Heartbreaker (Unbreakable #1)(76)

And I was.

“I’m yours,” I murmured against his ear. “All of me.”

Another shudder racked through his body at my declaration, like he’d needed to hear me say the words to feel it, believe it.

With reverent deliberate motions, he took what I offered, nudging me open, then sliding powerfully inside with one smooth stroke. He brushed the hair out of my eyes and stared down at me, his darkened eyes sparkling. Our chests expanded and contracted as one, pressing our thumping hearts together. We belonged to each other. Had become one—in every way.

Then we began to move.

Breaths mingled between gasping kisses. Bodies arched in undulating rhythm. Hands gripped, hearts raced, pleasure burned and sizzled until on a cry, my orgasm exploded through me. He pressed his lips to my neck and let out a choked roar as his pulsed forth, seconds later.

Minutes passed in lazy time as we laid there, floating back down to earth from somewhere up in the stratosphere. He sucked in a slow, deep breath, then let out a contented sigh. When his muscles relaxed further, he moved slightly to the side, shifting his crushing weight. I gripped him tighter with my arms and legs, rolling with him.

No idea how long we laid like that. The dreamlike state we drifted into had warped time. And neither of us was in a hurry to go anywhere. Not to plan a party or worry about our complicated lives. Not even to make our long-forgotten breakfast.

Whenever he twitched, like he’d fallen asleep, I’d snuggle closer. Then he’d band his arms tighter around me. Nonsensical cozy images filtered into my mind: foamy ocean waves lapping a sugar-sand beach, the sound of the wind rushing through the needles of a pine forest, lying in cool grass while the sun warmed my legs. Gradually, I came back to reality. And my favorite thing of them all rested right there in my arms.

With a satisfied hum, I gripped him tighter once more, burrowing into his body heat.

“Mmm. You smell so good.”

“Hhhmmmph,” he grunted.

“No, you do.” I pressed my nose to his hairline, above his temple. On a slow inhale, I drew in more of his delicious scent. “Smoky sweet, like toasted marshmallow. With a hint of spicy earth.”

His chuckle rumbled out. “Thanks. I smell like a dirty marshmallow.”

I smacked his stomach lightly. “Not at all what I meant.”

He let out a snort. “You described a gooey burnt blob dropped into the dirt.”

I skimmed my hand over his taut abs, sliding down along his side and tucking closer until I curved a hand possessively around his far hip and hooked a bent leg over his thigh. “Not a chance.” I pressed a gentle kiss to his chest. “I take great care of my smoking marshmallows. My hand would cradle below. Mouth watering, I’d want to taste. But not yet.” I brushed my lips over his skin. “Too hot.” I exhaled a slow sigh, leaning into his solid body. “Sex-on-a-stick hot.”

His hand covered mine, fingers curling around to grasp it. Then he moved my hand toward me, lower, until he pressed my palm firmly over his rigid length. “I’ll show you sex” —he arched his pelvis into our hands— “on a stick.”

Heat coiled through me, low and demanding. Even as humor teased my brain. “No. That is no stick.” I wrapped my hand around his impressive girth, fingertips not quite touching. “It’s a thick branch.”

All of a sudden, the world flipped. His weight pressed over me. My body sank into the couch. “Not a branch.” The argument was growled against the column of my neck.

I swallowed hard, wrapping my body around him. “No.”

No description encompassed all that he was. He was the trunk, the tree, the whole damn forest, the continent below and the sky above. When he slid inside, inch by inch, all thoughts of comparison melted away.

He became my whole world once again.





Darren…

Kiki backed into her bathroom, eyes widening. “Shouldn’t we start making calls for the party?”

“Later,” I murmured, taking another step toward her.

Steam fogged the mirrors.

Water spattered the tiles.

But the second Kiki stepped under the spray?

Nothing else existed.

I couldn’t get enough of her. Had denied what I’d needed for too long.

And I now knew, I needed her.

My brain short-circuited for further coherent thought. Dark glossy hair. Bright blue eyes. Pink smiling cheeks. Wet and naked…miles and miles of wet and naked.

I crowded her through the spray, then pressed her against the tiles.

Her smile drew together into a luscious purse of her lips as she blew out a breath.

“Whatcha doin’, Darren? Hard to get clean this way.”

“Dirty,” I growled, sliding my hands up her slick skin. “Always dirty first.”

Her soft laughter was muffled by my hard kiss. Seconds later, her low moan vibrated.

When I hoisted her up, she wrapped her legs around me, arching to trap my erection right where she needed it between our bodies. We kissed, exploring our mouths with hungry strokes as she slid her clit up and down my length.

Her hands gripped fistfuls of hair at my scalp. Her bare heels dug in over my ass.

When her breaths began to catch, her tiny whimpers growing louder, I gave her several hard, fast hip thrusts. On a held breath, her entire body froze, rigid. Then she orgasmed on an ear-splitting scream, echoes bouncing off the tiles.