Unbreakable Hearts (19 page)

He walked over to her, standing in front of her. “Tell me. Is that all you want? Sex?”

She looked up at him,
eyes wide and biting her lip then shook her head.

Well, t
hank God.

He
took her hands pulling her up off the couch to stand then bent down and wrapped her arms around his neck, putting his hands under her butt and lifting her to where she had to wrap her legs around his waist.

“What are you doing?”
she shrieked, laughing as he carried her to the stairs.

“
Gonna show you what
I
want,” he said, kissing her as he stepped up on the first stair, then the second but stumbling on the third. As they fell forward, he put a hand out and turned them so she landed on top of him, straddling him. “Can show you right here,” he said with a sparkle in his eyes as he put his hands on either side of her head and pulled her down for a hot kiss.

“Might not be too comfortable,” she murmured against his lips
then moaned when he turned them so she was on her back at his side and he slipped a hand inside her jeans.

“So wet a
lready. Jesus,” he mumbled as he moved his fingers over her. God, so slick and silky.

Damn, he loved watching her react to him, hearing the sounds she made. W
hen he slid a finger inside her, she arched up off the stairs with a loud moan.

“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, John!” she let out breathlessly as her body locked up for a second
as her climax overtook her. She lay back for a second, breathing hard, eyes closed. “I—I’ve never come that hard before. That was just wow,” she said on a breathy sigh.

Oz smiled
down at her loving that he did that to her, could take her that high. When she opened her eyes, she cupped his face, rubbing her thumb over his goatee.

“I love this,” she whispered, which made him smile even bigger.

Finished with talking and ready to be inside her, he pulled her back on top of him and knifed up, keeping hold of her and stood, turning and heading to her bedroom. Upon entering he let her down then wrapping his arms around her, clasped his hands at the back of her waist.

Loo
king down at her, he said, “Glad we talked, babe. I wanna try this with you too, but I hope you know I want more than just sex.”

She tiptoed up, her arms
lacing around his neck drawing him down to her, and pressed her lips to his in a kiss that rocked his friggin’ world.

“Damn
,” he murmured as he moved back. He pulled her sweater over her head then cupped her breasts in his hands, the lacy, violet bra she wore making him groan. God, she was sexy. He pulled one cup down and bent, teasingly biting one nipple, making her moan while he moved her to lie back on the bed.

They
continued undressing each other, exploring each other’s bodies with leisurely kisses and touches. She ran a hand over the scars on his shoulder, kissing them. “Wish I could’ve taken the pain away from you when it happened,” she murmured which made his heart want to fly out of his chest. God, so fucking sweet. Then she turned him so she could see the tattoo on his back. “This is a little intimidating, John,” she whispered, running her hand over it.

He chuckled. “It’s a little harsh, I know. But, babe,
at that time I was willing to die for my country.” He shrugged and felt her body tense against his. Turning back to her, he came up on his forearm, leaning down to brush his lips over hers. “Tilly, it was my life. Nothing to worry about now.” He watched her take a breath then relax as she ran her hands over his chest, moving in to kiss his pec. He pulled her face up and kissed her hard and deep, amazed that he had her in his life now.

R
eaching for his jeans on the floor, he got his wallet and pulled a condom out, putting it on, then slid his forearm behind her knee, stretching her leg up, and drove inside powerfully making them both cry out.

Jesus, she felt good. He moved inside and felt her tightening around him. “Oh, yeah, baby, wanna feel you come around my cock.”

And that was all it took. He felt her core grasping him tightly, clenching his length, spasming around him as she reached her peak, calling out his name. Damn, she was so hot, so responsive to him, to his talking to her, and, God, he loved it.

He pulled out and turned her over, sliding a hand under her belly to pull her up on her hands and knees then
holding her hips, plunged inside her from behind with a groan. Heaven. This was fucking heaven.

“Love how you feel, Tilly,” he moaned, d
riving inside her hard and hearing her answering moan. He then laced his hand into her hair and going back to sit on his knees, pulled her head all the way back to where she looked up at him, seeing him upside down, her back arching. Pumping slow and deep inside her now, he leaned down and kissed her lips. “Like when I talk to you, don’t you?”

She whimpered and breathed out a “Yes
.”

“Turns you on, yeah?”

“God, yes…” she said huskily.

That’s what he wanted to hear.
Damn, she was something else. He moved her head forward keeping his hand in her hair and with his other hand on her hip pulled her back hard to ride his cock.

“That’s what I thought,” he said,
now pounding inside her. Letting her hair go, he used both hands to pull her hips to him to meet each of his thrusts. When he felt himself there, he pressed against her, grinding himself inside her, coming hard, then drove inside several more times finishing.

He rolled to the bed taking her with him. “Jesus,” he muttered, breathing hard and drenched in sweat.

She lay on his outstretched arm, breathing just as heavily. “Wow.” Between gasps for air she queried, “John?”

He turned his head, looking at her, so beautiful, her blond hair splayed around her head, spilling over his arm, her face
and chest flush from her orgasm which made her glow. “Got me, babe.”

She turned her head to him and smiled. “
I’m glad we’re trying this.”

He barked ou
t a laugh, turning to face her and swept a lock of hair off her forehead. “I’m glad you’re glad. I’m glad too, babe.” He leaned down and touched his mouth to hers. “Wanna take you out, Tilly. Wanna show you off to everyone, let ‘em know you’re mine.”

She giggled and put a hand against his hard chest.
“I could stand being your trophy girlfriend.”

“Best fucking trophy I ever got,” he mumbled, leaning down to kiss her again. “Be right back.”

