Perfectly Broken (3 page)

How to achieve that might be an issue. After
all, they’d just met. Tomas didn’t want to come on too strong. “Can
I buy you another glass of wine?” That seemed harmless enough.

She lifted her glass and took the last sip.
Tomas watched her lips, glazed in a rose color, touch the rim of
the crystal, and wished to feel her warmth on his skin.

“That would be nice,” she said, and Tomas
realized he’d been staring again. But that she had accepted his
offer. It was a start.

The waiter was quick with drinks. Tomas took a
sip of his third whiskey. He was beginning to feel pretty good, a
mix of liquor and the woman in his presence.

He rolled his glass in his fingers. “Do you live
in Dublin?”

“Yes, I have an apartment nearby.”

“Which explains your choice of this bar?”

Her eyes sparkled. “It’s a nice one, don’t you
think?”

The idea of discussing the upside of one bar
over another had never interested Tomas until then. As long as
alcohol was served, one was as good as another. However, the way
she asked the question made it the most enthralling subject he
could think of.

“Yes. I think this will be my favorite bar from
now on.” And he meant it.

Her eyes widened. “Why is that?”

Tomas hesitated. The last thing he wanted to do
was put her off by acting like he was coming on to her. Which, of
course, he was. Thinking she preferred the honest approach, he
said, “Because you’re here.”

Susanna smiled. It was a sweet smile laced with
coy sensuality. In that one expression, so much was conveyed. She
may as well have reached under the table and squeezed his thigh,
because the effect was the same. Tomas was hard for her.

It was going to be difficult to carry on casual
conversation at that rate. Since the moment he had seen her, Tomas
seemed to be sinking deeper under her spell. And the situation
showed no sign of changing anytime soon.

The bar was nice and warm, thus it was natural
enough for Susanna to unbutton her black jacket. Underneath was a
white satin top, and Tomas couldn’t help but notice it dipped low
enough to expose cleavage. He felt overly warm too, despite the
light shirt he wore.

Casually, he unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled up
the sleeves, exposing his forearms. Susanna glanced over, noticing
his action. One thing Tomas knew he had in his favor was muscle.
Women liked that as a rule. Even his forearms were thick, evidence
of the many hours he had spent in the gym.

Susanna sipped her wine, and fingered the
opening of her jacket suggestively. Tomas held his breath.
It
couldn’t be
. But then he was sure it was. The motion was her
way of telling him how she felt.
Please have it be true
.

She looked into his eyes. “Funerals make me sad.
Don’t they do that to you?”

Tomas could see that she looked gloomy, though
lovely. “Yes, I suppose. Though I haven’t been to very many.”

Susanna took the last sips of her wine and
placed the glass purposefully to the side. “I know you just met
me.” She hesitated, lowering her lashes. The motion was too
suggestive to be demure. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”

His heart stopped, and then came to life with
sudden heavy beating. Tomas swigged the last of his whiskey,
needing just that one second to think. What there was to think
about he had no idea. As outrageous as it seemed, he felt like he
had known Susanna before that day.

It seemed they fit together, a little too well.
Destiny wasn’t something he necessarily believed in. But Susanna’s
appearance certainly made a strong case for it. With his palms
sweating, Tomas pushed aside his glass.

“There’s no need for you to be alone.” He took a
breath. “Why don’t you come up to my room with me? We can relax up
there for a while.”

She didn’t say anything or show any emotion. In
answer to his question, Susanna merely stood up. And Tomas was
quick to come around the table and offer his arm to her. Leaning on
him, barely perceptibly, he guided her to the elevator bay, his
longing growing with each step. Tomas prayed he wouldn’t wake from
this amazing dream before the best part.

* * * * *

The room had a king-size bed taking up most of
the space, which was highly suggestive. Thankfully, it had a small
table with two comfortably padded chairs over by the window.
Susanna went straight to the window to look out.

It was still daylight, and Dublin was visible
below. Tomas could see the Liffey Bridge crossing the river flowing
through the city, and the enormous eighteenth-century Custom House
and Liberty Hall. It was impressive, and more so at night when the
city lights shimmered against the sky. The evening before he had
sat and enjoyed the view for quite some time.

