Holy fucking fuck.
Now it makes sense why I’ve held out.
It’shertaste.
Herbody.
Her everything that I’ve wanted...probably for longer than I think.
ChapterEighteen
LIA
I stand in front of Breaker’s apartment door, my clit still throbbing after what he did to me, unsure if I should knock or simply walk in.
Normally, I’d just walk in, but after the past twenty-four hours, I’m not sure what I should be doing now.
Breaker went down on me.
He not only went down on me, but he made it seem like I was his Thanksgiving feast and he was starving. Never in my life have I felt such euphoric pleasure, and that was with his tongue. And he asked for nothing in return. Just took what he wanted and left.
I have no idea how to process it all.
And even though I want to hide away in my apartment because I don’t know how to act, there’s no way he’d allow that. Also, I want answers. I want to know what’s going on.
So I grip the door handle and walk into his apartment to find him sitting on his couch. His hair is wet now, and he’s wearing a different pair of shorts, but that’s it, just shorts.
I’ve seen him with his shirt off plenty of times, but he normally has a shirt on whenever we hang out. Not sure what changed today, but I’m not going to complain. He’s so handsome . . . sexy, with his carved pecs and his strong, muscular arms. Not to mention the stack of abs he has for a stomach and the deep V that’s sculpted into his hips. He’s so good-looking that I’ve told myself through all these years never to look because he was my friend, but now . . . now I’m allowing it.
“There you are,” he says in a jovial tone, as if he didn’t just have his head between my legs. “I ordered Thai. Should be here in twenty. How do you feel about playing Codenames? We haven’t played that in a bit.”
I stand there, stunned.
Because the man who I’m staring at right now is very different from the man who was just gripping my throat, telling me I was a good girl for listening to him. The man in front of me is my best friend. The guy I’ve grown comfortable with, the man I’ve relied on for so long. But the man from ten minutes ago, he’s . . . he’s on another level, and I don’t know how to handle it.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Uh . . . not really,” I say as I cross my arms. “I’m just a touch confused.”
He pats the couch. “Come talk to me.”
I hold up my hand. “I think I’ll stand here, thank you.”
“Okay.” When he smiles, I can see in his eyes that he knows exactly what he’s doing. “You can talk there. What’s up, Lia?”
Lia . . .
Lia?
Just so casual. Totally neglecting the fact that he dominated me in my own bedroom while using my full name and commanding my body to do things I’ve never done.
“What’s up?” I ask, my voice rising. “How about the fact that you’re my best friend but just made me come so hard that I’m not sure if my clit is still attached.”
He chuckles and says, “Trust me, it is. But if you want me to check, I don’t mind going down there again. This time, though, I’d prefer you sit on my face.”
“Breaker,” I shriek before covering my eyes.
“What?” He laughs.
