Break My Heart (The Heart Series Book 2) (7 page)

For me, it’s just him. I don’t want or need anything else.

Once the lock is clasped, he trails the back of his hand over the curve of my neck, his breath tickling my nape. His lips land softly on my skin, inciting goose-bumps to erupt all over my body. My core instantly pulses, and my nipples harden.

He’s the air I breathe; it’s his heartbeat inside my chest that keeps me alive.

He clears his throat and returns back to his seat in time for the waitress to reappear. One look at our expressions and her smile falters. She hands the check to Tommy, but I know better. She’s embarrassed. Chances are her number
is
behind the check, and she just witnessed our very intimate moment.

This
is what I need to focus on. The unspoken aura that is only ours, no matter where we are or what is going on around us. Ever since we met, no one understood me better, saw the real me better than Tommy.

We hold each other’s hearts. And I need to believe in that now more than ever.

قلب

Tommy takes my hand and I shyly allow it. Knowing how I feel about PDAs doesn’t stop him from softly caressing my knuckles with his thumb, while we cross the street and head into the garage.

I look up at his profile, mesmerized by him. How did I get so lucky? Memory of that conversation during our final stakeout together stirs. How we picked the same MOS in the Army and ended up in the same unit, platoon, and squad. About the odds of us meeting at all.

He’s always been part of my world and the thought of losing him, or never having found him, terrifies me. And if my life’s track record is any indication, the proverbial other shoe will be dropping soon. I’m a realist. Nothing in this life is without sacrifice.

What will ours be?

I don’t want to think too much about it. I just want to enjoy him while I can.

And right now, I want to feel him inside me more than I want to breathe.

“Where did you go?” He stops inside the parking structure, bringing our entwined hands to his lips, kissing my fingers lightly, his eyes burning with passion and mischief.

“Are you sure you have work tonight?” I say, the words heavy with intent.

Our gazes collide and his heady expression is my undoing. A small growl escapes his throat as he brings his forehead against mine, holding both my hands.

“God, Lil, I want you.”

“Then come home with me,” I plead, our lips almost touching.

I scan around us, noticing we are very much in public view. Tommy groans in frustration and yanks me along.

“Where are you parked?” he asks and I point in the overall direction.

“Good. I’m parked that way too.”

There’s urgency in his step, so I try to keep up. The garage is packed but there isn’t much pedestrian traffic. The occasional car slowly circles looking for a spot, leaving the smell of exhaust hanging in the air. The clicking of our shoes on the asphalt echoes around us.

Tommy doesn’t say a word; he marches on, reaching inside his pocket for his keys. The second we reach his Charger, he opens his car door and traps me with his body. His hands cupping my face, his mouth consumes mine unapologetically.

All tension vacates me, leaving behind a mass of limber bones, a marionette to be controlled by its puppet master. My body obeys every single demand Tommy makes, eagerly reciprocating. My back arches, pressing into his hard, massive body, and my lips part, welcoming him. He nips and licks, and I savor every single part of his exploration. My hands cling to his waist; all I can do is hang on for dear life while he takes me along for the ride.

Panting, he reluctantly breaks contact, pressing his forehead against mine. Eyes closed, he struggles for composure. A small groan of frustration escapes his throat.

“Why didn’t you wear a dress, Lil?” He brushes my cheek with his thumb.

“You know I hate dresses, why would you even ask me to wear one?”

“Because, if you had, I’d be inside of you this very minute,” he says huskily before his tongue parts my lips once more.

CHAPTER 6

Tommy

Christ, I have to taste her.

Before she comes to her senses, I cup her mound, rubbing softly on her clit.

My dick is so hard. I need to have her.
Now
.

I need to bury myself inside of her, all the way. Feel her core grip me like a fist, pumping and squeezing my cock dry as we come together….

But I can’t. I have to work.

I’ll have to wait until who knows when, which is frustrating as hell.

If we’d stayed in, there’s no way I would’ve been able to rally up the willpower to leave her place in time, which is why we’re here.

