Page 72 of How to Break My Heart 1
Teasing her is much more fun.
“So what if I did?” she admits, but her eyes soften. “You’re seeing someone.”
I can’t look away. This hold she has over me drives me to thebrink of insanity. I tell myself to control my actions, but the longer I stare into her honey-brown eyes, the more control I begin to lose.
“Am I, Everleigh?”
She reaches out and grabs my shirt, pulling me close, and our mouths crash into a deep kiss. The warm sensation spreads throughout my body and straight to my goddamn dick at the taste of her soft, supple lips.
Just like I remember from all those years ago.
Inside the hallway, we kiss feverishly as I push her against the wall, lifting her up so her thighs wrap around my waist. I press into her to ease the throb in my pants, losing myself to the taste of her lips and barely coming up for air until she pulls back, slightly out of breath.
“Aston,” she murmurs as I bury myself in her neck, spreading kisses on her heated skin. “We can’t do this. Maddy—”
I pull back, gazing intensely. “Even more reason why we will. You think my sister is going to stop me?”
Everleigh catches her breath, staring deep into my eyes. “But… you’re off-limits. I can’t betray Maddy. If she knew we kissed years ago and I kept it from her all this time, let alone finds out we’ve, you know, fooled around, it won’t end well. You know how sensitive she is about feeling betrayed.”
“Madelina doesn’t need to find out,” I state firmly. “It’ll be our little secret. Besides, we’re adults. What I do is none of her business.”
“It is her business if you’re doing her best friend.” Everleigh gasps. “I don’t want to lie to her.”
“You’re not lying if you don’t say anything,” I murmur.
The apartment is small enough for me to figure out the living room is a few steps away. With my hands lifting her body, I carry Everleigh to somewhere more comfortable, refusing to pull my mouth away from hers.
Our kisses deepen, soft moans escaping her beautiful lips as we come up for air, breathless, with our attention anchored oneach other. I want nothing more than to own her entirely, but I savor the moment until I’m sitting on the sofa. Without a second thought, I pull her down so she’s straddling me.
The light coming from the hallway filters through to the living room, enough so I can see her clearly. Even in the dark, her beauty radiates, and all I want is to slide myself inside her and watch her come on top of me.
My hands rest on her hips, but the urge is too strong to fight. Slowly, I lift the bottom of her tank and pull it over her head, exposing her tits.
Fuck, they’re perfect.
I grab her hips again, pressing down to alleviate the pressure in my pants. Everleigh’s weighted gaze falls upon my lips, hungry and impatient, while her chest rises and falls. I beg myself not to hurt her, but the animalistic side of me wants to ravage her.
My mouth moistens as I cup her tits in my hands, caressing them with a groan passing through my lips. At a teasingly slow pace, I wrap my tongue around them and watch her crumble.
“Tell me to stop again,” I murmur.
I need to hear her beg for it.
Her lips crash to mine with urgency, almost as if she won’t allow me to stop. My tongue aches to explore all of her and taste her sweet wet pussy, but I pull back slightly.
“Answer me, Everleigh.”
Her soft moans escape, but she doesn’t answer. Instead, she climbs off and stands before me, eyeing me with a lick of her lips.
I wait with bated breath.
Slowly, she gets down on her knees, positioning herself in front of me.
Fuck.
Zero chance of stopping.
She reaches out and toys with my belt, her hair sliding across her shoulder and exposing her neck. Her skin, so delicate and pure, taunts me, making it hard for me to control my urges.
