Page 58 of Break My Heart
‘Need some help?’ she asks, tossing the magazine aside and getting up from the bed.
‘I will when I’m ready to lift up the mirror. Right now I’m just drilling the holes.’
She watches as I measure and mark where the holes need to go.
‘You seem to know what you’re doing,’ she says.
‘Hanging stuff isn’t hard. You just need to measure so you get it straight.’
‘Am I going to get in trouble for putting holes in the walls?’
‘You can fill them in when you move. Just go to Hal’s. He has all the supplies you’ll need.’
‘Who’s Hal?’
‘The guy who owns the hardware store.’ I drill the holes and install the anchors. ‘Okay, ready to lift it?’
‘Yeah.’ She leans over to pick up the mirror and her oversized shirt billows out, letting me easily see down it. She’s not wearing a bra and I can see her tits, big and full and fucking gorgeous. ‘Sawyer?’
My eyes snap back to the mirror. ‘Yeah, sorry, I got it.’
We lift it up on the wall.
‘You good?’ I ask, stepping back.
She’s still holding on to her end. ‘I’m not sure it’s on right. I’m afraid to let go.’
‘Let me see.’ I come up beside her and take hold of the mirror. ‘Let go.’ She does and I adjust the mirror until it’s secure. ‘Okay, it’s good.’
I turn around and she’s right there, standing so close I almost bumped into her.
‘Thanks.’
‘You’re welcome.’ I stare into her eyes, feeling the heat between us building. ‘Anything else?’
‘I think that was it,’ she says, her voice breathy.
‘Then I guess I’ll be going,’ I say, knowing if I stay here a second longer something will happen.
‘Sawyer?’ She looks up at me and I see the desire in her eyes, the spark that’s about to start a fire we won’t be able to contain.
I keep quiet and wait for her to continue.
‘Would it be that bad if we .?.?.’ She doesn’t finish her thought, but I know what she’s implying.
‘Yeah. It would,’ I say, gazing at her. ‘But I don’t fucking care.’ I press my mouth to hers and pull her against me.
She breaks from the kiss and looks at me. ‘God, I want you so bad.’
Those are my favorite words from any girl, but hearing them from Gina? I’ve never been more turned on.
I yank her shirt off and toss it aside, then feel those gorgeous tits she’s been teasing me with all morning. My mouth goes to her neck, then back to her lips, moving fast, like I’m trying to kiss as much of her as I can before she tells me to stop. I don’t think she will. She’s hurrying to undo my belt, then my jeans, as she backs us up to the bed.
‘Shit,’ I groan as she runs her hand over my boxer briefs, feeling my cock.
I shove her shorts down and see she’s not wearing panties. What the hell? Did she plan this? If so, I’m not complaining. I’ve been fantasizing about this all morning. I slide my hand between her legs, pleasuring her.
‘Oh, God,’ she moans. ‘That feels so good.’
