How to Handle a Heartbreaker by Marie Harte

and this time she felt the difference. He didn’t hold back, and he’d taken control of the embrace. He pulled her closer as he kissed the breath from her. His tongue penetrated, and he was sweeping into her mouth with strokes she wanted to feel lower, where she ached between her legs.
    He groaned and moved his hands, no longer holding her back. Instead he cupped her breasts.
    “Oh yeah,” she whispered and nibbled his jaw. “That feels good.”
    “I’m just gonna say it. I have a thing for your breasts. You’re so full here.” He held one and ran his thumb over the extended nipple. “Fuck. I need to kiss you.” He took the flannel shirt off her and lifted the tank so that she wore only a serviceable cotton bra. No lace for boring Abby.
    But he wouldn’t let her be embarrassed. “Hell. I might come in my jeans after all.” He put his mouth over her bra and teethed her nipple. The pleasure hit the core of her, and she rocked over his impressive erection, needing more.
    Brody alternated his mouth over both breasts.
    Abby wanted to feel him against her bare skin, so she reached behind her to remove her bra.
    Brody latched on to her hands and held them pinned at the small of her back. “That’s better.”
    Wow. Her lust skyrocketed. Being restrained was one of her hot buttons. And he did it so effortlessly. She whispered his name and kissed him again.
    He only had to use one hand to keep her wrists in place. With the other, he unfastened her bra. And by the sound of his heavy breathing, he liked holding her as much as she liked being held.
    “You’re pretty good at that,” Abby praised.
    “I’m a plumber. We’re good with our hands.”
    Her laugh turned into a moan when the bra fell from her shoulders, exposing her. A moment of uncertainty struck. He said he liked her breasts, but were they too big? Did she look more like a cow than a woman? Would he—
    His gaze darkened, and then he was kissing her, taking her nipple between his lips and sucking her close to orgasm.
    She rocked over him, no longer able to worry about anything, lost in the moment. Half-naked on top of a sexy man she’d been lusting after for months. Before the party, she never would have imagined herself the type to take this kind of risk. Things with Brody could turn badly for her, but none of that mattered while he manipulated her into a sighing ball of yes .
    “That’s it. I want you to come for me,” he whispered as he toyed with her other breast. He delved under the waistband of her leggings and between her legs. “You’re so wet.”
    She gasped when he slid his finger inside her.
    “Tight. Oh, baby, I need inside you,” he crooned and laid her back on the couch, where he pulled the dangling bra off her.
    Brody shrugged out of his sweatshirt and jeans while she watched. He took a condom out of his pocket and shoved down his boxer briefs to roll it over himself.
    “See? I’m huge,” he teased, but the hungry look in his eyes warned her he meant business. He might appear all fun and games, but Brody was all man. He removed the rest of his clothing.
    She put her hands to her leggings, and he stopped her.
    “No. Let me.”
    She scooted up off her butt while he rolled the leggings off her. Then he pulled down her panties. Plain white and without any holes, fortunately. Before she could protest that she wanted to see him again, to hold that cock in her hands, he shoved her legs wider and put his head between them.
    “Brody… oh. ”
    He put his entire mouth over her clit and sucked, and she swore she saw stars.
    Abby keened as her world tilted on end and she came over his mouth. The rapture took her into another state, the climax sudden yet so fulfilling.
    He continued to kiss her until she came down, and she realized her fingers were caught in his hair. Holding him to her without any chance he might escape.
    She tried to move her hands, but he held her there, kissing her still. “That’s it. You liked that, hmm?”
    “Are