Breathless (The Breathe Series) (5 page)

“No, Tate, you listen to me. I am going to my hotel room. I am going to have a hot bath, eat chocolate, and sulk. You can follow me if you like, but I am pissed off so don’t expect me speak to you until I relax.”

“You don’t think I’m a little pissed off too?” I hissed. “You know I can’t stand Blake but you still had lunch with him. Maybe I should call up one of my past conquests and have lunch.”

Her wide eyes fired at me and a stand-off began. Our stubbornness matched each other’s. I gritted my teeth, begging myself not to say anything else. Savannah spun on her heel and stormed down the street. Watching her retreating figure, I groaned in frustration and took off after her. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk, and she was barely in arm’s reach of me. I couldn’t help but sneak glances at her. Her lips were pursed and her eyes narrowed in front of her, looking everywhere but at me while she tightly clutched her bag.

“Stop looking at me. I am still pissed.” She fired a look at me, and I couldn’t stop the corners of my mouth curving. Taking a chance, I grabbed her hand as we walked in silence on the streets of New York City. She fought me but I clasped it tightly in mine. Finally she relaxed and entwined her fingers through mine. The rest of the walk was in silence. I didn’t dare speak. Jesus, I was lucky enough that she kept holding my hand. I knew this wasn’t the last of this argument. Fucking Blake Ryan!

I followed
Savannah into her hotel room, desperate to break the distance between us. She dropped my hand the moment we got into the elevator and stood against the far wall. I watched her closely but she didn’t give me an inch. She did everything she could to distract herself from looking at me. She twirled her fingers around her hair, latched herself to her phone, and watched her shoes like they were the most exciting things she had ever seen.

As I stood in the doorway of Sav’s hotel room, my eyes flew around the vast space, trying to take everything. Beautify had really gone all out on this place. This was the kind of place that would have made the perfect bachelor pad. The polished floorboards complimented the coffee- walls, and the floor-to-ceiling windows provided a view of Manhattan that lasted for miles. A solitary bed could be seen through the door of one of the rooms to the side. I couldn’t help but let my eyes drift to where I hoped I would have Sav on her back with me deep inside of her for most of my trip here. Jesus, it felt like a long time since I’d been between Sav’s thighs.

I took off my suit jacket and placed it over the back of the couch, loosening my tie as I stared at Sav across the room.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I winced in shock as Sav’s handbag flew across the room and hit me square in the chest, the breath rushing from my lungs on impact. If I’d thought her anger towards me had been cooling, I was bitterly mistaken. She had an arm on her like a Major League pitcher. She raged through the apartment, her heels annoyingly hitting the floorboards with heated aggression, and stood by a closed door at the other end of the hotel room with her hands on her hips.

“Don’t ‘Jesus fucking Christ’ me Tate. You fly to New York, stroll into my office in that suit you know I am a sucker for, kiss me to the point of almost giving me a fucking orgasm, and then accuse me of God only knows with Blake! You frustrate me! Why do you have to be an arsehole?” Savannah grasped at her heels, pulling them from her feet and flinging them in my direction, missing me by barely an inch. They landed with a thud on the couch behind me. Her eyes softened momentarily before they narrowed in again.

“So you hang out with Blake and I’m the asshole? How does that work, Savannah?” Scoffing, I rolled my eyes in her direction.

“I didn’t hang out with him.”

“Um, you went out to lunch, which is hanging out to me.”

“Well your idea of hanging out is delusional.”

“Fuck this, Savannah. I fly across the country to see you and find out that you are hanging out with Blake. This is complete bullshit.” My pulse was frantically beating. I didn’t wait for her to speak, and I had no time to hear excuses. Hanging out was hanging out. The thought of calling Chelsea to make a point definitely flashed through my mind. How would Savannah like that? I knew Chelsea lived in New York most of the year, and I had seen the inside of her bedroom more times than none. Christ, this was a joke. Forcefully grabbing the handle, I tore open the door but stopped the moment Savannah spoke.

“Where are you going?”

“I am going to find someone to ‘hang out’ with.” I raised my hands and quoted the words before grabbing the room key from the table by the door and furiously walking out of the room and through the hotel, into the brightness of New York City.

I had no clue where I was going. My eyes scanned the streets around me. Alcohol
—
I needed scotch and fast. Hastily walking down the streets of Manhattan, I hailed a cab and gave directions to Red Velvet New York. If I couldn’t be with my girlfriend, then I’d be with my second love.

I opened the double doors and walked through the almost empty bar. Pulling out a stool, I waited to order a scotch on the rocks. My thoughts were running a mile a minute.

