Heartbreaker (Unbreakable #1)(58)

Her body grew limp, little whimpers sounding out with every exhale.

When we’d both gone breathless, I pulled back to take a good look at her.

Her eyes glittered with lust. Kiss-roughened lips were plump and parted.

I gave her a gentle push, and she fell backward, landing on the bed with a slight bounce. Creamy skin taunted me. Dark wild hair framed a beautiful face that smiled up at me.

My chest grew heavy, warm. With…

Gratitude.

Then something snapped inside. Raw need rippled through me and a low growl rumbled from my throat. “I get to rip those pretty ribbons off you.”





Kiki…

Darren looked fiercely beautiful as he towered over the foot of my bed. His entire demeanor tensed with determination: dark brows lowered, defined jaw clenched, lean muscles of his sculpted body twitched.

And a provocative dusky line of hair, low in the center of it all, led downward. My gaze drifted along that path of temptation, drawn to the impressive thick erection pointing my way.

The weight of it bobbed as he shifted and crawled onto the bed. His intense gaze held mine for a beat longer, then his attention trailed down my body, pausing at my chest before landing at the juncture of my thighs.

I blew out a nervous breath. Even so, no fear remained about us moving forward. I wanted this—wanted him.

Knees planted on the bed, he leaned his weight back, resting on his heels between my parted legs, then swallowed hard. After a deep breath, he hooked his thumbs under my thong straps on either hip and tugged, gradually dragging the lace down over my thighs. When he’d pulled the material as far as our closeness would allow, instead of moving, he yanked the fabric up and my legs with it. His hands caught under my calves, spread over the muscles, then pressed forward until my legs straightened in front of his chest.

Once the scrap of lace cleared my ankles, he tossed it over his shoulder. But his gaze never strayed from that private space between my legs. My chest heaved up on a breath, excitement thrilling though me as I lay before him, vulnerable, wholly exposed.

“Fucking gorgeous.” The words growled out from his throat, guttural.

A smile curled my lips. “You are.”

And he was.

It wasn’t just the wild beauty of his face, the lustrous dark hair that framed it, and his primed athletic body. His mind challenged me. His heart captivated me. The soul of a man dedicated to helping others before himself riveted me.

Everything Darren was…had become all I’d ever wanted.

With gentle movements, he leaned forward and lowered his body over mine. Dipping his head down, he planted a soft kiss above my navel. Another landed between my breasts. His face turned to the side, his lips running over the transparent lace of my bra. When his mouth reached the peak, he exhaled warm breath over my nipple.

Ache pinged there then snapped through me in a split second, firing into a sharper twinge between my legs. I gasped at the erotic sensation.

Another low growl rumbled from him right before his mouth captured it between his lips.

My awareness shattered as pleasure sparked through my whole body. On a ragged groan, I arched off the bed, but he shifted his upper body weight, pressing me back down. Small tugs as he suckled became harder nips. Each one wired directly to the sizzling pulse that throbbed between my legs.

With a loud pop, he released the captive nipple. Then he nuzzled my other breast while his hands reached behind my back; deft fingers unfastened my bra with a single twist. He eased backward, pulling the lace free with both hands to expose my breasts. He stared at them, transfixed with a held breath, before tossing the bra behind him too.

Then his gaze clashed with mine. “Perfect.”

Warmth bloomed in my chest—that he thought so with a meaning that reached far beyond skin deep.

He lowered back down and seized my lips. My breath caught at the intensity of the kiss, different than before—tender and deliberate. Every gentle sip and slow suck held the weight of heavy emotion.

When he pulled back, I brushed a thumb over his cheekbone. The flameless candle on my nightstand flickered, making his skin sparkle.

I almost laughed. “You have body glitter on your face.”

“I’m about to have body glitter all over me.”

Without another word or any warning, he lunged backward until he dropped between my thighs, his wide shoulders spreading them. I watched the top of his head for a brief second, until delicious heat licked a broad path over my center. Then my head fell back on a strangled cry when harder sucking pressure speared hot ache through me.

My breaths reduced to shallow pants. Blood rushed through my ears as the ache intensified. When the sensations became too great, my body arched bowstring tight off the bed. I hung there, on a precipice of pain and pleasure. My hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in as I gasped for breath.

He slowed his movements, easing the pressure—toying with me.

The edge of my orgasm hovered just out of reach.

“Pleeease…” The graveled plea rasped from my throat.

Warm air fogged over the sensitive skin as he pulled back, denying me.

My clit throbbed.

One heartbeat. Another.

I groaned as the exquisite pressure grew to be nearly unbearable.

Then all at once, hot and fast, he covered me with his mouth, lashing me with his tongue.

I gasped, then burst into sizzling sparks of pleasure on a scream. Hard pulses ravaged my body as he continued to lick and suck with renewed force. Wave after wave crashed through me, over and over, as I became lost to the demands of his talented mouth.