Page 4 of Heartbreaker
“Theo.” That’s all the exchange consists of before the man named Theo steps off the elevator, and John pulls me inside, letting the doors close.
“Friend of yours?” I ask.
“Yes and no,” John answers with a shrug. “Think more of a close acquaintance on the corporate side of things.” The answer only serves to bring more questions to mind, but I tell myself they don’t matter because after tonight, I’m never going to see this man—or Theo—again.
John stands on the opposite side of the elevator, hands gripping the handrail behind him, his eyes cast on the floor. I can practically see the swirling thought cloud hovering above his head. There’s a war inside him, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s having second thoughts…or maybe I’m just projecting my own insecurities, my own worries, onto him.
One final ding signals our arrival on the twentieth floor. His gaze trails from the floor up the length of my body. Warmth radiates from his darkened stare, and any sense of hesitation I’d been feeling moments ago dissipates. Without warning, John steps forward, claiming my mouth with his own. The railing digs into my back, the metal cool against my burning skin as my jacket bunches. The kiss is all-consuming. I feel him everywhere, despite one hand being firmly planted on my waist and the other on the wall behind me. It’s not enough, I need more. I need him, all of him.
John groans when I pull his bottom lip between my teeth, eyes on fire when they meet mine, as his hand slams against the door when it begins to close. His other hand moves from my waist, threading his fingers through mine to drag me down the hallway. I can barely keep up with his long strides before coming to an abrupt stop in front of his room. He waves the keycard over the little black rectangular box fixed on the door, but a red light blinks alongside a derogatory beep.
With an amused huff, I fall back against the wall, watching him continue to wave the card. Each attempt is met with a red light. He curses under his breath, and I reach for the card. My hand envelops his much larger one, slowly guiding it over the lock. letting it rest there instead of waving it frantically like he’d been doing, and a second later, it blinks green, followed by the sound of the lock opening.
John opens the door, but doesn’t walk in. He pulls me into another kiss on this side of the threshold. It’s softer, sweeter, and more inviting. It draws on something buried so deep, I’ve never felt something like it before. It’s warm and bright, intimate and familiar, and I never want it to end. I can’t hide the soft pout when he puts a small space between us. His lips have a slight red tint to them from my lipstick.God, please tell me it’s not smudged across my face, I beg quietly, using my thumb and index finger to wipe the edge of my lips. They come back clean, and I offer a silent word of thanks, meeting his stare again. “Are you sure about this, Savvy? I don’t—We don’t have—”
“John.” The sound of his name brings a halt to his rambling. “Stop talking.”
Blue eyes darken again before he does just that. He captures my lips in a kiss that silences any second thoughts either of us might have as we step over the threshold. Warm hands slide down my back and palm my ass, and a soft squeal escapes me when he lifts my feet off the ground. Shrugging out of my jacket, I let it fall in a heap on the floor before I reach for the hem of my shirt and tug, pulling it over my head. His eyes drop from mine to my newly exposed skin, drinking in every inch. His throat bobs as he swallows before lifting his gaze back to mine.
“You are beautiful, Sav.”
The way he says it…I know he means it and not just because he’s trying to seduce me. The soft look in his eyes tells me he genuinely thinks so. If we’re supposed to walk away after tonight, he’s going to have to stop saying and doing things like this. What would someone say who was trying to keep it…casual?
“You have too many clothes on.”
Good.Well done, Savannah.That wasn’t a dead giveaway to your anxiety at all.
John breathes out a soft chuckle, and his brow raises knowingly before my back hits the mattress. His hand reaches behind to the nape of his neck and pulls the fabric over his head in one swift motion.Holy shit. My eyes travel the planes of his bare chest, and I’m almost certain I’ve never seen anything more magnificent. How is this man real? I reach my hand out to touch him, tracing the dusted freckles on his shoulders and the single tattoo on his right side—a cross made up of three thick railroad spikes. It’s the kind of tattoo that you know bears a heavy weight and meaning behind it, a story that feels too intimate to ask about for a one-time thing.
