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

up to his. I whimpered. Heaven help me, I couldn’t keep my eagerness under control. Everything about him was so unpredictable. Still, there was too much space between us. I grabbed his jacket and jerked him against me. My mail scattered to the floor.
    Just as I was getting into it, he broke the kiss suddenly but didn’t pull away. He leaned his forehead against mine.
    “I wanted to kiss you the moment you basically told Sasha to fuck off.” He traced his nose next to mine like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to keep talking or…do other things with his mouth. “The paparazzi has ruined your reputation enough for one day. I wasn’t about to give them another story by doing this outside.”
    The paparazzi—their ghostly presences cleared my head. I was standing in the City’s limelight. Blake would see my every move. Somehow I doubted that he’d take kindly to his friend pining on his ex.
    “I’m no good.” My lips hovered just above his. I wanted more—needed more. However there were already too many things going against us. This would never work. “You have no idea how big of a mess I’m in.”
    “I don’t care about those things anymore than you do. I know what I want, and I’m looking at her.”
    I pulled back from him, just enough to see his eyes. He needed to hear me—see me. See that I wasn’t lying.
    “You don’t understand. I don’t know how well you know Blake, I don’t know if you’re friends…but he…he can ruin people or make them. After he broke off our engagement, it was a miracle I was able to stay at Joffrey—that he didn’t ruin everything I’d worked so hard for. I’d hate to throw you in the middle of this mess. And if anything happened, he’d see it as a sign of betrayal.”
    “Blake and I aren’t friends. I’m not afraid of an asshole like—”
    “Just listen!” I surprised myself that I’d interrupted him but even more shocked that he listened. “He has connections, horrible vile connections of men just as powerful as he. They’re like these sadistic brothers who’d do anything for each other. They tell lies, spread rumors, do anything to protect themselves.”

CHAPTER 12 ~ Leo
    Damn it, why is she talking about Blake again?
    All I wanted to do was marvel about how her lips were the softest things I’d ever felt. As soon as I saw her outside her apartment, they were all I could look at. I hadn’t realized last night how desperately I wanted her. I thought I just wanted to protect her and make sure she was okay because she was drunk. But I was wrong. It was more than that. It was a weird, gravitational pull that I’d never felt with any girl.
    Then again, I’d never been around a girl like Adeline.
    When she told off Sasha and Felicia, I wanted to thrust my fist in the air and cheer. Fuck, I wanted to kiss her damn face off right there on the street. I barely knew her and already she made me proud multiple times over. Her dancing, her demeanor, her quiet power, her unique attitude against all the bullshit that comes with living in New York City. It was enthralling. I wanted it. All of it. Right the fuck now .
    Waiting for her to unlock her apartment building forced me to exercise restraint like I’d never done before. When I slammed my lips against hers, and she reciprocated with equal vigor…I knew I needed more. I grabbed her and firmly tucked her against my body. She was so small but so powerful. Every muscle and ripple beneath her clothes felt smooth and plump in all the ways that made my dick hard. Finally I was able to put my hands on her the way I’d been fantasizing about from the moment she ran onto that stage last night.
    Now she is totally fucking everything up by talking about Blake and his pack of fucking followers.
    “I know all about Blake and the brotherhood, believe me,” I looked down on her with a determined set to my jaw. The last person I want to talk about right now was him .
    “Brotherhood? You mean the frat?” Adeline asked,