He got up and went to her bathroom to take care of the condom. He turned on the faucet and splashed some water on his face then looking at his reflection, couldn’t help the huge grin he sported. They were trying this. Fuck yeah. He’d gotten through and that made him want to howl at the fucking moon.

W
alking back into the bedroom, he saw that she was still naked and sitting up against the headboard, knees raised, her glasses on her nose as she looked over some paperwork.

Holy God, she was sexy
. He stopped and stared at her feeling himself getting hard again.

“This insurance stuff is gonna be a mess,” she muttered. When he didn’t reply, she looked up
at him over her glasses and her eyes got big, seeing him standing there looking at her, his erection growing by the second. “Wow,” she whispered.

“Yeah, wow,” he mumbled as he put a knee to the bed and crawled toward her.

“You’re so hot,” she whispered then bit her lip as if realizing she’d said that out loud.

“And you’re fucking gorgeous,” he replied then proceeded to give her two more “wows.”

***

Graham tucked the
Glock into his waistband in back where it was hidden under his jacket then made a call.

“You
still got keys to Zim’s house in the Hamptons?” he asked Maddox.

“Yeah, I do. Need ‘em?”

“Yep. You heard anything else lately?”

Maddox let out a breath and said carefully, “No.
Nothing. Do know they found Zim’s body in his office…”

Graham knew Maddox wouldn’t ask, so he continued. “Leave the keys in your mailbox. I’ll be by to get them shortly.”

“I can do that. Graham?”

Graham took a breath and let it out with a curse. If Maddox was developing a conscience,
he was going to be pissed. “What?”

“We gonna split Zim’s stocks?”

Graham chuckled. He should’ve known Maddox would be on board. “Probably not the greatest idea. Besides, if Meegan keeps her yap shut, she’ll end up with a nice little nest egg for her and the kid.”

“
I guess. All right. I’ll leave the keys in the box. Roxie and I are about to attend some off-Broadway shit her sister got us tickets for. Rox insists we get more cultured. Whatever the fuck that means.”

Graham laughed.
“Yeah. Have fun. Thanks.”

They hung up and Graham left his office
getting in the elevator to go to the garage, wishing yet again that he had a trustworthy assistant to do this fucking grunt work for him, but he knew finding someone like that was rare. Loyalty seemed so hard to come by these days.

In the garage, he got into his Lexus
taking off for Maddox’s mansion on Long Island to get the keys to Zim’s vacation house where he planned to take the Maxwell woman. Before the night was over, the photo situation would be fixed and then he’d have a little fun with the photographer. After that, he’d have to decide if he wanted to end things then or keep her around for a little more fun. He smiled at the prospect of having a place to go when he needed to work off some stress. Maybe his fuck-up would actually lead to something from which he could benefit.

***

“I found you.”

“Hm?”
Tilly asked. Her head lay on Oz’s chest while her fingers danced lightly over his ripped abs. God, what a body.

“I found you
once,” he mumbled sleepily. He pulled her to lie on top of him wrapping his arms around her waist.

She cupped
his face with both hands and looked down at him puzzled. “What do you mean?”

T
hose amber eyes of his held hers and she saw that in his relaxed state they almost looked gold. God, he was beautiful. His skin tanned from his being outdoors looked almost olive in the dim light. She ran a finger down his perfect, straight nose then over his high cheekbones that left hollows in his cheeks that made him look rugged and badass. Brushing her fingers over his square jaw then across his perfectly formed lips before running them over his goatee just finished out the whole picture of him, making her sigh. In another lifetime he could’ve been a model, but she knew he had too much bad boy in him for that to ever happen.

“Looked you up a couple years ago.”
He ran his fingers up her back then down making her shiver against him.

She pulled back in surprise. “You did? Why didn’t you contact me?”

He closed his eyes and his long lashes made a shadow on his cheekbones.

“John, why?”

When he opened his eyes, he looked disgusted with himself. “I was a coward.”

She frowned then leaned down and touched her lips to his. “I don’t believe that.”

“It’s true. You ran from me once and I hated it. I was afraid you’d do it again, so I just left it alone.” He turned them to where he was on top now, his eyes looking intensely into hers. “I could’ve had this. You. Could’ve had you this whole time. But I didn’t because I was afraid. I fucked up, Tilly.”

He was looking at her as if he
actually expected her to run again because he’d just admitted to being scared. She reached up and pulled him down to her, kissing him deep and long. When he pulled back, she said, “You didn’t. I’m here now. And you’re right. I probably would’ve run because
I
was the coward, just like this morning.” She smoothed a finger over his bottom lip. “For years my heart has been locked up.” She bit her lip as she looked up at him, her heart beating wildly. As she lay there with him bearing her soul to him, she realized she wasn’t just physically naked, she was now mentally naked too, which was terrifying. And she knew it was crazy, but she had to tell him. She knew they’d only been together for a day, but the ten years between them had connected them, bound them, held strong, and she believed that this was right. To her very soul, she knew it was very right. “But there’s a reason you came back to me. It’s because you hold the key to my heart. If you want it, John, it’s yours,” she whispered.

He crushed h
is mouth down on hers kissing her hard and wet then pulled away leaning down for his jeans.

Reaching a hand out, she touched his arm to pull him back, saying,
“No, please, I’m okay.”

“I am too
,” he answered then slid inside her so smoothly yet so powerfully, her head fell to the side, her eyes closing as her neck arched up and she breathed out a low moan, lost in him for good.

***

“I’ll take a cab over when I’m finished,” Tilly said, smiling up at John. He smelled like her since he’d used her body wash in the shower they’d taken together earlier, which had led to their doing even more very naughty things than what they’d done after he’d come out of the bathroom to find her looking over her insurance papers. Oh, and also after the time when she’d bared her soul to him. God, she just couldn’t get enough of him.