I feel like I should be nervous right now, half naked in front of this beautiful man (if that’s even the right way to describe him), but the way he’s looking at me makes me feel like I’m the only woman on the planet. And for now, that’s more than enough—it’s more than I ever felt with Conner, and certainly more than my other ex, Jaxon. The warm skin contracts beneath my fingertips, a sharp inhale as my hands travel farther down his stomach, and the ache between my legs grows.
He takes my hand in his when I reach the waistband of his jeans, bringing each one of my fingertips to his lips, maintaining eye contact the whole time. A tingle radiates from each finger down my arm, and my body begins to vibrate with anticipation. John leans down to press a hard kiss on my lips before his mouth trails down my jaw. His tongue caresses the skin, dipping into the joint of my collarbone.
“John,” I gasp when he softly nibbles the skin, setting my nerves on fire. The flames spread with every kiss, bite, and lick, moving down my chest until he reaches the valley between my breasts. John brings my nipple to his mouth, capturing it through the fabric of my bra, and my spine arches, pushing further into the feeling of him. His hand cups my left breast, kneading the flesh through the black lace, before he tugs down the fabric and takes the hardened peak into his mouth. His tongue swirls around it, sucking greedily.
With a simple flick of his fingers, the button of my jeans comes undone, and I don’t know whether to be impressed or intimidated. It shouldn’t have been that easy, right?
He peels the denim from my thighs, shoving it down my legs until I’m left in only my underwear. A soft curse under his breath. His eyes shine with hunger when he looks up at me. “You’re fucking soaked, baby,” he rasps, one of his hands coming to graze my core, a thin layer of wet fabric the only thing between his fingers and me.
“Tease.” A breathy chuckle turns into a moan as two of his fingers push the fabric aside, slipping between my folds.
“What was that?” He licks his lips, gaze lingering on my body.
“You’re a fucking tease,” I say, and he slides another finger inside me. The pad of his thumb finds my clit, circling the swollen bud, and heat pools in my belly, a coil already begging to be released. I feel so full with just his fingers, but something tells me nothing will compare to having his cock inside me.
John brings his lips to my exposed nipple again, sucking the peak into his mouth. The mixture of teeth and tongue alongside the steady rhythm of his fingers sends me soaring, and I can feel my arousal coat the insides of my thighs. I audibly gasp when he bites down on my nipple, and the sensation pushes me closer to the edge of my orgasm. I’ve never been one to associate pain and pleasure—or maybe it’s because I’ve never considered it before—but the next time he bites down on the already sensitive bud, my back arches and I cry out from release.
A hum of satisfaction fills the air, and I open my eyes to find him sitting back on his haunches, sucking on his fingers. The sight alone is almost enough to make me come again. Why is that so fucking hot? John’s eyes roll back in pleasure before he opens them to meet my gaze, and anticipation prickles beneath my skin. “You taste even better than I thought.”
My teeth rake over my bottom lip, and I sit up on my elbows. John leans down to kiss me, brushing the hair off my face. His tongue sweeps across my lips, and I open to him—tongues tangled together in a desperate and eager embrace.
He parts from me too soon, stepping off the bed to undo the buttons of his jeans. Even from here, I can tell his body is…firm. Masculine. Like he’s dedicated hours at the gym and only ever eaten the right foods, curating a body he can be proud of. Oh no, I hope he’s not one of those crazy juice heads…
No, stop, Savannah.You’re never going to see him again.So, what if he is?That’s not your concern.
As he shoves denim, along with his underwear, down his legs, I can’t take my eyes off the sharp pair of lines that lead from his hips down to his now fully exposed groin. His cock is huge, maybe the biggest I’ve ever seen. Long and impossibly thick—how in the hell is that going to fit inside me?
There’s no time to ponder it, because when I draw my gaze back up to his, the look in his eyes makes my heart beat rapidly inside my chest. A hurricane of hunger…desire…want…need swirls in his cerulean eyes. I meet him at the edge of the bed, reaching to unclasp my bra and rid myself of my underwear. John cups my face in his hands, bringing his lips to mine in a soft, gentle kiss. I sigh against his mouth, and he guides me back onto the bed. A newfound sense of urgency flares between us.
