Page 69 of Heartbreaker
A heavy exhale passes through my lips, and I take the final step forward, draping my arms over his shoulders.
“Forgive me?” John asks, letting his hands come to rest on my hips.
“You’re on probation.”
“I’ll take it.” A soft smile lifts his cheeks before he leans in, covering my mouth with his own. The kiss is soft, timid, testing the waters to see how much I’m willing to give. When he pulls back, he tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear. His gaze falls to my lips briefly, asking for permission, and when I nod, he wastes no more time, molding his mouth to mine. John sighs when I part my lips, opening myself even further to him. With every pass of his tongue, my need for him grows stronger. In one swift motion, he lifts me off my feet, setting me on the counter as a laugh spills from me.
John smiles, leaning in to kiss me again. A deep, slow kiss that makes me squirm. He pulls down the top of my sundress, exposing my braless chest, and draws a line with the tip of his tongue up the valley of my breasts. My head falls back when his mouth finds the column of my throat. He inhales deeply before pressing his lips to the same spot. Goosebumps erupt over my skin.
“I thought you wanted to get dinner,” I say with a breathy chuckle, pushing my fingers through the length of his hair.
“We will.” His words are warm against my skin. Fingers bunch the fabric of my dress, shoving it up my legs, the air ice-cold against my skin. “But you know I’m a dessert before dinner kind of guy.”
He drags my ass to the edge of the counter, and he never breaks eye contact as he pulls my underwear down my legs and kneels before me.Holy fuck. The sight is one that I’ll never forget. The look in his eyes…Want—no need—and it’s all because of me. I can’t say this is the first time we’ve christened the kitchen, but it’s the first time he has chosen this particular spot for this particular activity.
John kisses my ankle, a lingering kiss that lights my skin on fire where his lips touch, and a rush of warmth spreads throughout my body when his tongue draws a line from my ankle to my thigh. He spreads my legs farther apart, lifting one of my feet to the counter and the other to rest on the handles, exposing me to him completely. His eyes practically roll into the back of his head when he looks at me, left wholly open to him. I’ve never been with someone who enjoyed eating pussy as much as John. The first time he tried, I was self-conscious because neither of my exes had been interested in it. Did they love getting their dick sucked? Absolutely. But they had no interest in returning the favor.
“Fuck, Sweetheart.” John’s voice is soft but thick with desire as his fingers ghost between my legs. My body clenches when he dips inside me, and I moan at the loss when he pulls back out. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. Blue eyes meet mine when they open again, and he smiles, but doesn’t waste another minute, burying his face between my legs.
I cry out, my back bowing, fingers white against the edge of the marble. Soft grunts of satisfaction fall past his lips as his tongue strokes up and down and then flattens against my clit, dragging over the sensitive bud at a brutally slow pace before returning to my center. His tongue soon is replaced by his fingers, pushing inside me.
My nipples ache, desperate for attention, but I’m so close to the edge of the counter, I’m sure I’ll fall if I let go. The only thing keeping me steady is his arm and my hands. Testing my theory, I brace myself with my right hand and let my left slide up my side to my chest, squeezing my breast. I lightly pinch and roll my nipple, and a soft whimper of pleasure falls past my lips.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs against me. “Do whatever you want. I want you to feel good, Sweetheart.” His tongue makes long strokes over my center, and then the tip of it slips past my folds, a pattern that makes my body tense as I climb higher. I breathe out anOh,fuckunder my breath when he suckles my clit between his lips. My breathing turns labored as he continues to flick against the sensitive bud, long fingers curling inside me. I trust his strength, letting one hand tangle in his hair, and the other falls against the counter behind me as my orgasm builds to its peak. My body tingles, and a wave of heat radiates from my core.
He continues to push thick fingers inside me as I ride the waves of my orgasm. Lapping up the remainder of my release, John hums in satisfaction before his tongue drags one final stroke up my center and clit.
I stay there, eyes closed, head back, completely open to him, soaking in the high for a moment longer. John pulls himself up from the floor, and I begin to step down so we can clean up before dinner, not anticipating the sudden fullness as he slips his cock into me with one solid thrust. My eyes open to find his staring straight into mine as he rocks into me. This time, though, there’s something else hidden in his eyes. Behind all the want and desire, there’s something I haven’t seen in a long time. An uncertainty—or fear, maybe. I can’t quite describe it. Whatever it is, it draws me closer to him.
I press my forehead against his and kiss him. His tongue darts into my mouth, opening me wide to him as we move in a familiar rhythm.
“Come for me, Sav,” he begs. “Come on my dick.”
The words draw me closer to the edge once again. “I’m close,” I whisper.
“I know, baby. You come when you want, I’m right behind you.”
My hand falls between us, circling the already sensitive bud, and before I know it, another orgasm rushes through me. He continues to fuck me through it, spilling inside me as we come together.
John lifts my gaze back to his and kisses me again. I sigh into the kiss and can feel the weight of the last few days begin to settle on my shoulders again. Tears sting my eyes as they form, and one slips down my cheek despite me trying to suck them back down. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lie.
“Don’t do that, Sweetheart.” John pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, letting his eyes roam across my face for a brief moment. “I know that I haven’t made this easy on you. I’m sorry. I do trust you, Savannah. I trust you with my whole heart, but it’s him I don’t trust. And I’m just sorry you got caught in the crossfire.”
“Is there something else going on?” I ask, remembering the strange look in his eyes moments ago. He sighs, biting down on his lip before shaking his head. “John, you can tell me—”
“No, Sav. It’s nothing like that. I just…I feel bad for how I acted and how I’ve treated you over the last few days. I want to do everything I can to make this up to you.”
“Well,” I say with a small smile, and wrap my legs around his waist. “This was a pretty good start.”
John chuckles softly, pressing a quick kiss against my lips, and helps me stand off the counter, adjusting my dress. I watch him disappear into our bedroom at the other end of the living room before I finally let my smile fall. Sex and a few “I love you’s” aren’t going to fix what happened, but like I said, it’s a start. However, I’m fully convinced there’s more to this story. This is more than John’s dislike for Drake; his distrust of Drake. The nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that refuses to go away only confirms it. However, figuring out what it is will have to wait until tomorrow, because tonight I’m not in the mood.
It’s been two days since I confronted John about Noah’s phone call, and every time I start to get past what happened—to let it go once and for all—it creeps its way in again. I have to remind myself that John only got involved for my benefit…He isn’t trying to dictate my life or career. He doesn’t trust Drake (granted, neither do I after hearing all of the stories about him), but that’s not a good reason to meddle in my fucking career and my—Breathe.
Everything is going to be fine. Everythingisfine. The conversation is over, we’ve worked things out, and there’s no reason to continue rehashing it. John knows how I feel; he won’t do it again. And if he does…
If he does, I don’t know what I’ll do.