“What can I get you, handsome?” a husky voice asked from in front of me. My eyes left their gaze on the wooden bar top and scanned up. Her nametag said her name was Alexis. She was wearing a shirt that left little to the imagination, the familiar logo of Red Velvet on full display.

“Scotch, no ice.”

“We have to give you ice.”

“I own this bar so you don’t need to give me ice.”

Hesitation flashed over her face as she tried to work out if I was spilling lies or telling the truth.

“Scotch, no ice.” My words were direct. She rushed around the bar, pulling my favorite Scotch from the top shelf. Her eyes flashed to mine as she poured the delicious amber liquid into a glass and slid it in front of me. The moment it touched my lips, I felt my tension dissipate.

“I thought you worked at the Los Angeles bar.”

“I do.”

“What are you doing over here then?”

“Do you always ask this many questions?”

“Only to people I am interested in.” She pursed her lips and leaned back on the bench behind the bar. The look in her eye was one I was very aware of. She was ready to play.

“You do realize I am technically your boss.”

“That hasn’t stopped me before.”

The truth was that even though I was her boss and she was working for my bar, it would never have stopped me before either. Man-whore Tate would have been flirting with her like his life depended on it. He would have been already planning on them hooking up. Shit, he probably would have already been behind the bar, with his hand up her skirt. But as I looked at her now, as my eyes roamed over her I felt nothing. Yes, she was cute, but she wasn’t Savannah. My Savannah was in a hotel room across town furious at me, pissed off at my reaction and alone. What the hell was I doing here?

“I have to go and fuck my girlfriend.” Standing from the stool, the sound of metal scrapping the floor echoed through Red Velvet NY as I pushed away from the bar. I left the girl I now knew as Alexis with her mouth hanging open. I had one thing in mind and that didn’t include getting drunk.

As
soon as I walked through the door, the scent of Savannah’s perfume saturated the air but I couldn’t see her. Where was she? I had only been gone for forty minutes, but that was a good amount of time for her to flee. My eyes scanned the empty space for any signs of my girlfriend. I was frustrated and needy, and I wanted nothing more than to have her on her back.

“So you decided to come back?” Sav’s voice floated through the air, and I whipped my head around to find her standing in the doorway leading to the balcony. Could this room be any sexier?

“Do you understand why I am pissed?”

“I didn’t hang out with Blake, and even if I did, you don’t have a say as to who I decide to hang out with.” Stubborn Savannah was out to play.

“I am your boyfriend, Sav. You know I love you, and I don’t want to tell you what to do, but fuck, I would really appreciate if you didn’t have lunch dates with Blake.” My voice was barely a whisper. I walked towards her, my gaze never breaking, my eyes fueled with lust. I wanted nothing more than to make her body shake like an earthquake.

“Don’t,” she warned.

I stood still.

“I am so pissed off at you, Tate.”

I took a chance and glanced up at her though heavy eyes. My regrets when it came to Sav were all of my doing. As I looked at my girlfriend standing opposite me, the shards of afternoon sun beamed through the large windows, allowing the blond of Savannah’s hair to flicker in the sunlight and the shimmer of her makeup to glow. Even as she looked at me like she could kill me, she still had absolutely no idea how sexy she looked. With eyes burning into each other, our gaze spoke a thousand words. I licked my lips desperately as she lifted her hand and moved it to the back of her skirt. Her eyes drove harder into mine as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth in the way only she knew fucked with my head
—
the one thing she knew I couldn’t handle.

Light bulbs went off in my head. She was playing me.

Savannah didn’t hesitate; she continued her torture. I swallowed hard, frantically trying to control the thoughts running wildly through my mind as I heard the slow, agonizing sound of her zipper undoing float through the air. Pure ecstasy swarmed to my dick as she wiggled out of her skirt, seductively swaying her hips side to side. The skirt fell to a pile at her feet and she stood before me wearing nothing but red boy-leg lace panties and a crisp white button-down shirt that sat so close to her body it was like an extra layer of skin. She stood with a look of ownership on her face. She was the master and I was her pussy-whipped slave boy. She took a step toward me, leaving the skirt on the floor behind her but still staying an arm’s length away from me.

“I don’t understand you, Tate,” she whispered in a voice laced with intention.

“Well you are just as frustrating.” Tate Junior strained hard against my pants, begging for his freedom.

She looked at me with eyes that could set my heart on fire but then rip it to shreds, and I was completely and utterly under her spell. Her fingertips lingered on the buttons of her shirt, teasing me, drawing me further into complete ecstasy. If I didn’t get my release soon I’d be exploding in my pants.

