The moment eventually passes, though. Then, I know I’ve got this. I start to move slowly, rocking my hips against her, drawing myself almost fully out of her before sliding myself back in. It’s such an insane feeling. I know its driving Essie crazy, too. She digs her fingernails into the skin of my back so hard I hiss. She locks her legs around my waist, lifting her hips, and suddenly we’re in that amazing zone where I’m balls-deep inside her and everything just… fits. It’s incredible. Fuck. Too incredible.

I angle myself down a little, making sure I’m rubbing against her clit every time I push inside her. Essie pants, writhing against me, and I know I’m exactly where I need to be. She shakes, clinging hold of me, begging me not to stop.

I don’t. I lean back a little, trying to keep my weight off of her, but she wraps her arms around me, drawing me back down. Hell, if that’s what she wants, I’m more than happy to oblige. I gather her to me, lifting her a second so I can place my arms around her properly, and I hold onto her so tight, I know she has to be finding it hard to breathe. I’m finding it just as hard. Our mouths are on each other, tongues inside each other’s mouths, lips pressed against each other’s skin, her breathing oxygen into my lungs and me doing the same for her.

It’s not long before I can’t hold back anymore. The steady, patient rhythm I’ve been maintaining changes as I move against her more quickly.

“Fuck, Aidan. Oh, fuck, that’s going to make me come. You’re gonna make me come all over you,” she pants.

“You want to come, pretty girl? Are you ready?” I ask.

“Yes. Yes. Fuck.” She clings even tighter, her teeth digging into my shoulder, making me wince. The pain is good, though. She doesn’t know this about me yet, but that pain is enough to send me tumbling over the edge.

“Okay, beautiful,” I growl. “This is it.”

I slam myself home, grinding myself against her every time I pull out, and I can tell she’s seconds away from orgasm. I don’t hold back, because I’m right there with her. My balls feel like they’re on fire, like the skin around them is contracting tightly. The sensation’s enough to steal the air from my lungs.

When we come, we come together, and it’s insane. I don’t masturbate very often—a practice in self control—so when I come, it feels like my entire body is draining. I just keep going forever, and it feels fucking incredible.

Essie holds onto me and continues to bite down on my shoulder, screaming as her body convulses beautifully underneath me. Her eyes are clenched shut. I slow down, but still I push myself deep inside her, enjoying the look of pure bliss on her face.

She’s so magnificent like this.

She is so mine.

We fall asleep like that, with me still inside her and our bodies locked around one another, like we’re afraid to let go.

SIXTEEN

ESSIE

Sunlight pours in through the bedroom windows, burning through my closed eyelids. I groan, throwing my arm up over my face, trying unsuccessfully to block it out.

“Urgh… god.” I crack my eyes open, my brain barely working as I begin to piece together the events of last night. My heart stumbles in my chest when things begin snapping into place. Oh, no. Oh, fuck no. What the hell?

I have been asleep in Aidan Callahan’s arms. 

His dark hair, usually swept back in some semblance or order, is ruffled and wild, sticking up in just about every single direction imaginable. His mouth…that insane mouth of his… oh god…his lips are slightly parted, displaying the smallest hint of white teeth beyond, and I have the craziest urge to lean forward and kiss him.

What the fuck?

This was not the plan. This was most definitely not the plan. As far as plan detours go, this is about as far off the map as you can get. I bite back the scream building inside my chest. The urge to do so hurts the back of my throat, reminding me just how much screaming I actually did last night.

Oh, boy. There’s no coming back from this. I feel so fucking stupid.

I lie there in his arms, feeling increasingly more panicked with each and every passing second. We didn’t drink that much last night, but it feels like everything took place in a blur of alcohol. Or something. I don’t know what the hell came over me. All I know is, I couldn’t have stopped even if I’d wanted to. And I really didn’t want to.

The memory of lying on my back, my legs spread as wide as they would go, while Aidan gave me the most intense orgasm of my life, hits me full force. I experience multiple emotions all at once. Lust. Desire. Panic. Anger. Fear. More lust.

I see Vaughn’s face behind my closed eyes and I suddenly feel very scared. What would he think about this? Would he be furious with me? Hurt? Oh, god, he’d probably be disgusted with me. I wriggle free from Aidan’s embrace, trying not to disturb him.

How could I let this happen? How could I have been so fucking stupid?

As I sneak out of his bedroom, holding my breath, hoping to god he doesn’t wake up, my heart is racing. I’m barely concentrating as I pull my dress on over my head. My purse is on the floor by my shoes. I gather both items and hurry to the front door, feeling like I’m on the brink of a panic attack. I can’t stop myself; as I tiptoe past Aidan’s bedroom door on my way out of the apartment, I find myself stopping to look at him.

I feel like I’m about to throw up.

I feel like I’m about to throw up because he is beautiful, and he gave me the best sex of my life last night. And a huge part of me wants to say fuck it. To remove this dress and climb right back into bed with him, into his arms, because it felt safe there. For the first time since my brother died, I felt safe. Like I wasn’t alone. Like someone understood.

I don’t climb back into bed with him, though. I run out of the apartment, choking back tears, not knowing how to breathe around the surge of guilt that washes through me. How could I do this to my brother? How could I do this to myself?

I have to get the hell away from Aidan Callahan. I’m supposed to hate him. I’m supposed to enjoy ruining him.

Now, I know with an unwavering certainty, when I bring down the Callahan Corporation, when I avenge my brother and destroy a man’s life forever, I won’t just be hurting Aidan Callahan. I’ll be hurting myself.

It won’t just be his end.

It will be mine, too.

WHERE THE HELL IS BOOK TWO?

If you have enjoyed part one of Heart Breaker and you want to check out second and final part of Essie & Aidan’s story, don’t worry! Book two will be out really soon! While there is no firm release date at the moment, a provisional date of September 15 2015 has been pencilled in.

In the meantime, if you have any questions, you can reach the author at [email protected]. Cole is really looking forward to reading your reviews. Thank you so much for reading, and for showing such amazing support to a debut author.

ABOUT COLE

Cole Saint Jaimes caught the travel bug young. He spent years honing his skills as a writer while he island-hopped and caught some of the most incredible waves in the world, fuelling his addiction for surfing. Along with his adorable French wife, Cole now calls Los Angeles home.You can usually find him procrastinating on Facebook, or watching Game of Thrones for the seventeenth time on HBO.