Page 87 of The Heart Breaker

Not even a little.

He pops open the button, drags the zipper down, and I kick off my boots without taking my eyes off him. When he tugs my jeans down my legs, I lift my hips to help, then strip my sweater off.

I’m down to my underwear, and he’s standing right in front of me, shirtless and so annoyingly good-looking. Ink sprawlsover hard muscle, and the gray sweats hanging low on his hips do absolutely nothing to hide how hard he is.

His gaze moves over me slowly, almost like he’s seeing every part of me and committing it to memory.

“Come here.” His hands slide to my ass, and then I’m off the couch.

My arms go around his neck and my legs lock around his waist as he lifts me. My fingers slide into the hair at the nape of his neck, and the breath that leaves him hits against my throat and sends heat rushing through me.

He carries me to his bed and lowers me onto the mattress, planting one hand beside my head, the other gripping my hip as his body settles over mine.

My eyes drift down the tattoos across his chest, dropping to his stomach, catching on the faint trail of hair that disappears beneath the waistband of those gray sweatpants.

He lifts just enough to shove his sweats and boxers down, freeing his cock. I slide the straps of my bra down my arms before letting it fall, and the way his eyes drop to my chest makes heat sizzle low in my belly.

A rough breath leaves him. “Fuck, Aurora.”

His mouth drops to my chest, closing around my nipple, and a gasp slips out of me when he catches it with his teeth.

“Cole—” My voice catches on his name when he presses his lips against my skin, making his way down my body while his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties and drag them down my legs.

He leaves soft kisses on my hip, over the tattoo, making his way to the inside of my thighs. I let out a moan when he spreads my thighs wider with both hands and lowers his head.

“Oh god.” My head falls back into the pillow, my fingers twisting helplessly in the sheets as his tongue drags through me.

He groans against me, his tongue flicking at my clit, circling it with the perfect amount of pressure that has my legs trembling.

“I could live here,” he growls against me, the vibration of his words sending another jolt through my body. “Could eat this pussy for hours.”

His words nearly finish me on their own, the pleasure winding so tight I’m right on the edge?—

And then he pulls away.

A wrecked sound rips out of me when I feel him lifting from between my thighs. “No,” I cry out. “No. Don’t stop.”

I glance up and find him at the edge of the bed, stroking his cock, breathing hard, his dark eyes pinned to mine. “I’m close,” he grits out, giving himself another stroke. “Need to be inside you.”

He leans over, reaches into the nightstand, tears open a condom with his teeth, and rolls it on before settling back between my legs.

I brace myself for him to flip me over and fuck me from behind like always. Instead, he lifts my leg higher against his hip and just… looks at me, his eyes drifting over my face.

I swallow hard, because there’s something soft in his eyes I don’t know what to do with. It’s too much and not enough. Too close. Too careful. Too unlike us.

My hand lifts before I can stop it, my fingers settling at the base of his skull He leans into it, his eyes fluttering, and his thumb brushes my cheek so gently it makes my heart ache.

And then his phone rings.

“Fuck,” he groans, his jaw tightening as he looks at the phone lighting up on his nightstand. One second his cock is pressed against me, and the next he’s stepping back and pulling his sweatpants back on, leaving me flushed and aching and cold.

I push up onto my elbows. “Wait—where are you going?”

“I have to take this,” he says, still looking at the screen as if whoever’s calling matters more than what we were just doing.

“Are you serious?” I spit out. “Right now?”

“Yes.”