Free Breathless (The Breathe Series) by Rachel Brookes Page B

eight?” Tanzi’s high-pitched squeal caused me to flinch and Jack to cover his ears.
    “That’s your sister.”
    “That’s your girlfriend. You had a choice.”
    “Touché, my friend.”
    Jack’s eyes followed Tanzi as she disappeared into the bathroom. He swung back towards me and spoke. “So tell me how things went down.” I followed Jack through their room, towards his suitcase, and watched as he grabbed a pair of jeans and a plain white tee out of his suitcase.
    “At first it was pretty fucking sweet. I talked the receptionist into letting me in the building, and I waited for Sav in the boardroom. She looked amazing, Jack. Anyway we got reacquainted in the boardroom.”
    “You didn’t...” Jack asked eyes wide with anticipation.
    “No, but seriously, it was painful seeing her like that and not throwing her on the boardroom table.” I shook my head before continuing. “Anyway, all was going great until I found out that Blake Ryan is in town and Sav had lunch with him. I was an asshole and said something to Sav and she stormed out.”
    “What’s he doing in town?”
    “Doing something with the magazine. I didn’t really get to find out before I jumped off the deep end and started throwing out stupid accusations.”
    “Shit, that’s hectic, man.”
    “Yeah, tell me about it. So Sav refused to talk to me and we walked the entire trip back here in silence. We got back to the hotel, she threw her bag and shoes at me, called me an asshole, and then she pretty much gave me the best fuck of my life.”
    “Angry sex is the best sex. Sometimes I do stupid shit just so T and I will have angry sex. It fucking works, my friend.”
    I scrunched my face up but knew I’d brought it up myself. I grabbed the pants and shirt Jack had grabbed from his suitcase and left before we went into any further detail about sex involving my sister.
    “I could always take you to Red Velvet New York?” I suggested with a cocky grin. Apparently I was about to be shown what real football was.
    “We could, but we’re not.” She beamed a killer smile at me. My eyes scanned over every inch of her, and I couldn’t help but smirk. She was wearing those bright red skinny jeans I loved so much — the ones that hugged her hips and lifted up her delicious ass — and a white flowy top that was low-cut enough to arouse my interest in her tits. She was literally killing me.
    The cool New York air hit the bare skin on my arms the moment we stepped through the double glass doors of the hotel to head towards the bar. Wrapping my arms around her tiny waist, I pulled her towards me and nuzzled into her neck.
    “You are so touchy-feely today,” she said, placing her hand in the back pocket of my jeans.
    “Sav, I haven’t touched you in over a week. You are lucky that this is the only thing I am doing to you. My mind is filled with naughty and highly inappropriate things I could be doing right now.”
    “What do you want to do to me?” she quizzed, her eyes scanned the length of my body suggestively.
    “Is that really a serious question?” I laughed and stopped her in the middle of the sidewalk. My tongue ran the length of my bottom lip before I leaned in close to her ear. She shivered against my body. “Firstly, I would slowly remove your clothes while kissing you until you knees went weak. Once you were standing naked before me, I would run my fingertips over your entire body before letting my tongue sweep over your lips, your tits, your stomach. I wouldn’t stop until you were begging me to fill you. When you least expected it, I would pound into you and fuck you until you were screaming my name and then we would do it all over again. That’s what I want to do to you, Savannah”
    Taking a step backwards, I stood before her and drank her in. Her eyes were closed tight, her mouth partially open and her breathing deep. Her lust-filled eyes fluttered open, and her cheeks flushed when she saw me staring at her. This trip was going