Free Heart Breaker (Break on Through) by Harper Kincaid

soar a bit more off the ground, like I had earned a coveted prize.
    “Really need to eat that sweet pussy of yours. Right now.” And with that, he unhooked my bra with the flick of his fingers and grabbed my panties by my hips and yanked them down—fast. Before I had a chance to register anything, he hoisted me into his arms, his hands cradling my ass as he walked me to his bedroom.
    I thought he was going to immediately put me down on the bed, but he just held me, one arm around my waist and the other cradling my ass. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms were holding on to him, draped around his shoulders. I was at eye-level with him and I started unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his tie. He gave me a quick squeeze.
    “Look at me, Samantha,” he gently commanded me, his gaze singeing an electric current through me, contracting my throat, making it hard for me to breathe. “I know we’ve just met, but…do you trust me?”
    “I…well, I’m about to sleep with you, so yeah, you’ve got to know I trust you on some level.”
    He didn’t reply right away, just stared at me, his eyes taking me in, like he was reading me. “Even if I didn’t have a memory like a steel trap, I still wouldn’t have forgotten you, Samantha.”
    God, why did he have to say things like that? His words were so beautiful that they made my heart hurt. But I knew I was dancing with a devil, so I squelched the rise of pure, happy emotions and gave him one of my classic smirks and then teased, “I know it’s a cliché line, but I bet you say that to all the girls.”
    Instead of responding, he laid me gently on the bed and then straightened his tall frame and began undressing himself, the whole time not losing eye contact with me. The smirk on my face faded the longer I watched him hover over me, taking off his shoes, socks, pants and boxers. Then he was standing before me in all his naked glory. Goddamn he was male perfection, with a sculpted torso I could easily explore for hours. But my attention was soon drawn to his straining cock, so large and dark, with veins pumping his blood and arousal through him. I reached for him, but he grabbed me by the wrist and my eyes immediately rounded in surprise.
    “Not yet,” he said. “Not ’til you understand something.”
    “What?” I looked up at him, completely flummoxed and unsure of what he was going to do or say next.
    “You are the most beautiful, stunning and talented woman I have ever known. I have been in awe of you since the first minute I saw you on stage, and getting to know you?” He released my wrist and stalked over to me, his body skimming over mine as I lay down flat. The hair of his chest teased my nipples, making them harden, and the warmth and scent of his skin alone made my folds flood with my arousal. “Getting to know you is better than anything I could have dreamt up.” He lay on top on me, the pressure of him feeling so good. “I can’t blame you for thinking I’m feeding you a line. What Jackson said is true—I’ve been around. But this isn’t some casual conquest for me. I want you to know that.”
    He cradled my head in his hands, placing some of his weight on his forearms while gazing at my face and playing with my hair. Without even thinking, I opened up my legs, wrapping myself around him, with his cock pressing and separating the lips of my sex. He immediately started moving his hips, grinding against my swelling clit, bringing swirls of pleasure through me. I scored my fingernails down his back and he shut his eyes, leaning his forehead against mine.
    “You feel incredible, Samantha. Need to fuck you.”
    I wanted that too, desperately, but I had to know what he wanted. “You asked before if I can trust you. What did you mean by that?”
    He met my gaze, looking unsure for the first time since, well, since I’d met him. I found his unease sweet and endearing, making it harder and harder for me to steel my heart against his onslaught