Her eyes didn’t falter from mine as her fingers slipped into her shirt and unfastened one button at a time at an excruciatingly slow rate. With each open of a button, she allowed me a glimpse of her perfect tits. She opened her shirt and pulled it over her shoulders, revealing a matching red lace bra. Fuck it! My eyes ran the length of her body, drinking her in, and finally my eyes drifted to her stomach. It was rounding so perfectly, and I smiled at the sight of her. She was torturing me. She knew exactly what she was doing
—
dealing out my punishment for being an asshole.

“Savannah, I am going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” My voice was scratchy and full of need. Her eyes dropped and she took in my rock-hard erection that was on full display.

“You aren’t touching me, Tate.” she warned, hands on hips and shooting daggers at me, her voice spitting anger-filled venom. I was beyond turned on. “You storm into my life like a bull at a gate, you give me the best sex of my life, and you give me a baby but STILL you don’t trust me.”

I couldn’t control my eyes from running the length of her body yet again. Her body was the best freaking aphrodisiac I needed. “I trust you, Sav. I don’t trust anyone else. I am pretty sure we have had this discussion before.”

She ran her fingers through her long blond hair and sighed in frustration. “Seriously, what do I have to do?”

“You don’t have to do anything.”

Sav rolled her eyes at me. “What? Do you need me to scream it at the top of my lungs? Do you need me to get a tattoo across my forehead that says ‘I’m Tate’s girl’? Seriously, Tate.”

“Just stop, Savannah,” I growled in response.

The tension around us was exhilarating yet frightening. Sav’s anger was sky high, and my frustrations were boiling over. Her eyes flickered between anger and lust. Whatever our next words or moves were would determine everything. It could make or break us. Her hands snapped straight to my belt, pulling me with force towards her body, causing her to stumble as I slammed into her. Her heart beat frantically against my chest as her fingers weaved their way to unclip my button and grabbed my zipper roughly.

“What are you doing?” I moaned, my eyes closing at the sensation of her hand grazing over my cock ever so slightly.

When she pulled away, her eyes searched mine for reassurance. The look spreading across her face enraged me, and I felt completely useless. I couldn’t find the words to say.

My mouth engulfed hers within seconds, taking the breath from her lungs. If I couldn’t say it, I’d show her. I ran my tongue along her tightly closed mouth, making my intentions clear, but she didn’t budge. My hands cupped her ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh. Pulling her leg up, wrapping it around my hip, I ground myself furiously into her.

“Fuck you,” she moaned against my lips, finally allowing me in. Our tongues battled each other, fighting to be the leader in the attack. I wanted to taste every inch of her mouth. I wanted to dominate her, show her exactly what she did me to, show her that there could never be anyone else.

She hesitated against my mouth and breathed in a shaky breath. “Don’t think,” I whispered and hauled her lips back to mine.

She tugged my bottom lip between her teeth, sinking in deep to the point of hurt. I squeezed my eyes closed as pain shot through me. I groaned against her lips and she softened. She dragged her mouth away from mine and looked at me like she was looking into my soul. We were so tightly pressed against each other that I couldn’t tell the difference between our heartbeats. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, soothing her bite marks.

“I love you,” I spoke softly in her ear kissing my way from her lips to her ear, knowing that it was her Achilles’. The shiver that ran down her spine, causing her to shudder against my chest, pleased me.

“Stop it,” she spat, grasping a fistful of my hair and ripping my mouth back to hers. This time she was in charge. Her kiss was rough, attacking, and primal. She was pissed but I could still feel that her body was hot. I knew that I was about to be royally fucked by this girl.

“I love every part of you. I love your lips, I love your neck, I love your stomach, and I love...” My fingertips trailed over her lips, neck, and stomach, and then they lingered at the band of her panties. Stroking my fingers along her panties, I felt her desire begging to be satisfied.

“Don’t. Be. An. Arsehole,” she breathed, her words catching as my fingers swirled on her reactive skin, tracing their way to the find their prize.

I cocked my brow at her, knowing full well that she was enjoying this. Her body tensed against mine, and I was desperate to feel the perfection of our bodies sweating, grinding, and fitting together like the perfect glove.

My eyes were drawn back to hers like magnets. This was no time to ask for permission. Slipping my hand inside her panties, I ran my finger along her soaking core, teasing and stroking, providing just enough pressure to make her moan in delight. Her breathing increased, and with every stroke she rocked towards me. My eyes were fixated on her, drinking her in, basking in her glow. She wanted to punish me for being a dick, but her punishment would be my ultimate pleasure.

“I love the way your eyes shut when I touch you.”

Suddenly Sav pushed away from me when she realized I was now in control.

I took a step towards her, dropping my mouth to her ear and whispered, “Most of all, I love when I am so deep inside of you that you whimper and say my name like it’s the only word you know.”