Heartbreak Lover (Broken Hearts Academy #2) - C.R. Jane Page 0,38

grateful to you for everything we had. But we turned into something so ugly that I’ll never be able to forget it.”

“I’ll do anything,” he begged, his face the picture of despair, but I held up my hand.

“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing you can do. It’s just been me these last few years. I’ve had a lot of time to think.” I laughed bitterly. “Did you know I used to visit you? Every week.”

His eyes widened.

“I fully own up to my part in what happened. I was weak. I let you and Jackson walk all over me, dictate every part of my life. I was so desperate for you that I didn’t listen to the blaring alarms inside of me that told me to run as far away as fast as I could. I would sit by your bedside, and I would tell you over and over again how sorry I was.”

A hiccuped sob burst out of my mouth.

“But I’ve realized now that I didn’t need you to forgive me, I needed to forgive myself. And I’ve done that. And now I’ve realized that though I don’t want to live without you, I can live without you.”

“Everly, please,” he begged, dropping to his knees in front of me, mud splashing over his rain-soaked blue jeans.

“Let me go,” I breathed, and then I brushed a kiss across his forehead, and I limped away.

The rain really was cleansing after all.

13

I ended up exactly at the place I shouldn’t have, soaking wet and shivering.

Jackson stood there in the entryway to his house, a few bruises peppering his otherwise god-like face.

He held out his hand, and even though it felt like I might be repeating the sins of my past, I took it.

I needed the brand of torture that only Jackson could give me.

Jackson walked me to his room.

And everything was different this time.

Different but the same.

Because we’d moved like this together once before…our very first time.

And I’d forgotten how much I loved that, needed that.

The feeling you had when you were making love.

His kiss wasn’t hard or demanding like those other times, but it was just as intense, hypnotizing me with its slow, seductive rhythm as one of his hands cradled the back of my head while we stood there by his bed. His touch assaulted me from all angles, a tingling sensation scattering across my skin and shooting between my legs. Grabbing his shirt, I moved against him, letting out a quiet moan as I drove myself crazy.

He enfolded me into his arms, worshipping my mouth with his, my body heating under his touch as he caressed every whispered shadow.

My hands moved everywhere—his shoulders, arms, running over the hard lines of his back. Everything he did taunted the warmth building between my thighs.

Our clothes disappeared, and then without warning, he pushed me to the bed but didn’t follow. His breath faltered as he gazed. Slow and deliberate, his inspection was thorough and his voice rough.

“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you.”

The passionate need in his eyes was replaced with veneration, a worshipping glint as he drank me in.

“Everly,” he breathed into the silence, my name a prayer on his lips. Slowly, he laid down with me, bringing a hand up to cup the full weight of my breast. Closing his eyes, he leaned in so his mouth hovered over mine, not touching, just taking.

It felt like he was casting a spell over me, and for once, I didn’t want to break it.

He pinched my nipple, pulling until I moaned. The sweet sensation drove through my body, a sharp, inescapable fluttering. He smiled, a slow, beguiling grin as I writhed beneath his dark stare and the attention of his fingers.

“I dream about the way you taste, baby.”

My mouth formed a perfect circle, but I said nothing, paralyzed with anticipation. I watched as he dipped down, taking me into his mouth, laving the elongated tip of my breast with his tongue before teasing it between his teeth. I leaned back into the bed, reeling from the pleasure his mouth brought. One at a time, he played with my breasts until I was wet and hungry for him.

“Please,” I begged, for what, I didn’t quite know. For him to continue, for him to touch me, for him to bring an end to the burning need building between my thighs. Slowly, he moved, his nose trailing along my skin, teasing a path until he pressed into my skin, groaning as he breathed deeply. Eyes