Page 27 of Heartbreak Hero

He took her hesitation as her consent, and perhaps it was. She didn’t know, nor did she care. All she knew was that heat was pooling between her legs and her nipples were pressing against the pink button-up pajama blouse.

Levi reached her and she stepped back. Then he followed. Lifting a hand, he brushed the back of his fingers where the material covered her nipples.

She released a breath.

He fisted the hair at the back of her head and held her still.

She parted her lips and lost her breath when his head swept down.

His mouth took hers, and she whimpered. When his fingers unbuttoned her blouse and palmed her breasts, she was gone.

She tore at his tux and he shed her of her pajamas. Once they were both naked, he carried her to the bed and sat with her over him.

He stilled.

She paused, and she watched as his eyes ran over the bruises on her thighs.

Something dark and dangerous flashed in his eyes, and she took a breath.

“I was attacked in the alley after work,” she whispered, tracing his lips with one of her fingers.

His throat bobbed in a hard swallow as if he couldn’t find the words.

“Nothing happened, my boss came out and chased them away,” she assured him.

He ran his fingers over the bruises as if he didn’t believe her, but she didn’t want to think about that night. She wanted to lose herself in his touch and wipe away the memory completely.

Sara gyrated her hips down, pressing on his cock and grinding.

His hands gently gripped her hips as if to slow her down, but Sara didn’t stop.

She wanted him. Reaching between them, she grabbed his hard, thick cock and placed it between her legs before sliding deliciously down to take him to the hilt.

This time, it was Levi who groaned.

“When do you work next?” Levi toyed with the silver ring on Sara’s pinkie.

It was just before daybreak, but light was beginning to filter in through the balcony door glass.

“Next shift is Monday.” Her voice was smokey and low and sent his dick throbbing.

“So, you have the weekend off?” He rolled to his side, facing her.

“I do.” Sara gave him a soft smile and he felt his chest tighten.

He touched one finger to her lips and traced their lushness. He wanted her again.

He had zero rational thought when it came to Sara. He gazed at her across the small distance, her sleep-mussed hair, her lovely big eyes, and her mouth.

When he was near her, he became out of fucking control.

Take last night, for instance. He had only wanted to talk with her. He had wanted to just look at her, but that plan had flown right out of his head the minute he saw her gazing at him from her balcony. All thought was lost when he spotted the path up the side of the house.

With only one goal in mind, he had scaled the side of the house as if it were monkey bars at the park.

He needed to kiss her like he needed air to breathe. With her nipples poking against her pajama blouse with desire for him, how could he have possibly stayed away? He knew in his gut that she wanted him just as fiercely as he wanted her.

The bruises on her legs and thighs turned his stomach sick…those fucking blemishes still sparked cold fear and anger.

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