Page 139 of Breakaway Hearts

“And I’ll never stop.” He lets go of me so that he can cup my face, staring down into my eyes. “Never, Firefly. You’re it for me. You’re my endgame. You’reeverything.”

He kisses me again, sealing the words. I open for him, moaning as his tongue delves into my mouth. He starts to walk me across my kitchen, our bodies bumping into walls since neither of us are paying much attention to where we’re going. When it happens for the third time as we try to make it through the door toward my bedroom, Reese makes an impatient noise and scoops me up, lifting my thighs and wrapping my legs around his waist as my arms loop around his neck.

“God, I missed the feel of you in my arms,” he whispers hoarsely. “I missed carrying you to bed like this. I thought I might never get to do it again, and it fucking killed me.”

Another tear trails down my cheek, and I kiss him hard, feeling whole for the first time since I walked out of his house that day.

Reese brings me into my small bedroom, which has felt empty and desolate every night. But as he lays me down on the bed, I swear the entire room seems brighter.

“Come here,” I whisper, pulling him down on top of me.

He lays his body over mine, nudging my legs apart as his hips settle between them. There’s no finesse to the way we undress each other, both of us too needy to take our time. I tear at his clothes, desperate to feel his skin beneath my palms, and then lift my arms over my head so he can tug off my shirt. Pants and undergarments hit the floor too, and when we’re both finally naked, Reese slides a hand between my legs, slipping two fingers into me.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps. “I missed this pussy. You’re wet. Are you wet enough to take me? I need you so fucking bad.”

“Need you too,” I whisper, nodding fervently. I’ve been wet from the moment he started kissing me, and I don’t care about foreplay right now. I don’t care about anything except feeling him slide into me. I need that connection between us more than I need air.

His jaw is tight as he braces himself on his forearm and lines himself up with my entrance. He presses in slowly for the first few inches, and our groans mingle in the quiet room.

“Fuck me, Reese,” I gasp, reaching down to dig my fingers into his ass, pulling him toward me. “Please.”

With a harsh grunt, he drives all the way in, rocking my bed beneath us as I cry out his name.

“Callie…”

My name is a whisper, and it sounds like it comes from somewhere deep inside his soul. I cling to him, wrapping my arms and legs around him to keep him as close as possible. He doesn’t move for a long moment either, as if he can’t bear to pull out, even to start fucking me.

“I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you,” he murmurs, kissing my neck before scraping his teeth over my earlobe. “You fuckingownme, Firefly.” He shudders, his cock pulsing inside me. “You feel what you do to me? I’m wrecked. You’ve ruined me for anyone else. No one could ever be as perfect for me as you.”

I squeeze around him, kissing his neck and shoulder as his familiar woodsy scent fills my nostrils.

“You’ve ruined me too,” I admit, my voice cracking. “I don’t know how to live without you. I tried, but it felt like a shell of a life. You helped me figure out who I am, but I’m the best version of myself when I’m with you. No one could be as perfect for me as you are. No one.”

“Good.” He draws back, gazing down into my eyes as he rolls his hips slightly. “Because I don’t want to just fallforyou, baby. I want to fallwithyou.”

With that, he kisses me again, plunging his tongue into my mouth as he draws his hips back and drives back in. My legs fall away from his waist, opening for him and giving him room to move as he fucks me with long, deep strokes.

Each one feels like a reminder of everything we have, everything we almost lost, and everything that could still be.

Pleasure builds inside me, a slow burn that starts in my clit and travels all the way out to my skin, making every brush of his body against mine feels like an electric charge. I tilt my hips, changing the angle a little, and he growls, gripping my throat lightly as his thrusts turn erratic.

“Won’t last long,” he grits out. “Fuck, I can’t. I missed you too much, and you feel too damn good. Come for me first. I want to feel you milk my cock. Show me that you missed me.”

He slams in and grinds his pelvis against mine, putting friction on my clit, and I hook my heels around his calves as my head tips back.

“Right there,” I breathe, my spine arching. “Right there, oh fuck, Reese, oh god.”

“Not your god, baby.” He kisses me hard. “Yourboyfriend. The one who loves you.”

His voice turns to gravel on the last words, and that’s what pushes me over the edge. I let out a sobbing cry as my orgasm crests, and Reese explodes a second later, burying his face in my neck as he comes deep inside me.

He collapses on top of me, and even though he’s heavy, his weight is the most perfect thing I’ve ever felt. I melt into my bed, my chest pressing harder against Reese’s with every inhale as I try to catch my breath. My arms are around his shoulders, my fingers drifting over the muscles of his back, and I can feel his ribcage vibrating with the heavy thuds of his heart.

“I’m not done,” Reese says, his voice muffled against my skin. As if to illustrate his point, he draws out partway and then presses back in again, making a bit of cum spill out and trail between my legs. “I’ll never be done with you. Not ever. Even if you’d told me to go away, that you never wanted to see me again, I would’ve loved you from afar until my dying day. I couldn’t stop loving you if I tried.”

“I don’t want you to try.” I slide my fingers through his hair as he lifts his head, propping himself up a little. “And I don’t want you to go away.” My eyes sting with tears again, an overwhelming rush of emotion making it hard to breathe for a moment. “This is where you belong, Reese. Right here.”

“Hell yes, it is.”

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