Page 46 of This Broken Heart

His fingers move to encircle my wrist. “About what?”

“Please don’t make me say.”

He chuckles. “About me?”

When I don’t answer, he shifts over me so that his elbow is braced just over my shoulder. He leans down, lips grazing my ear. “I was dreaming about you.”

My gaze meets his. Pushing past my embarrassment, I slowly become aware that it's not just his hips poking into my side.

My body subconsciously sways against him, noting the length pressing into my thigh. He groans quietly, brushing his nose along my cheekbone. “Can I kiss you?”

I stare up at him for a few seconds, temporarily distracted by the heat in those dark eyes. He almost looks like he’s suffering, and it's hard to wrap my mind around the fact that I could be the source of that desire.

“Erin?”

I nod my head. My fingers reach up, tentatively threading through his short hair. He leans into my hand, kissing the inside of my wrist.

It’s a move that’s so unexpectedly tender, he crashes through the last of my reservations.

30.

Josh

She lies beneath me, looking like a gift, and I hardly know where to start.

I’m rusty. I haven’t been with a woman in over two years.

And I’ve never been with another woman.

My hand grazes along her side, following the soft curve of her waist.

It helps that she’s so different. Ana was slender and willowy.

Erin is like a juicy peach.

I know I shouldn’t compare them.

I shouldn’t be thinking about Ana at a moment like this. It’s not fair to Erin.

And I want to be here with her, not trapped in the past.

Her fingernails scratch soft lines against my scalp and she tugs me closer. I let my lips brush hers. Her tongue flicks across my lower lip and my cock twitches in response. I’m distantly aware that this is a mistake. That I need to get up and go take a cold shower.

With a cute little whimper of impatience, she pulls me closer, deepening the connection. Her tongue sneaks between my lips and I’m so gone.

All of my worries erode like sand in a windstorm.

My focus narrows down to the exact points where our bodies touch.

Her lips are plush and her body is so soft.

She is pleasure.

She is happiness.

I smile into the kiss, bringing my hand to the back of her neck. My fingers work their way up through all those pretty copper curls.

She shifts under me, drawing her thigh up between my legs, running the length of my shaft. My hips react automatically, pinning her hips to the couch. She squirms against me, taking my lower lip between her teeth.

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