I have her pinned against my car where she can’t escape me. Her breath hitches, her eyes remain closed, and her short, panting breaths tickle my neck. Her forehead falls to my chest. I increase the pressure on her core, rubbing in just the right spot with my thumb.

Leaning into her, I whisper against her ear, “Are you wet for me, Lil?”

She nods slowly, as she pulls away from my chest. She’s trying to keep her composure, but it’s too late. I know how modest she is, and we’re in a parking garage.

But I don’t care.

I move my hand faster, pressing harder, while saying in her ear, “Come for me, Lil. Let me watch you come. Please, let go.”

I gently nibble at her earlobe, as her head tilts to the side exposing her beautiful, smooth neck. Running my mouth over her soft skin, I lick and nip, my breathing increasing right along with hers.

This is so fucking hot.

She’s
so fucking hot.

Her hands are clamped onto my arm like a vise grip, immobilizing me to the spot. I have my other arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her a prisoner to my sweet torture.

She’s fighting a losing battle, yet she won’t surrender. Faster, harder, I continue my ministrations, my voice deep and wanting.

“Open your eyes, Lil. I want to watch you.”

She shakes her head, still refusing to let go.

My stubborn girl.
I’ll just need to be more persuasive.

“Tonight, I’m going to be doing this to you, but I’ll be using my lips, my mouth on you, nibbling, and licking. Tasting until you’ve got nothing left to give. I can’t get enough, Lil, I never will.”

My words push her over the edge; her entire body tenses up and her eyes fly open in shock and surprise. A small squeal escapes her parted lips, and our eyes lock. She can’t believe we just did this, outside, in a public place. Her entire body unravels and she melts into my arms.

“Oh my God,” she whispers with a mixture of shame and awe, hiding her face in the crook of my neck.

That about sums it up.

She came, hard, right up against my car, with both of us fully clothed and erect.

I give her a small, reverent kiss. “You’re getting off easy. We could’ve been in my back seat, and I’d be rocking your world,” I tease playfully, relishing in the sated expression on her flushed face. My huge grin says it all, as I wiggle my eyebrows.  

I’m still rock hard, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I had to be around this woman for years with a raging case of blue balls for her, and I survived. A few more hours won’t kill me.

“How the hell would I know…what your perverted mind…had planned?” she pants, as if she just ran a marathon. “If anything, I’m glad I didn’t.” She’s out of breath, and it makes me chuckle.

“Just do as I ask next time and wear a freaking skirt, okay?”

She lets out a throaty laugh.

Her sweet lavender scent mixed with her afterglow is intoxicating. I breathe her into me, rubbing her earlobe and caressing her beautiful face with my nose. My eyes closed, I’m all senses. I don’t give a fuck about anything that’s going on outside of the two of us. My skin against hers soothes me, heals me, and makes me feel invincible. She’s my drug, and I’m hopelessly addicted.

She’s brushing her face against mine, and I chance a look. Beautiful, thick lashes frame those hypnotic eyes, pure unrestrained passion threatening to spill from them. She wants me as much as I want her. 

My hands trail down her blouse, slowly undoing the buttons, until I get a glimpse of her lacy pink bra and my necklace,
my
heart, hanging right above it. I bring the pad of my finger to the pendant, tracing her soft skin and reaching the top of her breast, the lace of her bra. My thumbs sweep over her nipples as they harden to my touch.

Fuck me.

I don’t care if people spot us. I want to have my fill of her before I venture out to the desert. Who knows when I’ll be able to have her again.

“Tommy.” Her breathless panting and struggle bring back my awareness.

She reluctantly pushes me away, straightening her jacket and coat, cutting off access to her body.

I’m all instinct and need, digging my fingers into her hips, fighting a battle between my brain and my dick. My heart is Switzerland. It wants her, needs her, anytime and anyplace, forever. So, if my dick wins, we’re doing it right here in my car. If my brain wins, I’ll have to take a cold shower or run five miles.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” It’s all I can say. I try, I really do. But since losing her I just want to make sure I don’t waste one goddamn second fighting instead of loving her.

