Page 61 of Break my Heart

One that I shove away, not wanting to dwell on it.

I chance another peek at Hayes from beneath the thick fringe of my lashes, unable to believe I’m sitting beside him in his truck. That a relationship, if that’s what this actually is, has sprung up between us out of nowhere.

If you’d told me a few months ago, even a few weeks ago, that I’d want Hayes Van Doren to kiss me, I would have laughed my ass off and told you to lay off the drugs.

And yet, I can’t deny the truth of what’s unfolding.

I force the air wedged in my lungs from my body.

I have no idea if a relationship can even work between us.

We’re so different.

And then there’s my father to consider.

I wince thinking about what would have happened if he’d caught us in such a compromising situation. The man would have definitely stroked out.

When I continue staring at Hayes, lost in the turmoil of my thoughts, he flicks a concerned look my way.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

The deep scrape of his voice reverberates throughout my body, echoing in every cell of my being, and it brings me right back to what it felt like to be pressed against him.

I clear my throat and force myself to admit the truth. “I’m wondering what would have happened if we’d kept going.”

Fire ignites in his green eyes as his voice turns husky. “I would have made a real fucking mess in my boxers.”

With a nod, my heart rate picks up tempo. His honesty forces me to reveal my own. “It was the same for me. It’s been a long time since I’ve been so turned on. I almost forgot what it feels like.”

The atmosphere in the truck turns charged as my admission hangs heavy in the air. A few seconds later, he turns into the parking lot of my building and pulls into a space before cutting the engine. It would be impossible not to notice the way his hands shake.

I’m not the only one who’s been affected by what happened.

It’s almost a shock when I blurt, “I want to feel more of that.”

He shifts until our gazes collide. The longer he studies my face, the more heat scalds my cheeks as uncertainty slams into me full force.

Did I make a mistake in allowing myself to be vulnerable with this guy?

Just as I consider bolting from the vehicle, he asks, “More of what? Tell me what you need, Tink.”

It’s so tempting to shy away from this embarrassing conversation. Instead, I force myself to be honest. At least a little bit. “I want you to kiss and touch me like you did at the rink. I want to see if I can…” My voice trails off as I swallow down another burst of nerves.

“Come? You want to see if I can make you come?”

“Yes.”

He reaches out to stroke my lower lip with the pad of his thumb. “Has that been a problem for you?”

Humiliation crawls up my neck as I glance away.

“We’re not going to do anything else if you can’t hold my gaze while having this conversation.”

My cheeks feel like they’re on fire as I force myself to turn back to him. I’ve never admitted this to anyone. Not even my therapist.

“Yes, it’s been a problem since my world imploded.”

I stare into his eyes as he continues to caress my face. His gentle touch is enough to settle everything that rampages dangerously inside me.