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

thigh.
    I held his gaze as long as I could. In the end, controlling my body was no longer my decision. It was his . I was so swollen and ready that the faintest sensation would undo me. That he left my panties on didn’t matter at this point. Gripping my hips, he blew warm air between my legs. I heard myself cry out, but couldn’t silence them, even if I wanted to. The sensation was too much. With my feet on his shoulders, my back arched, he brought me to completion.
    I lay on the counter and concentrated on breathing. I dared not open my eyes. My sight was so blurred I couldn’t focus. He lifted me up and waited until I could see straight.
    “God damn it, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He picked me up again and walked us over to my small couch.
    My cheeks burned. I was gorgeous? Had he seen himself ? More sightings of his half-naked body curled up next to me was extremely favorable.
    “I’m instating this rule that I need your utmost compliance.”
    “Which is?”
    “You’re forbidden to wear a shirt in my apartment.”
    His smile reached his eyes and he chuckled, “Put it in writing.” He sat down on the couch with me still in tow and tucked my hair behind my ear.
    His eyes widened. “Oh shit.”
    Alarmed at his change of demeanor I asked, “What?”
    “Well, I sorta forgot about this rule I had.”
    I raised my eyebrow. What rule?
    “See, it is reasons like this, when you respond with a raised eyebrow or crossed arms that I need the rule enforced.”
    I narrowed my eyes. What game was he playing? I wasn’t about to be another play thing until he got bored. I wasn’t—
    “You have to tell me what you’re thinking,” he said, interrupting my thoughts.
    “That’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard. Not everything I think should be said out loud.”
    “Fine,” he said. “Stay wound-up tight when people are around, but when it’s just you and me I have to know what you’re thinking.”
    “Oh, and do you foresee us having a lot of alone time?”
    He smirked in this completely irresistible way. “Hell yes.”
    His fingers slipped against mine. He brought my hand up to his lips and placed the softest kiss on my skin.
    I said, “Fine, but as a probationary trial only.”
    “Then let’s get started with a difficult one.”
    Damn it all to hell. All the blood drained from my face. He failed at pretending not to notice. I prayed he understood how big of a deal this was for me to open up. When it came to my heart, I didn’t trust it, not after what Blake had done.
    “Well, I’m starved and I would like to take you out on a proper date, but I have no idea what you like, except for way too many shots of Jack Daniels.”

CHAPTER 14 ~ Leo
    And just like that, we were sitting across from each other at Manhattan Diner sipping on coffee and eye-fucking the shit out of each other. The energy between us reminded me a lot of last night during her performance and my half hard on was really pissed at me for being a damn gentleman and not just taking what I so badly wanted only 30 minutes ago.
    But the fact was…she fucked Blake last night. That detail had not escaped me. I was not much of a sharer. I prefer to be number one with the girl I’m in to and so far, I felt like number three. First Blake, then her dance partner—who I hoped was gay—and then me. I was not cool with that.
    As the waitress set down our breakfast orders, Adeline eyed me hard. “So you’re going to tell me I have to tell you everything I’m thinking, but the same rules don’t apply to you?” she asked as she scooped a forkful of scrambled egg whites into her mouth.
    “What exactly do you think I’m hiding?” I replied wondering how she could read my fucking mind already.
    “Well…one second you’re between my legs and the next second, we’re at a diner.” She paused briefly, taking a sip of her coffee and eyeballing me over her large mug. “I’ve spent my life interpreting body language, Leo, and I feel like something in