That he now shared it with Susanna made it all
the better. He stood behind her, breathing in her subtle scent,
close enough to feel the warmth of her body, but not yet touching
her. As she gazed out at the scene, Tomas admired her long, thick
hair, deciding it was fit for royalty.

Susanna turned and looked into his eyes.

“You look like a princess,” Tomas whispered
before he could think about what he was saying.

Without reacting, Susanna simply said, “Is that
a pickup line?”

“I think you are already in my room.”

She grinned timidly.

“But no, I really think so.” Tomas had the urge
to plunge his hands into her hair but didn’t want to rush
things.

Susanna held his gaze. “Does that make you a
prince?”

He smiled. “I suppose it does.”

She took a step away and removed her jacket. In
the sleeveless top she wore underneath, Susanna looked vulnerable.
Her slender arms, her pale skin, needed touching. And Tomas was the
man to do it.

“Would you like a drink?” he said.

She nodded.

Tomas went to the mini-bar and found a whiskey
and some wine, both in tiny bottles. He pulled the appropriate
glasses out of the cupboard above it and poured their drinks.
Susanna took the one he offered and went to sit in one of the
chairs by the window.

He followed her and sat in the other chair,
kicking off his shoes to be comfortable. Susanna did the same, and
shoved her shoes under the table with one foot. Going a step
further, Tomas removed his socks and dug his toes into the thick
carpet. Then he removed his belt and dropped it to the floor.

“That’s better.”

Susanna smiled and raised her glass to toast.
“To not being alone.”

Tomas tapped his glass to hers then gulped his
whiskey while watching her sip the wine. The black skirt she wore
rode up to mid-thigh, revealing the shapely legs he had admired
earlier in the day, and the satin blouse draped over her full
bosom.

The briefs Tomas had on under his dress pants
were uncomfortably tight. Without staring, he couldn’t help but
notice that Susanna’s build was small but sexy. He badly wanted to
reach under the thin top and cup her lush breasts. Forcing his gaze
away from her, he took another gulp of whiskey.

They finished their drinks in silence, the air
between them alive with the electricity of their attraction. Tomas
could feel it all the way to his soul. Whatever it was Susanna did
to him, it was boldly sexy, stirring need for her from his
depths.

He found more drinks and refilled their glasses.
The alcohol had its effect, and Tomas felt what shred of inhibition
he clung to falling quickly away. Reaching across the table, he ran
his fingertips over her arm, the softness of her skin heightening
his arousal.

She lightly bit her lower lip. “Is it okay that
I’m here?”

He gazed into her eyes. “Very okay.”

Susanna looked up at him. “Will you hold me?”
she whispered.

Before he could answer, she stood and took the
two steps around the table. Tomas pulled her onto his lap and
wrapped his arms around her. She felt good, too good. Her waist was
slender, her body warm, and her weight rested on the firmness of
his cock, restrained underneath his wool slacks.

“Susanna,” he whispered, and stroked along her
spine. She closed her eyes.

Tomas dared to touch the bare skin of her thigh
just at the hem of her skirt, and she sighed softly. When she
opened her eyes, Susanna turned to look at him, and placed her
palms on his cheeks. With her thumbs she rubbed the stubbly hair of
his short goatee.

Then she ran a finger along his lower lip, and
Tomas gripped it lightly in his teeth. He could see her chest
moving in time with her rapid breathing. There was no resisting.
Plunging his hand into her hair, he pulled her close and leaned
down to kiss her.

The touch of her lips radiated through him, and
passion surged. Tomas deepened the kiss, tasting her sweetness and
falling into her willingly. He wanted her. He had wanted her since
the first moment he set eyes on her, and now Susanna was in his
arms.

He kissed her over and over: her lips, her
cheeks, her eyelids. The little sound she made in her throat
incited him, and Tomas covered her mouth with his, pressing hard.
Susanna kissed back fervently and raked her tongue along his.

His cock was so hard it hurt, and Tomas wanted
to rip his pants off. But he didn’t want to let her go. He had her
in his arms, and planned to keep it that way. Kissing with Susanna
was nearly as good as getting naked and doing more.

