Heartbreaker (Unbreakable #1)(57)

When we pulled apart, she blew out a slow breath through pursed lips. “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Ready to open your present?”

“Fuck yeah.”

I scooped her up into my arms. “Which way to your house?”

She kicked her feet, fighting my hold. “I can walk, you know.”

“No. I’m about to tear off at a dead run. Those heels will only slow us down.” I shouldered past the low-hanging branches, turning her away to shield her. “Direction. Now.”

Laughing, she gripped my shoulder and biceps and nodded her chin up the street. “Next block up. On the right.”

With a quick toss of her slight weight, I adjusted my grip then made good on my word. Holding her tight, I ran the fifty yards to the nearest street corner.

She pressed her face into my neck. “A right here. Second drive.”

I already spotted the white picket fence. Aimed for the alley before it. At the corner, I paused and leaned against a lamppost, catching my breath.

She smirked. “Out of shape, big guy?”

I grunted. “Need to work in hundred-pound girl carries.”

“You’ll be carrying no other girls. And it’s a hundred and seventeen.”

“No wonder.”

She smacked my pec loud enough to sting.

“Need your stance on condoms.”

Her brow furrowed. “Right here?”

“The info, yeah.” I straightened from the lamppost, hoisted her up, letting her slight frame leave my touch for a fraction of a second, then caught her again. “’Cuz the second we hit your place, all rational talk is out.”

“I like condoms,” she blurted when I crossed half the distance down the alley.

“Any other birth control?”

“I’m on the pill.” Her voice lowered.

“Ever go without condoms?”

“No.” A whispered word.

“Me either. Got tested in March. Clean bill of health.” My words were clipped. All I could manage with blood rushing south.

“Me too. Last November.”

She hadn’t been with anyone since then. Almost two years she’d said.

“No condoms, then.” Her voice had a breathless thoughtful tone.

An excited breath gusted out of me—at the thought of skin to skin, her wrapped around me with nothing between us.

Everything from that point on blurred. Didn’t even remember passing through her gate. When I lowered her to the ground, she fumbled with her keys at the front door. Then we were inside. The metal clanged shut, the bolt thrown.

A few lights had been left on; their dim glow from farther inside cast shadows on the expansive warehouse. But I saw Kiki clearly, my gaze pinned on her.

She tugged at the bottom of her skimpy silver top, taking backward half-steps away from me. “Do you want to do the unwrapping?” A tiny smirk twisted her lips, her hips swaying as she automatically sidestepped around her metal sculptures.

I swallowed hard and shook my head. “No. You.”

Her pace picked up once we cleared the metalwork and stepped into the wide-open main room. As we passed her living room, she tore off her top then tossed it onto the sidearm of a couch.

Then she paused.

I stopped walking. Stopped breathing.

A light blue lace bra cupped her breasts. Dusty pink nipples showed through, erect.

She reached back, stretching the barely-there fabric. Her fingers slipped under her waistband at her hips, but paused. Her head tilted, a single brow arched. “Now you.”

Fuck yeah. No slowing down now. I gripped the back of my shirt and yanked it over my head. Jeans and boxers were stripped off together seconds later.

She blinked, staring at my body. “Oh. My.”

“Five seconds,” I growled. “Naked. Or I’m tearing off the pretty wrapping.”

Her eyes widened. Her breaths quickened. But she didn’t move.

“Four.”

I could practically see the gears turning in her head as her pupils darkened.

“Three.” I stalked forward, closing the distance.

She squealed when I came within reach, stumbled a few steps back, then dropped her pants, jumping out of them before running toward the metal stairs that led up to her loft.

My mouth went dry. The barest scrap of blue lace stretched over her hips, then disappeared between two glorious butt cheeks.

“Damn,” I breathed as I watched her run up the stairs.

Flashes of her breasts bouncing etched into my brain.

I raced up the stairs two at a time and reached the middle landing as she paused at the top. When she opened the door, a flash of brown fur blurred by, brushing against my leg. Focus trained only on Kiki, I jogged up the rest of the stairs, pushed the closing door open, then strode inside, letting it slam behind me.

At its banging echo, she turned right as she reached the edge of her dining room. Then she backed up a step, bright smile on her face, chest heaving from her exertion.

Two quick strides and I had her in my arms.

Her hands planted on my chest. “Don’t you want me to finish unwrapping your gift?” A slender brow raised as she slipped a finger under the delicate lace at her shoulder.

“No,” I growled.

I gripped her shoulders, guiding her until the backs of her legs were stopped by the bed. Then I kissed her, devouring her lips, her mouth. I explored with hungry sucks and gentle bites.