Page 64 of Tuned To Break
“Because I see who you are every day. I see how you treat the guys at work, how you’ve been patient with me figuring out this relationship, how you make me feel like the most important person in the world.” She hesitates, then adds softly, “And because I’m falling in love with you.”
The words hang between us, and I see the exact moment she realises what she’s said—the way her eyes widen, breath catching.
“I... I mean...”
“Say it again,” I breathe, the need in my chest almost painful. “The part about falling in love with me—because I need to hear it, need to believe it’s not just something I imagined.”
Her eyes meet mine. That same softness is there—unguarded, hopeful, a little scared.
“What?” she asks, though she knows exactly what.
“Say it again. The part about falling in love with me.”
She hesitates for only a second this time. “I’m falling in love with you.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realise I’d been holding, and it feels like something inside me finally clicks into place—like I’ve been walking around missing a piece I didn’t know I needed until now.
“Good,” I murmur, dragging my fingers up the curve of her spine. “Because I’m already there. Completely, stupidly in love with you.”
When I kiss her this time, it’s different. Slower. Deeper. Less about heat and more about gravity—the kind that pulls you in and makes it impossible to walk away.
She sighs into my mouth, melting into me, arms winding around my neck. I shift us, easing her onto her back on the couch. She giggles as she lands, breath hitching when I press my hips against hers.
“I love you too,” she whispers against my lips, and I swear my heart actually stumbles before kicking back into gear. “Even if you are Batman’s kinky cousin.”
I bark out a laugh. “Especially because I’m Batman’s kinky cousin.”
She grins, then gasps when I roll my hips against hers—slow, deliberate. Her hands tug at my shirt, and I help her peel it off, tossing it somewhere behind me. Her fingers trace the tattoos on my chest, pausing over the one near my ribs.
“You’ve got way too many secrets inked into your skin,” she murmurs.
“Only the good kind,” I promise, lowering my mouth to the side of her neck. Her pulse flutters against my lips.
She arches beneath me, thighs parting to cradle my hips. “Jake…”
I pull back just far enough to meet her gaze.
“I’m not wearing underwear. Does that answer your question?”
“Fuck,” I groan, grinding against her. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Then die like a man and fuck me already.”
I growl low in my chest, and she laughs—until I slide my hand between us and run my fingers through the slick heat between her thighs.
Her laughter cuts off on a gasp. “Jake.”
“You’re already so wet for me,” I murmur, teasing her clit with a slow flick of my thumb. “You’ve been like this all night, haven’t you? Pretending to care about that god-awful movie while your cunt was throbbing for me.”
“Maybe,” she breathes. “I’m very good at multitasking.”
“Not tonight, you’re not.” I drag two fingers through her folds, watching her hips jerk. “Tonight, you’re only going to focus on how fucking good I make you feel.”
She moans when I slide one thick finger inside her, then another. “Jake…”
“I love how you clasp around my fingers,” I mutter, plunging in and out. “How you squeeze like your body already knows it’s mine. Thatyou’remine.”
She’s writhing under me now, eyes fluttering shut, mouth parted in a silent plea.
