Heart Breaker (Break on Through) (9 page)

He had paced himself into the living room, so I sat down on my comfy wingback chair. Tucking my legs underneath me, I stayed quiet.

“Everyone thinks it’s cool that I can remember every moment of my life since I was eleven years old, and it certainly entertains at a cocktail party, let me tell ya.” His tone was heavy, burdened with years of pent-up emotions and a trace of sarcasm. “My mind lives in the past, replaying events and conversations and confrontations over and over again. And when you had a childhood like mine, a fucking minefield between two whacked-out narcissists who made
The War of the Roses
look like a goddamn Disney film, well, then that means I get to relive those moments over and over again, on a continuous loop. But that’s not all of it.

“So I get into divorce law. Which I’m good at, by the way, with one of the reasons being to ensure other self-absorbed, vindictive parents don’t take out their mutual animosity for each other on their kids.” He stalked over to where I was sitting and sat directly across from me, on the edge of my coffee table. “Did you know I’m the only divorce law practice in the country that has a team of full-time child psychologists and social workers on my staff?”

I shook my head to his rhetorical question.

“I have mandatory individual and family therapy sessions, built into my retainer and hourly fee structure. And doing that helps me sleep at night. But that doesn’t mean I still don’t have every verbal argument I’ve witnessed between my clients and their soon-to-be-exes in my mind. Another film on a continuous loop, showcasing the misery born and raised between two people who supposedly loved each other.

“When I saw you on stage…when I talked to you at Lauren and Jackson’s party—” He reached out and took of both my hands. So warm. Soothing me with his touch. “Those are some of the only times in my life when I was completely in the moment. Usually, when I’m talking to someone, stuff they say or a look on their face will trigger a memory. And then, instead of being with them, I’m back on some memory loop. And it’s usually one playing out how all the relationships I’ve ever known have disintegrated into piles of ash right in front of me.

“But that didn’t happen with you. Not once, Samantha,” Kyle said while getting off the table, planting his knees on the floor and wrapping his arms around my lower body and pulling me effortlessly into his frame. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever met who kept me off the misery loop.”

“The misery loop?”

“The shit that plays in my mind. It all fades away when I’m with you. Everything about you grabs me by the balls.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. And I’m not a woman easily flustered. But as he looked up at me, him leaning his body into mine, with his knees on the floor, I was at a loss.

“I— What do you expect from me here?” I asked him, feeling odd I was looking down at him. “Am I some kind of diversion for you?”

His whole body stilled. “Guess I’m not doing a good job explaining myself.” He suddenly lifted my entire body in his arms and I yelped loudly.

“Kyle! Let me down!”

“Not happening,” he answered, with his lips going right to my neck, working magic with his mouth and tongue. My legs had a mind of their own too and surrounded his waist, tightening around him. So did my arms around his neck, as my eyes closed, basking in the way his lips dragged across the sensitive skin behind my ear. Down the column of my neck. Across my collarbone and in the crevice of my breasts.

“Baby,” he murmured, with his lips pressed against my pulse. “Yeah, you are distracting, but you’re not something I’m using just to forget the bad shit.”

Without looking, without even asking which way it was, Kyle somehow found his way directly to my bedroom. As if he’d been navigating his way right there his whole life.

He tossed me on the bed and I actually bounced a couple of times as he threw off his jacket and undid his belt before covering me with his body. He settled his weight on me and started stroking my hair right by my temples. Kyle’s touch was comforting, and yet, at the same time, feeling his hardening cock running along the seam between my legs made my breath catch in my throat.

“Consumed by you, Sam,” he said, gazing into my eyes with an intensity I wasn’t used to and didn’t know what to do with. “The way you walk, the sound of your voice…the fact you’ve got a wicked sharp mind and yet you look like some delicate, tiny pixie who could get blown away by one harsh wind. And yet, you’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. Living through what happened to your folks, renovating this house almost completely by yourself. Not to mention being so unbelievably talented that your presence eats up a theater space a thousand times your size.”

I’d heard this from him before, and while of course I loved hearing it, it didn’t explain to me why he’d bailed the way he did. I diverted my gaze and squirmed some, first, because he was getting heavy on me, and second, well, because I didn’t trust him still.

