Page 89 of The Heart Breaker

“So grinding your wet little pussy on my pillow doesn’t count?”

I smirk up at him. “Didn’t use my hands. And you were busy, so…”

His fingers close around my chin and tip my face up, his eyes burning into me. He leans closer and I think he’s finally going to kiss me. I want him to. Want it so bad it hurts.

But he doesn’t.

He bends and presses his lips to my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses before he sucks, hard enough to pull a gasp out of me as my head falls back against the pillow.

“God, I want to mark you,” he murmurs against my skin. “Want to suck you, spank you, make your body a canvas covered in my marks so that every time you move, you think of me.”

I don’t get the chance to say anything back because he shoves his sweats down, lines himself up, and in one deep, delicious thrust, he sinks inside me.

A cry tears out of me, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “God yes.”

He’s so deep, every hard thrust makes my body light up.

“You like showing off for me? Grinding your needy little cunt on my pillow like that?”

A helpless sound slips out of me as I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer.

“This is what you needed, wasn’t it?” he pants into my ear. “You wanted me to find you like that. Wanted to make me lose my mind.”

I want to deny it, to pretend I don’t ache for him, that I don’t think about him when we’re apart.

But I do.

I want this.

I want him.

Even when I shouldn’t.

Even when I know he’ll get tired of me eventually.

“We need to stop this,” I blurt out, the words coming out in a hush.

He stops moving and lifts his head, his eyes searching mine. “Now?”

“No.” My hand slides down to grab his ass and pull him harder against me, my body tightening around him. “Don’t you dare.”

“Good,” he breathes before he starts moving inside me again. “Because I couldn’t stop if I tried.”

But I know that isn’t true. If I told him to stop, he would. Cole might be an asshole most of the time, but he always checks in with me first to see how much I can take.

“Someday, though,” I whisper, holding his gaze, sliding my hands up his chest. “It’s getting too confusing.”

His eyes move over my face and his pace stutters, but a few seconds later, his jaw tightens and his expression turns cold.

“If you’re thinking, then I’m not fucking you hard enough.”

Before I can say a word, he flips me onto my stomach, drags me to the edge of the bed, and slides back inside me.

Disappointment slams into me so hard it makes my eyes sting, but I quickly blink it away. Maybe this is better. Safer.With my back to him and my face buried in the sheets, I can’t look into his eyes and feel that fluttering in my stomach that absolutely should not be happening with Cole.

It’s a good reminder that this thing between us is just sex.

That’s all it was ever supposed to be.