“Look at me,” he said again. “While I give you everything I can… and maybe, one day, this will take a bit of that moment away and replace it with something else, something you deserve even if I know it’s not me.”
I didn’t have a chance to ask why as he slowly thrust in, sliding so easily inside me that I wondered how he fit and how it felt so amazing.
He moved his hips around, making me reach for his hair holding on for dear life as my body exploded with pleasure.
His mouth met my neck again like he needed to use his teeth and hands to hold on to my squirming, or maybe he just wanted to mark me the way I wanted to mark him?
Pleasure exploded as he thrust deep and then just stayed there, pulsing hard inside me while I clenched around him like I was afraid to let go too soon.
“It’s me, you, it’s us,” he whispered as his lips slid back up and claimed my mouth in a kiss that set my world on fire as I clung to his shoulders while he deepened his movements.
“You’re close…” he rasped.
I nodded frantically. “Yeah, yeah, I am.”
“Look at me.”
Our foreheads touched, and I watched Breaker Campisi love me; I watched him re-break me and hold me in his arms. I watched… and I felt reborn.
All because he’d said yes.
Maybe this holy moment was ordained.
It felt that way as my body soared higher and higher then let go as he shuddered inside me.
Chest heaving, I cupped his strong jaw with my fingertips and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. “You’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had.”
His eyes filled with tears, his jaw ticked like he was clenching it, and then he was pulling out and whispering in a shaky voice, “Vi, you’re my everything. I hope you know that.”
“Then stop.” I slid down the wall and picked up my thong while he grabbed a tissue and ran it up my thighs without even saying anything. “Stop.” I grabbed his wrist after he threw the used tissue in the toilet.
“Stop what?” He was shaking. Why the hell was Breaker, of all people, shaking?
“Stop giving me only the protective parts of you, the ones that act more like guardian than lover or friend.”
He hung his head. “If you knew…”
“I do know.” I smacked him in the arm.
“Ouch! What the hell, Vi?”
“Listen, I’m serious here, Breaker. I know what happened, I was there! But if I can move on, so should you. So what, you couldn’t protect me one time? Your job on this earth isn’t to be the bulletproof glass. Most days, I’d just prefer the ride or die.”
He smirked. “Ride or die? You mean that as in—”
I rolled my eyes. “Men are impossible.”
“We really are, you should know this by now, Abandonato.”
I poked him in the chest. “Look, thanks for the great sex, but you know there’s more here, and I’m not stupid, so if you want to start not being a giant asshole… I’ll be in my room tonight, the code’s 666.”
He groaned into his hands. “Great, so your father’s going to kill me after I type in the devil’s numbers? The hell, Vi!”
I just shrugged. “Grow a pair, Campisi, or I’ll find someone else who can.”
He grabbed me by the arm and spun me around, pinning me against the stall again. “Do it, and I’ll chop his balls off and feed them to Sergio’s cow.”
“Sergio still has that thing?”
“I’m glad that’s what you’re concerned about, the grandma cow that literally sleeps standing up and has been on her last leg for about a decade.”
“She’s sweet!”
“She chased me last year and made King cry!”
I laughed. “Weird, he’s terrifying, and yet cows make him run.”
“According to him, the mooing is a satanic chant.”
I threw my arms around Breaker’s neck, earning a smirk from him, one that I felt all the way down to my tall black heels. “Tonight?”
He grumbled a curse. “If he has me at gunpoint, I expect you to explain to the senator that I was only answering a siren’s call, okay?”
I frowned. “He would never believe it.”
Breaker eyed me up and down. “You know? I wish you could see yourself how I see you, all innocent, wicked perfection wrapped up in a package that I just want to rip open with my teeth and pleasure you inside out and then do it again. Then maybe you’d understand why your dad’s been so fucking territorial and protective of you.”
My cheeks heated. “It’s because of his reputation—”
“No.” He put a finger to my lips. “It’s because you’re irresistible and every sane man’s kryptonite, hell, even the crazy ones.”
“I don’t want crazy, I just want you…”
“I’m not… good.” He frowned and looked away.
“Holy shit, did you just quote Jacob from Twilight?”