Page 78 of Break Me
A lump formed in my throat. The memory was one I hadn’t thought about in years. “It was about my father and the importance of family loyalty and what a solid base meant for your future.”
“Did your father react?” Her voice was quivering and she’d scooted closer to me.
“He did. He cried.” I briefly glanced away, huffing slightly. And here I thought I wasn’t an emotional kind of guy. “Family truly is important.”
“Yes, it is. Even if it’s a found family.”
There was a quiet moment shared between us, a sweet hint of peace and a connection that I’d never felt before. She placed her wine on the table, taking mine from me and putting it beside hers. So many things about this lovely woman were unexpected, including when she shifted even closer, tossing her long legs across mine.
The look she gave me was even more soulful than any I’d seen so far. I could also tell she had something on her mind. “You’re not like what I thought you were.”
“Hmmm. What does that mean exactly?”
Very slowly she lowered her gaze as she leaned forward so she could tug on my tie, loosening it further. “Don’t get me wrong. You’re still arrogant as hell and very dangerous. You admitted to that. I thought you were one-sided. Plastic.” Her gaze continued to travel down my chest to my belt, her breath quickening.
She continued loosening my tie until she pulled the knot free.
“What else?” My voice was low, husky, and dripping with the increasing desire I’d felt from the moment I’d walked into her house.
“You’re much more complex than I thought. You have a soft side. My daughter would have called you out for being fake in a heartbeat.”
“Just like her mom.”
“Maybe.” Halle lifted her gaze briefly, licking her bottom lip in the most provocative way. “She has learned a few things from her mother.” Very slowly she tugged the tie from around my neck, purposely draping it around the glasses of wine. Every move practiced, she began to unfasten the buttons on my stained shirt.
“In fact,” she continued, “I’d almost call you a teddy bear hiding behind the façade of a tough guy.”
“A teddy bear, huh?” My cock was throbbing more than normal. She had a way of making me crazy, longing to do very bad things to her luscious body.
“Uh-huh.” She concentrated on her task, yanking my shirt from my trousers so she could finish unbuttoning it. “If you aren’t careful, people might mistake you for being a nice guy.”
“And we wouldn’t want that. Would we?” I rolled my palm down her leg, tugging on her slipper. She purred in response so as a reward, I removed the other fluffy bootie, rubbing her foot.
“Mmm… No. All those enemies trying to kill you wouldn’t know how to deal with trying to assassinate a nice guy.”
I laughed and raised my fingers to her face, lightly brushing my finger back and forth until she visibly quivered.
Her touch was heated and as she rolled the shirt over my shoulders, her chest rose and fell. Her nipples were already tight peaks, poking through the thin material of her PJs. She managed to ease onto her knees, her fingers dancing along my skin as she controlled how quickly the shirt was pushed down my arms. Yet before she yanked the material away, she lifted one hand, caressing my jaw.
Her head tilted and she gingerly brushed the tip of her index finger around my lips before tracing the dimple in my chin. She broke into a smile as if just discovering the feature often hidden beneath two or three days of beard stubble. Very slowly, she lowered her head, darting the tip of her tongue into the shell of my ear.
“Be careful,” I muttered. “Plokhiye devochki budut nakhodit’sya pod kontrolem.” I couldn’t remember the last time when I’d spoken Russian. Not even to my brothers or sister. There was just no need. But with her, it felt more intimate.
“What did you say?”
“I’m not telling you.”
The little vixen had learned from my tactics. She bit my earlobe, even growling as if a wild animal.
“Okay. Okay. I surrender.”
Her smile was one of satisfaction.
“I said bad girls will be controlled. I will do whatever it takes to make that happen.”
“We shall see about that.” She took her time exploring my chest, also tracing lines on my tattoos. Her fascination was enthralling and it was impossible to take my eyes off her. As she pressed several kisses against my shoulder, her hair brushed across her face and I inhaled deeply.
My balls were now aching, my breathing hitching more than hers.
