Page 72 of The Heartbreak List

In its place is a bit of peach fuzz and the palest scalp in the whole world. Not one drop of sun has graced this scalp. My whole head looks bigger without hair. My eyelashes and eyebrows and cheekbones are more pronounced. And I don’t hate it. It’s got an attitude and I could use one of those.

“Weird, huh?” Theo grins as he leans a hip on the counter. He turns on the tap and washes shard-like bits of hair from his hands.

“So weird.” A little more than I was prepared for. But it’s too late now. I can’t take it back. Can’t change my mind. Can barely get air into my lungs while I run my hands over my head. It prickles under my fingers. Not quite smooth, but almost.

“But you like it?”

“I do.” It feels a little like control, if I’m being honest, and that goes a long way in a world where I no longer have any. It’s liberating.

“You are so gorgeous…” He stands behind me and rests his hands on the counter at my hips while his lips caress my ear. “So intensely sexy.”

I tap my tongue to the center of my bottom lip. Rub them together to moisten them as he watches. His gaze is so intense, my pulse quickens. His hardness at my hip makes me feel sexy. Heat floods me. I spin around and he hikes me up onto the counter and steps between my legs.

His kisses are a drug. One hit and I became an addict. He explores with just the right amount of pressure and movement. A simple kiss can reach down into my core and light off a whole box of fireworks. Have me wanting to beg.

I follow the hard lines of his abs and then follow the bumps of his spine up his back. All that muscle is begging to be explored. His flesh is hot and supple under my palms. It jumps with his jagged breathing. The closer I get to the waist of his jeans…the harsher his breath gets.

His palms squeeze and knead my thighs. His fingers brush lightly against my panties before he tugs them to the side. He tests and teases me so gently while I wrap my hand around him and play with his barbells.

The crown of his cock weeps and becomes slick. It kills me that my body doesn’t respond the way it should. That as turned on as I am, I don’t get wet anymore. Pulling back, I press into his shoulders to break us apart. “We can’t.”

“Can’t what?” His voice is husky.

“Have sex.” I squirm.

He takes one side of my throat in his hand while he kisses down the other side of the column. “I can still make you come.”

I swallow, my throat lubricating itself the way my pussy should.

“Do you want me to get on my knees? Should I treat you like the seductive queen you are? One word, Indy, and I will worship you.”

“Holy fuck.” I nod.

“Yes?”

“Yes.” I lick my lips.

He falls to his knees on the bathroom floor, his mouth level with my thighs. One hand on my belly, he presses me back and I brace with one hand on the counter and one in his hair. I whimper at the first lick of his tongue along my slit.

He licks me wet with his tongue and his spit. He uses his fingers to hold me open so he can thrust the tip inside me while his thumb rubs my clit into a frenzy of sensation.

It feels so good and I feel so sexy, perched above him while he eats me like I’m his last meal.

He groans when I tighten my hold on his hair, push his face closer. “Fuck, sweetheart. You don’t know what that does to me when you assert yourself like that.”

His praise makes my chest fuzzy. My body reacts with a rush of heat. And his tongue does the rest, torturing me into an orgasm that has me gripping his hair even tighter. His responding groan against my clit sets off more pleasurable quakes. It’s such a vicious circle of sweet relief.

When it ends and he takes his mouth from between my thighs, they’re shaking. My breathing is sharp and quick.

He stands and his mouth and jaw have the shine of good head. He clasps the back of my head and kisses me. “Indy, you take my breath away.”

“I feel the same way.” I’m satisfied in a way I don’t think I’ve ever been. With me. Who I am. My decisions. And how I am choosing to spend the rest of my time. Who I’m choosing to spend that time with.

There’s a knock on the door and then it opens a crack. Sadie’s voice comes through it. “If you’re done in here…I’m ready for you to try on wigs, Indy.”

“That’s great.” I raise my eyebrows at Theo. I can’t believe we almost got caught. “Thank you.”

He winks at me, a smirk tilting up the corners of his mouth as he turns on the tap and starts to wash up. “We’ll be right out.”

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