Page 43 of How to Break My Heart 1
My head begins to spin, thanks to the margaritas. “I’m tired, okay? Just go home.”
He places his hand against the brick wall, blocking my way. As he stands this close to me, I smell his aftershave. How can a man as infuriating as him smell so… so…delicious?
I refuse to look him in the eye in case he can read my questionable thoughts, but he inches closer anyway.
“You’re telling me you didn’t consider inviting him inside?”
“No…” I shake my head, still unable to look at him, and manage a lie. “I told you, I’m not into one-night stands.”
Aston remains silent, but I know he’s watching me. My breathing is ragged, and I’m sweating beneath my coat despite the cold night air.
Slowly, I lift my head to meet Aston’s intoxicating gaze. Unwillingly, I swallow the giant lump inside my throat, unable to turn away. I should be angry he’s invading my privacy, but I can’t seem to gain any clarity, and my heart is beating way too fast for me to focus on anything else.
He tilts his head slightly, leaning into my ear to whisper, “And when he leaned in to tell you how beautiful you look tonight, you didn’t envision him removing this sexy dress of yours until you’re naked in front of him, begging to be fucked?”
The intensity of his words causes me to bite my lip. My legs press together to stop the desire between my thighs, which, thankfully, is hidden beneath my coat.
“No,” I choke.
“Hmm… interesting.” He touches the pendant hanging from my necklace, then runs his finger down my chest, stopping just shy of my cleavage. My stomach flutters, and beneath my clothes and bra, my nipples harden at the touch of his fingers against my skin. “Your body appears to be betraying you.”
“Perhaps you’re reading it all wrong,” I say, finding my voice and fighting off this overpowering urge to do something Iwillregret later. “See, if I want something, I go for it.”
With a satisfied smirk, he murmurs, “A woman who knows what she wants.”
“Yes, Aston.” I look him straight in the eye and beg myself to remember all the bad things about him, and ignore the part of me that suddenly wants him…naked. “I’m tired. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
He drops his arm, allowing me to pass, but as I step forward, he stops me again by grabbing me. I glance down, focused on the tight grip around my wrist.
“Sweet dreams, Everleigh. If you need inspiration tonight, I finished twice in the shower after you left. It’s a shame you couldn’t join me.”
My heart almost falls out of my chest. I scramble to respond, but my tongue is tied because my body has now betrayed me entirely.
Then, I shift my gaze and look into his teasing green eyes. He releases his grip on me, the absence of his touch catching me by surprise.
He’s just playing. His ego is so big, he thinks he can push my buttons—and for what purpose? All we need to do is get this wedding over and done with, and then he’s back in Manhattan where he’ll forget all about me—the shiny toy left behind.
“Perhaps you’re good for something, Mr. Beaumont. Aside from being the biggest pain in my ass.” I pull out my keys to placethem in the lock but turn around again. “Tomorrow, and since you’re so eager to share your stamina in the shower with me, I expect your attendance at nine will be no problem.”
And with those final words, I enter the building and hurry to close the door behind me.
Later, when I’m tossing and turning in bed, I beg myself to fall asleep.He got to me.
And I hate him so much for it.
Thoughhateis such a strong word especially for someone who desperately needs to release this tension building down below. I close my eyes, sliding my hand between my legs. The simple touch is enough to make me moan.
Slowly, I move my fingers in a circular motion, this build inside my belly warning me it’s only a matter of moments. I bite down, squeezing my eyes shut as the desire climbs and a spread of warmth reaches every part of me.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp while arching my back, unable to catch my breath.
My body collapses on the bed, trying to come down from the euphoria. The echo of my heavy breathing is loud inside my room. Surely, this will knock me right out.
An hour later, I find I was wrong.
Another best self-induced orgasm of my life.
And the worst part of it all?
