Pointe of Breaking by Amy Daws, Sarah J. Pepper Page A

against the wet lace was enough to do me in.
    Keeping me pinned against him, he slid his hands up the small of my back. His thumbs rolled over my stomach as his fingertips inched upward, drifting over my bra. My nipples hardened.
    Breaking the kiss, he swore and withdrew his hands. I wasn’t ready to slow down, not yet! A whimper slipped from my lips. He silenced my fears with a heated expression of absolute arousal.
    He reached up and untangled my hands from his hair. I dropped my gaze, attempting to reel in my desires. However, he stopped bringing them down when my fingers brushed against the hem of his shirt. He was waiting, not stopping. He wanted me to trust him; even in my intoxicated lust-filled state, I understood that. That he somehow knew I wanted the honor of my trust hit close to home.
    “I want you to see me, the real me, not some jacked-up version of a spoiled rich kid like your ex.”
    “I want it too.”
    He shook his head so fucking slow that it was painful to watch and do nothing. “I don’t think you understand what it is that I really want.”
    “Yes,” I said and swallowed the lump in my throat. “I do.”
    It had everything and nothing to do with our desires. It had everything and nothing to do with the number of clothes we dropped to the floor. It had everything and nothing to do with the passion burning us alive. What we wanted had nothing to do with a one-night-stand and everything to with the possibility of something more.
    “Which is why I can’t sleep with you.”
    He took my hand and kissed the back of my wrist, using all sorts of tongue as he sucked on the tender spot. How the fuck did he know that spot was there? I didn’t even know it was there!
    “So just tell me when to stop. Trust that I will.”
    That word was more powerful than I dared to dissect right now. How could I trust him when I couldn’t trust myself around him?
    Nevertheless, I slipped my hands up over his chest. It was excruciatingly slow, but I drank in his sight as I lifted his shirt up inch by inch. Finally, I slipped it over his head. It slid through my fingers as I marveled at his perfect, chiseled body. His body was sculpted like he’d been created just for me. My mouth watered as I memorized the lines of his shoulders, the bulge in his arms, the hardness of his chest, the ripples of his stomach, the fuck-me-stupid v-line that cut to his pants. How could someone be so—
    “Fuck, Adeline,” he said, drawing my attention back up to his face. “You’re beautiful.”
    My gaze had to be a reflection of the passionate stare he gave me. I leaned up to him and he gave me the kiss I so desperately wanted. His body damn near engulfed mine when we embraced.
    I rolled my hands over the perfection of his chest. My panties were soaked just thinking at the possibility of him inside me. Damn it! I wanted him so bad.
    He lowered my back against the counter. For what felt like an eternity, I just laid there as he gazed down at me. He took his time, memorizing my panting body.
    Only when an eager moan betrayed me did he touch me again. He slipped his hand down my leg and around to my shoe. Keeping his focus on me, he undid the clasp. The shoe dropped. He undid the other shoe and then brought my foot up. I easily raised my leg to the height of which he wanted. He held my foot like it was a piece of glass. He placed a kiss on my ankle and then made his way up my leg. With each kiss, I drew closer and closer to the edge. With each kiss, his grip tightened.
    “Tell me to stop.” His voice was thick and heavy between my legs.
    “Don’t stop.” I gasped, gripping anything I could get my hands on.
    He mumbled something incoherent under his breath. I damn near came when I looked down the length of my body only to see his beautiful fucking hair between my legs. He was fixated with how my body quivered from his touch. Then he noticed I was staring at him. With our gazes locked, he opened his mouth and licked my skin on my inner