has shattered my control and made me utterly feral for her?
The battle shifts in her gaze and I can feel her slipping through my fingers, can feel the utter devastation beginning to wreak havoc on my body. I know she wants me—I can see it. But her fear is overpowering it.
“Celebrate with me,” I blurt out.
Her brow quirks. “Depends on what you have in mind.”
Her voice.
That goddamn sinful fucking voice is husky and full of raw hunger despite the walls coming up over her eyes.
“With you, I have a thousand ideas of what I want to do, but let’s just settle on a bonfire,” I huff out, forcing myself to pivot on my feet and walk away.
Because if I stand there any longer, with her chest rising and falling, those plush lips swollen, her body teasing me beneath the jersey, I won’t be able to stop kissing her.
Bambi snores softly at my feet as the crackling fire keeps all three of us warm. Bella and I are sitting side by side, our thighs grazing ever so softly as we share a blanket. Her head is tipped back, her eyes never wavering from the shining stars above, while mine can’t leaveher.
I can’t seem to stop myself from soaking in the utter perfection that is her.
It’s why when she asks, “Why did you keep firing the chefs Lucy hired for you?” I end up telling the truth.
“Drew worked as my personal chef.” My gaze doesn’t leave her soft features as she turns her head toward me. “After he passed the mere thought of eating anyone else’s cooking made me physically ill.”
“But you ate mine.”
“Yours…is different.”
She cocks her head. “How so?”
My lips twitch. “You revived my hunger.”For not only food, but life.
Her hand, wrapped around a piece of the soft gray blanket, tightens. “I’m glad I could be that for you,” she whispers.
“I’m glad too.” I snort. “My stomach is as well. I was living off UberEats for months.”
“I imagine that’s not good for an athlete.”
