Page 63 of No More Heartbreakers

I opened my eyes to see an overstuffed club chair behind him, and then we were falling into it. We ended up with me sitting in his lap, my legs trapped behind his back.

We both laughed. He leaned forward, freeing my legs.

Unwinding them, I went up on my knees, straddling him in the cozy chair. I lowered myself against him.

Oh yes.Muchbetter.

In this position, our faces were even, so for once, he didn’t have to crane his neck down to kiss me. Other things were perfectly aligned as well.

I pushed my fingers through his soft, thick hair and took a moment to just look at him. And,wow.

The gorgeous guy I’d been fighting so hard to deny my attraction to was right there in front of my face, holding me, looking at me with an expression that could only be classified as one hundred percent lustful.

Then Aric said the exact word I’d been thinking. “Beautiful.” And he kissed me again, palming my bottom with one hand and pulling me snugly against him.

His other hand went exploring. Under my sweater, stroking the skin of my back then sliding around to the front, up over my rib cage. His fingers paused at the band of my bra.

I rocked my hips forward against him, and his kiss deepened, turned more intense. His hand slid up over the satiny cup then both his hands were under my shirt, caressing me, kneading the softness he found there.

Excitement blasted through me. I rose up on my knees and pushed myself down against him more tightly, winning a groan from his chest.

Aric moved his mouth to my neck, speaking to me as he dragged hot kisses across the sensitive skin.

“God, I love this chair. I am taking this chair with me no matter where I go, even if I have to steal it when I move.”

I couldn’t help but laugh in between gasps. Moving my hands to hold his face between them, I spoke with my lips touching his.

“What about the bed? Should we make sure you’ll want to steal it, too?”

He went completely rigid, then his arms gripped me hard, almost painfully so. His beautiful face was severe.

“Heidi. Are you serious? Are you sure?”

When I nodded, he immediately stood up, holding me, carrying me toward a door at the far end of the room near the fireplace.

Inside, he set me down and clicked on a small lamp. He didn’t take me back into his arms right away, just looked down at me with serious eyes.

I didn’t want a lull in the action, didn’t want to give myself time to second-guess this or let any unwanted memories creep in. Grabbing the bottom hem of my sweater, I pulled it up over my head, tossing it aside.

Aric stood entirely still, wearing an expression of fervent concentration and desire.

Encouraged, I loosened the button on my pants, opened the zipper and let them drop, revealing black panties that matched my bra.

For a moment Aric just stared. His eyes swept over me, and then he blinked as if uncertain this was actually happening.

“Heidi.” His tone was worshipful when he finally spoke. “If you had any idea how much I want you—you’d run.”

And then he had me wrapped up in his arms, moving us toward the large bed positioned diagonally in the room.

Falling back onto the mattress, he pulled me on top of him. His strong arms held me tightly against his body. His mouth went to my neck, so readily available to him in this position. Then he covered the top of my chest in kisses and licks and soft bites, working his way down to the edge of the demi-cups.

I locked my elbows, pushing my palms into the bed on either side of his head, straining against him, trying to give him better access to his target.

“So, you’re a fan of girl-on-top,” I said, my voice hoarse.

He disengaged his mouth enough to mutter, “I don’t want to crush you. You’re so little.”

“Don’t worry. I’m tougher than I look.”

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