Can't Hardly Breathe (The Original Heartbreakers #4)

“Someone has to. And you’re about to get lucky, so I don’t know why you’re complaining about the odds.”

She giggled even as she reeled. Apparently she could laugh while agonized. “Get inside me. Now, now, now!”

He parted her legs, got into position—and thrust home. Her hips arched to meet him, and she cried out. Oh, the perfection of being filled by him. Her nails sank into his hair and back. The first two strokes burned her, stretching her too wide, but then, oh, then...the magic happened.





CHAPTER NINETEEN

DANIEL HAD ENTERED a state he’d never before known: all-consuming desire. It drove him. It raged inside him, contradicting itself every other second. Go fast. Go slow. Contentment and satisfaction beckoned him. Come closer... He was going insane, surely, but he’d never been happier. Thea was wrapped around him, hot and wet. No, soaking.

She was soft, and she smelled absolutely amazing. The taste of her sweet, sweet honey still flavored his tongue. He would have given anything to turn on the lights, but she wasn’t ready and he wasn’t going to push. Not again. He wanted this to be good for her. No, perfect for her, so she would come back for more. So she would always come back for more.

Always?

As long as they were together.

He shifted to hook his arms under her knees, forcing her legs to widen, her body to take him deeper. In the dim lighting, he could just make out the crests of her nipples. Those little cotton candy treats. He leaned over and ran one through his teeth.

As she gasped his name, going slow ceased to be an option. He hammered into her once, twice. Her breasts jiggled under his gaze, and it only fueled his desire. He slid a hand down the inside of her thigh, pressed his thumb over her swollen bundle of nerves.

“Yes! There!” she cried.

He thrust and rubbed, thrust and rubbed. Each action provided a different stimulus, but as he moved faster and faster, the sensations blended into one. She moaned when he applied more pressure, her inner walls constricting, and pleasure ripped through him. She was close; he could get her closer.

He began to thrust harder, faster, until he was a jackhammer. Utterly unstoppable. The legs of the bed scraped against the carpet. Mattress springs creaked. As he peered down at this woman who had obsessed him, a primal sense of possession took root.

“Daniel, Daniel, Daniel,” she chanted.

He cupped and kneaded her breasts, pinched her nipples. Her hips writhed as she made delectable sounds he would forever savor. She was the most spectacular picture of feminine pleasure he’d ever beheld.

“Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you.”

“Yes, yes. Feel you.”

He spread his fingers under her ass and lifted, his groin taking over for his thumb, rubbing as he slammed into her core, again and again. She screamed, her entire body bowing. Her inner walls squeezed him just right, and he could hold back no longer. He roared as he jetted into the condom.

When she collapsed on the mattress, he collapsed beside her.

“I think we had another earthquake,” she rasped.

He laughed. Gathering enough strength to get up and dispose of the condom was difficult, but somehow he managed. The separation—though short—bothered him. He crawled back into bed and, after draping one of her legs over his and turning her hips so that they rested against him, he tucked the cover around them, sighing with relief.

She settled her head on his shoulder. “Is the puppet master done?”

“Never.” He skimmed his fingers up and down her spine. “Now that we’re boyfriend and girlfriend—and one hundred percent exclusive—I expect golden milk every morning and every evening.”

“And what will I get in return?”

“The most magnificent headboard ever to be carved.”

“No way. I already paid the toll. Use your brain, Porter, and negotiate me something you don’t already owe me.”

“Very well. But I won’t start our negotiations until after you’ve looked inside the mini fridge.”

“Did you put something for me in there?” She sounded surprised and excited.

“Find out.” He gave her a little push off the bed.

She took the sheet with her, the material wrapped around her, as she trudged to the fridge.

*

DOROTHEA WONDERED WHAT she’d find inside. Whipped cream to eat off his body? A Red Bull to refuel for the next round of loving? Despite the darkened room, she had no trouble finding her way, knew the layout of every room. She opened the door—and snorted.

“You shouldn’t have, Danny boy. All the supplies for golden milk. How amazingly sweet you are—to yourself.”

“Failed to notice the bacon-garnished cupcake in back, I see.”

Really? She nudged the milk supplies aside and—sure enough. A cupcake with bits of bacon sprinkled on top.

Dorothea had to blink back tears. “Thank you, Daniel.”

“Did I mention that as your boyfriend—your exclusive boyfriend—I expect to be served my golden milk every night and every morning?”

“Only ten thousand times. I’m happy to make it for you, but we’ll have to go to my room. Yours doesn’t have a burner.”

He was on his feet a second later, heading for the door. Completely naked! A fact he must have forgotten.

“Wait! You have to dress.” She had to dress, too. She scrambled around the room, clutching the sheet close to her chest as she gathered her discarded—and now torn—clothing. Pulling on each item proved difficult with only one hand, but somehow she managed.

“This is almost a deal breaker, sweetheart.” He tugged on a pair of jeans, then collected a bag and filled it with the supplies from the fridge as well as her cupcake, which was protected by a plastic case. “I want to keep you naked forever.”

Forever? Her eyes widened and she flipped on the lights to study him. He must have realized his slip, because he couldn’t hide his sudden scowl.

Her feelings weren’t hurt by the negative reaction. Much. He’d already warned her they had an expiration date.

As they strode down the hall, she prayed no one was out and about. Unfortunately, they ran into one of the three patrons. The son of a local, who’d come to visit his pregnant sister. Fortunately, the guy didn’t glance up from his phone as he passed them.

Daniel called out, “I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m her boyfriend.”

Oh, my stars. “Daniel.”

At least the patron kept going, lost in his own little world.

“What?” Daniel demanded. “Want me to carry you? You look tried. Like all your energy has been drained by intense lovemaking.”

Lovemaking? “No, I—”

“Okay, great.” He crouched, fit his shoulder against her middle and lifted her off her feet.

Laughing, she beat at his back. “How dare you treat me this way. I’m your boss.”

“I’m your gentleman lover, and gentleman lover will always trump boss.” He turned the corner and ascended the staircase to the upper floor.

“Earlier you said you weren’t a gentleman. You even proved it! I never got my turn.”

“If you’re trying to tell me you didn’t have an orgasm, I’m going to spank you.”