A shadow cast over his features and I instantly knew he understood. “Went to bed that night with you knowing something fundamental had changed for me. Went to bed ecstatic about it and woke up totally freaked.”

My eyes darted back to his. “But why?” I breathed.

“Because I’m a guy and I’m an idiot.”

I didn’t say anything, just stared at him, waiting for a real answer.

He rested his forehead against mine and let out a chuckle. “Not gonna let me get away with shit, are ya?”

“Nope,” I didn’t hesitate to answer.

He looked up, his eyes filled with amusement, that crooked smile of his turning soft. “Didn’t think so…”

I raised my eyebrows, as if saying to him, “Well, get to it already.”

He grimaced but kept stroking me by my temples, which I still loved, which still felt amazing. “Knew from the moment I slipped inside you, especially with you trusting me enough to tie you up, that I could fall in love with you.”

I sucked in a breath, gasped even, and I’m sure my eye widened like saucers.

“Yeah,” he continued, “and while I hear that being in love’s one of the most crazy rides of a lifetime, I wasn’t too hot to be taken for one.”

“What do you mean?”

“Honey,” he said in a patronizing tone, “not my first rodeo. I know a heartbreaker when I see one.”

“Yeah, so do I,” I quipped back, now wanting to be anywhere but under him. I gave him a push. “It wasn’t
me
running away from
you
. It was the other way ’round. So who’s the heartbreaker?” I tried again to move away “Get off of me, Kyle!”

He started laughing—actually
laughing
—when I gave it my all to get away from him. “C’mon, not the first time you’ve ever heard that. I know I’ve got the same reputation, so quit your fussin’.”

“I’m not fussin’,” I snapped back. “You’re just too heavy for my li’l ol’ pixie body. Get off!”

Suddenly Kyle went from amused to turned on. I could tell because his eyes fixated on me, like he was a panther reach to pounce. “If memory serves, this li’l ol’ body of yours fits like a velvet glove around my cock.”

Suddenly I got a tingle right between my legs, as if his words alone could make me turn into wet, needy heat, but I was still trying like hell to fight off the magnetic pull he had on me.

“Hope your memory serves you well ’cause that’s
all
you’re going to get.”

He bit his bottom lip, trying to quell a growing smile. “You want me just as much as I want you.” He then slid off of me just enough for him to untie my robe. “And I can prove it right now.” Then, without any warning, his hand went right into my panties, his fingers finding my sweet spot. He rolled my swollen clit, and my back bucked off the bed, the pleasure humming through me. I turned my head and closed my eyes, already too far gone to resist him anymore.

“That’s it, Sam,” he whispered in my ear. “Let me have you. Give it all to me, woman.”

What made it even better were his full lips grasping at my puckering nipple, pulling the bud hard, which made my core clench. All the while still playing with me, creating a rise of exquisite surrender in every cell of my being.

Suddenly he stopped and I actually mewed loudly, like a wanton cat in the alley denied her fill during heat. I blushed and closed my eyes again.

I heard him let out a soft laugh. “Don’t hide from me, beautiful,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt and shucking off the rest of his clothes. I slowly opened my eyes and was glad I did, taking in the show of Kyle’s body. Magnificent.

“You on the pill or the shot? Something like that?”

My eyes widened again. “Um, I get the shot. Why?”

He gave me another one of those heart-pulsing smiles, and without losing my eyes, put his knee to the bed and crawled up my body. The minute his skin touched mine, something deep in my soul relaxed. Like a part of me was coming home.

“Want to be inside you bare.” Then he added, “I’m clean, by the way. Never fucked without a condom before.”

“Never?”

He cupped my face and rubbed the pad of his thumb back and forth across the apple of my cheek. Then, he lowered his body onto mine, being both sweet and carnal all at once. Coming close to my ear, he whispered, “Want to feel you and that hot, wet pussy. Want to make love to you and fuck you ’til you can’t feel your legs. Want you to let me come in that sweet pussy of yours. In that hot, sassy mouth too.” Using his legs, he moved my knees apart, settling more comfortably between my legs, his cock rubbing up and down my soaked cleft. He placed my arms over my head and interlaced our fingers together. It was almost impossible to focus because the friction he was making was incinerating my resolve to keep Kyle at arm’s length.