Her hands cradle my face, and her touch is a balm to my burning skin.

“Tonight. When you come home to me.”

“Lil, I probably won’t be home until late.”

“I know, and I can’t promise I won’t fall asleep.”

Dammit
. I tighten my hands into fists as I bring them to my sides, trying to keep from touching her.

“Tell you what,” she says, “if I’m asleep, I hereby give you permission to have your way with me.”

What
? My head snaps back, in time to catch her beaming face, full of mischief.

“Jesus, Harper, that’s sick. Have sex with an unconscious woman?”

She giggles. “Well, isn’t that on your list? Waking up a woman with sex or something?”  

Shit! She knows about my list? “How do you know about that?” My hard-on dissipates at the realization I’m busted. My
sex list
.  I forgot about that.

“You told me, dumbass,” she says, taking in my expression. “I remember.”

Fuck
. I told her, didn’t I? Years ago, back in the sandbox. She still remembers. The woman doesn’t forget a damn thing.

Her little nose crinkles and her face lights up as she puts two and two together. “That’s right! Sex in your car! How could I be so stupid? The dress, of course!” Her tone is full of humor, but I’m not amused.

That list is part of my past, and Lil doesn’t deserve a spot on that stupid list.

I want new memories with her. Every time with her is the first time. The
only
time.

“Hey, listen to me.” I tilt her chin up.

She sobers, and her neat, arched eyebrows wrinkle with worry.

“There’s no list, Lil. There’s just you. Don’t you ever,” I cradle her face tenderly, caressing her flushed, cold cheeks with my thumbs, “ever, doubt me.
Us
. If we’re not together, I’m miserable at work missing you, all right?”

Her wrinkle disappears and her beautiful whiskey eyes shimmer. She lets out a breath like she’s releasing a load she was carrying.

My girl.
So tough, yet so vulnerable. God, I love her.

“Lil, there’s just you. All I see, all I feel.” I bring her hand up to my chest and press it over my heart. “You’re always here. There’s no room for anything or anyone but you.” Her eyes shut tightly.
Dammit.
“Lil. Nod, just nod.”

She leans into my palm, still cradling her face. Eyes closed, she gives me a small nod. Fuck, I want to take her home and make her mine over and over again, but I can’t.

Fucking work. We just found each other, but the world keeps getting in the way of
us
.

She straightens, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me tightly. I welcome her with open arms and we hold each other, me taking in her scent, her taking mine in. I fucking love this woman more than life itself. I wish she wouldn’t doubt how I feel, that there was a way I could prove to her once and for all that there will never be anyone else for me as long as I live.

She’s the first one to break our embrace.

“You don’t fight fair,” she says, smiling. “Now I’m going to have to go home alone.” She sighs, and there’s a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Just me and Dirty Harry tonight.”

She’s baiting me, playing with my tie, being a tease.

And it makes me grin.

“When was the last time you checked on your battery-operated boyfriend,
huh
?” I grin down at her because I already know the answer.

Her eyes widen in surprise. “What did you do to Dirty Harry
,
Tommy?”

I grin, satisfaction puffing out my chest. “I got rid of the competition. Not that he was any match for me.”

Now we’re both smiling, and all is right with my world.

CHAPTER 7

Ileana

I haven’t seen Tommy since our dinner date last week.

I waited up that night for him, but he never showed. I got a text message the next day saying he’d been tied up with work. When he finally called me two days ago, I found out he’s undercover—which means limited contact. He sounded so excited, so I played the supportive friend and faked some excitement of my own.

The agent in me totally gets it. The girlfriend in me hates it from the pits of my soul.

So, in order to prevent my brain from churning away, I’ve kept busy. 

This week I tackled the boxes Tommy brought over from his place. Thank his lucky stars he’s not around, I’d have reamed him a new one. The man is a borderline hoarder!

He’s hopeless. And people wonder why women read romance.