Heart Breaker (Break on Through) Read Online Free

5’2” and wearing flats that day, and he was easily 6’1” or 6’2”.
    “You always sneak up on a woman like that?” I took a sip of my drink and scanned Golden Boy up and down, finally settling in on his eyes, which were the color of dark bourbon. He also had the longest lashes I’ve ever seen on a man, but there was no questioning the masculine beauty of his face. He had strong features but they weren’t too jagged or hard, with just enough of a sensual roundness to his face, his mouth, to make him approachable. He crooked his head slightly while dragging his perfect teeth across his bottom lip.
    In a voice dripping in honeyed heat he replied, “You knew I was coming for you, so don’t pretend I snuck up on you now.”
    He was close enough to me that I caught his scent, which was like fresh air, clean linens and spicy soap. Dear Lord, no man has a right to smell this good. Plus he was a wall of strength, with cords of glorious, sinewy muscles running through his arms. Arms that were now caging me in between himself and the wet bar.
    “I’ve been watching you ever since you arrived.” He inched even closer, our bodies just a hairsbreadth away from touching. “Thought I’d met all of Lauren’s friends but definitely haven’t seen you before.” Then, just before I was beginning to feel overwhelmed by his proximity, he stepped back and offered me his hand.
    “Kyle Masterson. And you are…?” He dragged out the last part as a question, obviously wanting me to share my name.
    I gave him my hand, which he grasped quickly, as if I would escape somehow. His palm was warm, dry and smooth. Definitely not typical of Jackson’s friends. This guy had never worked a day in his life with those hands.
    “Samantha Lockhart,” I answered. I tried to let go, but he held on, covering my right hand with both of his.
    I gave him a questioning look. “Yes, Mr. Masterson?”
    His shoulders shook in a silent laugh. “Please, call me Kyle. I insist.”
    I loved his voice, all deep, rich tones with just a slight trace of a Southern drawl I couldn’t quite place. I tore my eyes away from his golden amber gaze and glanced down at how his large, warm hands completely enveloped mine, his heat invading my cool skin. I bit my bottom lip, my teeth sinking into the plump flesh. I wanted just a small sting of pain, to keep at bay the lull of his liquid seduction. And while I couldn’t be sure, I thought I heard a low groan coming from him as I ran my tongue along the seam of my lips.
    “Can’t deny an admirer some up-close stargazing now, would you?”
    My eyebrows knitted together, and Kyle finally released my hand.
    “I don’t know what you mean.”
    A slow, Cheshire grin spread across his handsome face.
    “Saw you last year in Hamlet here in town and, before that, a play in New York. It was cool how the audience followed members of the cast around.”
    “ Sleep No More was the production,” I informed him, trying to contain how stunned I was that he knew the last two plays I was in, especially one in New York. “I can’t believe you recognized me from something you saw so long ago. If you’re ever looking to flatter an actor, well, that’s the way to do it.”
    “I thought you were amazing in both.” His voice was soft now, and he moved his gorgeous body closer to me while taking my hand again, threading his fingers with mine. For some reason, the simple act felt intimate, even more than a kiss. I didn’t know why, though, and I didn’t feel like analyzing it either.
    “If I hadn’t been with a date both times, I would’ve waited for you backstage, insisted on celebrating, taking you out.”
    For once in my life, I was speechless, still in awe that he recalled my work. In spite of being a fairly successful, regularly working actor, I mostly did theater work and, therefore, I didn’t get recognized often. I’d done a couple of national commercials, but that was years ago, and when I was recognized, it was