“You don’t play fair,” I tried saying on a pout, but it came off like the moan it was because he was working his hips in perfect tandem with mine. He wasn’t inside me, but he was using his dick to stimulate my core, and it was freakin’ awesome.

“I won’t play fair,” he said with his unwavering focus on me. “And I won’t play around either. It’s just you and me from now on. That’s a promise.”

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe him with every fiber of my being. Because I knew right then and there I had already fallen for him a while ago.

But I had doubts. And a mouth I was never afraid to use. “Kyle, if you hadn’t seen me there tonight, we wouldn’t be here now. You’d be in bed with that…that woman.” The idea of his client made me stiffen underneath him, draining the warmth between us like a sieve.

He looked at me for a beat or two then busted out laughing, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “Are you kidding me?” He shook his head and rubbed his hand over his face. “First of all, no I wouldn’t have been here with you tonight, but I had already made up my mind to come after you earlier this week.”

“You had?”

“Yeah, baby,” he confirmed. “I was just planning what I was going to have to do to win you back.”

My teeth sank into my top lip because suddenly I was all kinds of embarrassed.

“Too cute,” he said low and deep, his voice like warm honey to my senses. “And I haven’t, nor was I ever, gonna fuck her. I may have been a bit of a horn dog before, but I never lost my sense of taste.” He studied my face to gauge my reaction. “We good now?”

I looked up at him, at this man I already knew I was falling in love with. He was gorgeous and sexy, complicated and funny. He was a children’s advocate and a man whore, a loyal friend and, until less than five minutes ago, a guy who never did commitment. But then again, until recently, neither did I.

I guess I had to make a choice: to trust with my whole heart, the way my sister would tell me I needed to do, or keep on keeping on the way I always had. Both options made me feel dizzy even though I was lying down.

“Let me in, Sam,” he said on a whispered plea, his eyes searching mine, the first sign of his vulnerability that I’d ever seen. He wasn’t just asking to be let into my body bare. He wanted under my skin. Inside the marrow of my bones and through my veins. Straight to my heart.

I gazed up into his burning eyes and my whole being softened at the sight. “Kyle,” I said very softly, “you’re already in there.”

His whole face relaxed, letting go of tension I didn’t notice he was holding.

“Let me feel all of you,” I continued. “Make love to me.”

His grip on my hands got tighter and, without even needing any help, he guided his cock into me. Filling me so completely that I let out a small cry. His face came to my neck and his breath warmed my already fevered skin. He started to move his hips and I lifted my legs to take him in deeper. To feel each thrust of him.

“God, you feel so good, honey,” he choked out while meeting my eyes again. “Knew we’d fit perfectly.”

He increased his pace and his hands slid down my arms and grabbed my breasts, pinching my nipples in between his fingers. The pressure was exquisite with just a hint of pain that shot straight through my body in between my legs, making my clit ache and throb.

“Oh God!” I cried out. “I need…I want…”

“Shh, I’ve got you, Sam.” And he did, because his hand came between us and he started rubbing and fondling my clit while thrusting harder and deeper inside me. He was leaning his weight onto his other arm, extended so that he was hovering above me while I was falling apart.

“It’s so good, Kyle. I’m gonna come!”

“Fuck, you’re so tight. And you’re close too. Gonna milk my cock with that sweet pussy when you come for me?”

“Hell yeah,” I answered, wavering on the brink of my orgasm.

“I feel it,” he gasped, now rocketing in and out of me like a piston. “Fuck, squeeze my dick just like that, baby.”

Then he went from his intense circles to giving it a hard pinch, and that was it. My orgasm crashed over and through me like a tidal wave. And I was drowning in him and the way he loved and worked my body and soul. He followed soon afterward, letting out a sound close to a roar. He was loud, and he vibrated through the room. Then he collapsed on top of me, and I luxuriated in the pressure his body gave to mine. Made me feel safe. Encircled.

I may have loved it, but I was also a mess.