Heart Breaker: An AnguiSH Novella Read Online Free

practice. It made me love him even more.
                  After every part of my legs and feet were moisturized, he began a slow pacing torture. He placed feather light pecks along the inside of my leg until he reached my upper thigh. I could feel every part of me come alive with that one devastating path. His fingers dug into my calves, almost tethering him from going further. Although in my mind it was impossible, I wanted Breaker more and more every day. And when he did sweet things like this, it made it even harder to keep my resolve. But I knew he’d never let me falter on it. He’d save me from myself, if need be.
                  And right now, he might need to save me from eating him alive.
                  “Just marry me already,” I whispered, unable to conjure my real voice.
                  “Aw, baby I would, trust me. I’d fly you to Vegas in a heartbeat, if it wasn’t for that pesky little promise I made to your dad.”
                  I groaned, “I know, I know, graduate first, then get married.”
                  “Yes ma’am. But if the choice was mine alone, you’d be Mrs. Collins by now. I’d still make sure you finished school, regardless. I am glad the feeling is mutual though.”
                  He grabbed my backside with hot and needy hands and slid my body towards him so that my legs could cross around his waist. I could feel the heat between us from my head to my feet. It did nothing to help that angst in my belly. He ran one finger inside the collar of my robe and I shivered at the feeling. I tried to close the gap between us by grabbing his face and pulling him down to my mouth, but he stopped me.
                  “Can’t take the anticipation?”
                  “Hell no, I’m about to implode over here.”
                  The hand still on my backside squeezed, “I kinda like it. It’s nice to see you become a mess for once instead of me. I feel like I’m always the one on the brink of breaking my promise.”
                  My hands found his waist, under his shirt, “I’m pretty sure that’s always me.”
                  I began to scratch his back while we were stagnant at that impasse, both of us content to be equally enthralled with the other.
                  “Ok, now I need a shower.”
                  I giggled a he released me and made his way to the walk in shower. He surprised me with his brazenness by shucking his clothes right in front of me, without a hint of remorse. I left the bathroom, leaving him to his cold shower while I got my pajamas on and got into bed. I checked my phone and had a slew of messages from Stephanie. They were a gradient that went from apologies to hating me again and back to apologies. It ended with a sad face and a request to call her.
                  I called while Breaker was still in the shower and we made amends. Stephanie was a fantastic friend eighty percent of the time—the other part she was a real handful. But then again, no one was perfect. 
                  I grabbed my latest book and sat up against the headboard. Breaker came in later, only in boxers that stuck out a little from his pajama pants.
                  “See something you like?”
                  “The whole package,” his eyebrows shot up, “I don’t mean the package. I just meant all of you. Good grief.”
                  We both laughed at that one until there were tears rolling down my face.
                  “Are you sleepy,” he asked flopping onto the bed next to me.
                  “Not really, are you?”
                  “Yeah, actually I am. Wanna use that beautiful voice to lull me to sleep?”
                  “I guess I could do that,” I played with him. He sat next