Her touch was intimate, and her kiss deep. Long
and lingering, they kissed, both wanting, both waiting. Susanna
took his hand and placed it over her breast. The feel of the satin
covering her excited him, and Tomas leaned down to kiss her through
the fabric.

The tiny whimper that escaped her lips served to
encourage him, and Tomas yanked her blouse from the waistband of
her skirt and reached underneath. He cupped her warm breasts
through her bra and squeezed. Inflamed with desire, he reached
inside the cup and held one breast in his hand.

God, she was sexy. Tomas came unglued. He stood
with her in his arms, and without hesitating stepped toward the
bed. When he lowered her to the floor, Susanna pressed her body
against his hard cock, still imprisoned in his pants, and circled
her hips. She was driving him crazy.

Urgently, she began undoing the buttons of his
shirt and pulled it free and off him. Tomas undid his pants and let
them drop to the floor, then lifted her blouse off over her head.
The sight of her swollen breasts bulging over the top of her tiny
bra made him gasp. He reached behind and undid the clasp.

Shoving her to the bed, he sat beside her and
took in the beauty of her naked breasts. Full, round, and firm,
they enticed him, and he reached out to finger the stiff peaks of
her nipples. Susanna emitted a sound of joy and threw her head
back.

Carnal need took over and Tomas pushed her onto
her back and removed her skirt, leaving her in only a strip of
panties. “Jesus.” He gasped at her beauty, then leaned over her,
licking the creamy mounds of her breasts and running his hands over
her flat belly.

Susanna sat up and slipped her fingers in the
waistband of his briefs, but before she pulled them down she
pressed her mouth to his erection bulging against the cotton just
barely containing it. Then she gently bit him through the
material.

Tomas groaned.

She yanked his underwear off, and his thick cock
sprang free. It felt so good to be released, but it hurt like hell
at the same time. Tomas needed her, needed to be inside her. He
craved her in every way, and had no clue how to get enough of the
delectable beauty in his bed.

Susanna held his head in her hands. She kissed
him hard then urged him down, between her legs. The pressure she
exerted to push him to do what she wanted was a turn-on. Tomas
licked across her skin, waxed bare, and held the elastic string of
her sheer panties in his teeth.

“Rip them off,” she gasped.

With one swift motion, Tomas tossed his head
violently to the side, and the thin material gave way. He threw it
aside, leaving her naked. Covering her clit with his mouth, he
sucked gently, and Susanna cried out.

He licked over her wet slit, delving into her
opening with the tip of his tongue. All the while, Susanna
scratched her nails over his head. The slight pain escalated his
need. It was so fucking hot. Holding her outer lips apart, he blew
over her sex.

“More,” she moaned. “Please, more.”

He flicked his tongue over her clit twice to
torture her, and Susanna tossed her head to the side. “More,” she
said again.

Tomas nipped at the skin of her sex, and Susanna
raised her hips, once again pleading for more. Taking her clit in
his teeth, Tomas raked over it, so lightly as to almost not touch
it. But the tease was like a lightning bolt to her, as she cried
out and gripped his shoulders.

She tasted so sweet. Tomas dipped his tongue
inside her again and again, savoring her. When she began to quiver,
he held tight to her waist to still her. Leaning up, he sucked her
nipples, first one then the other. Purposely, he took her to the
edge.

Susanna clawed at his back, making his loins
ache unmercifully. Drifting down her body, Tomas kissed her ribs,
her belly, her hips, and her thighs. Slowly, he worked his way back
to her greatest need. Her breathing was ragged, and she squirmed
under his ministrations.

With his palms on her inner thighs, Tomas pushed
her legs apart. He looked at her pussy, swollen with arousal, and
his cock pulsed. With his fingertips, he opened her. Relentlessly,
he swirled his tongue around her clit.

“Come for me, baby. I’ve got you.”

Susanna trembled and then her body stiffened. A
cry of ecstasy echoed in the room as she climaxed hard. Tomas
looked up at her beautiful face, flushing and erotic. Seeing her
come was beyond anything he had seen before.