Page 65 of Break my Heart
Even though we didn’t know each other before, I wish it were possible to go back in time and keep her safe.
I’ll do the next best thing and put her needs above my own.
She leans in and brushes her lips against mine in the faintest, sweetest kiss. It’s as if I’m sinking further into something I didn’t realize I was already too deeply entrenched in to escape from.
My hands tighten on her hips, pulling her closer as our kiss intensifies. Her lips are soft, her breath warm as she moves against me, and for a moment, everything else falls away.
Her past.
Her doubts.
My own guilt about Coach.
None of it matters at this moment.
When she shifts, brushing against my erection, I bite back a groan.
There’s no doubt about it. This girl will be my complete undoing.
And you know what?
I’ve never wanted anything more.
Just like earlier this morning at the ice rink, heat flashes in her eyes, turning them darker. My cock stiffens as she repeats the movement.
“I like the way it feels when I slide against you,” she whispers, mouth hovering over mine.
“You’re killing me, Tink.”
Her lips lift into a smile.
That’s the moment I realize I’ll do whatever it takes to keep that expression on her face.
There’s never been a girl who’s made me want to think long term, but that’s exactly what happens when we’re together. The scary part is, I might be the only one doing it.
I remind myself to slow my roll.
We have time to figure out what this is.
“Sometimes I think about walking in on you in the locker room.”
“Tell me what you’re doing when you think about me.”
She draws her lower lip between her teeth. Just when I think she’ll refuse to answer, she says, “Touching myself.” Her brows pinch as frustration flickers in her eyes. “But it’s never enough to get me there.” She glances away. “Ever since Nathan… I just can’t seem to…” Her voice trails off as heat gathers in her cheeks.
“Get off?” I palm her backside, squeezing and massaging her ass. “That’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“I know.” Sadness weaves its way through her tone. “It just sucks. I hate it.”
I search her face, wondering if there’s more she isn’t telling me. “Are there other issues?”
When her gaze darts away, I slide my fingers beneath her chin and gently turn her face until there’s no other choice but for her to look at me.
“Tell me. Whatever it is, we can work through it together. I promise.”
She releases a shaky breath. “This is so humiliating.”
“It shouldn’t be. How can I help if I don’t know what you’re struggling with?”