Little Black Break (Little Black Book #2) by Tabatha Vargo, Melissa Andrea

kind and encouraging and honestly, exactly what I needed to hear. I knew if I had gotten up the courage to tell Sebastian about the attack, his reaction would have been the exact opposite. And I couldn’t handle that at the moment.
    “Thank you, Kevin. Believe it or not, that’s exactly what I needed to hear right now.”
    He smiled. “Good. I’m glad I could help.”
    “You did, very much. Thank you.”
    “Anytime. No more crying, okay?”
    I nodded. “No more crying.”
    And for the rest of the day, I didn’t shed another tear.

 
     
     
     
     
    I WATCHED HER FROM OUR bed as she readied herself for our night out. She had no idea how sexy she was being just doing something as simple as getting dressed. She’d taken extra care with her makeup since we were going to a special charity event hosted by one of the foundations she’d volunteered for a few months back.
    I wasn’t sure how she’d talked me into attending, but looking at her now as she slowly dressed, clueless that I was watching, I knew she could ask me to go to hell for her and I would.
    Every day.
    Every night.
    Only for her.
    She lifted her bare arms, twisting her hair to the top of her head, and my eyes followed the long line of her spine. Little wisps of red fell from her twist, landing softly on her slender neck. She pulled pins from her mouth and pushed them through her hair in what were probably strategic positions to her.
    My eyes moved down the curve of her neck, down the dip of her chest. I memorized each breath she took—the slow, measured in and outs—like waves of sensuality rushing over me. Her flushed skin looked pink beneath the lighting, and when she looked at herself in the mirror, her green eyes glittered.
    She had already put on a bra, so I wasn’t able to see the pink tips of her nipples, but I could see they were hard and pressing against the lace containing them. I knew exactly how they felt against my tongue—exactly how they tasted. My mouth watered and my jaws ached with how badly I craved her.
    When she placed the last pin in the flames of her red hair, her slender arms dropped and she studied herself in the mirror.
    She was stunning.
    She was classic perfection, exotic in her own right, soft and gentle, and best of all … she was mine. My appetite for her never went away. It was always there, burning just beneath the surface until I couldn’t think about anything but being wrapped inside her.
    She held my attention and my cock thickened as she slowly and methodically moved her palms over her flesh. Her hands moved over her slim waist and down onto her hips before her fingertips lingered over the black lace that trimmed her thigh-highs. Slipping her fingers beneath her garters, she tugged to adjust them, pulling the edge of her lacy panties down a bit.
    I wasn’t sure if she knew what she was doing to me until her hands disappeared between her creamy thighs and she began to run her nails over the lacy fabric that hid what I knew was the sweetest part of her body.
    My blood boiled.
    My eyes found hers in the vanity mirror in front of her and a sultry smile lifted her glossy lips.
    “See anything you like, Mr. Black?”
    She’d been teasing me—tempting me—making me a slave to her sweet seduction. She’d grown so much in her sexuality since the first time I’d laid eyes on her. I’d like to think I was responsible for her newfound knowledge of seduction, but I knew deep down that she was a natural. It was there in her everyday life. Simple things like the way she ate her lunch or the way she used a pen—her sex appeal was intoxicating.
    “A dangerous game you’ve started, Rosslyn.”
    Tilting her head, she lifted a suggestive brow. “That’s Mrs. Black to you.”
    I swallowed the thickness in my throat. Hearing her refer to herself as Mrs. Black was a high I wasn’t prepared for.
    The bed squeaked when I stood and went to stand behind her. Her skin warmed my roughened fingertips when I traced a path from