Page 43 of Breakaway Hearts

The cry bursts out of me unbidden, my mouth falling open as my hips buck off the bed. Waves of sensation crash over me, one after another, making my body jolt with each one. My orgasm hits its peak, and as I start to fall over the other side, the pressure on my clit is suddenly more than I can take.

I whimper and squirm, letting go of my breasts as I reach down to slide the vibrator out. It takes me a second to find the switch, and when I finally manage to turn it off, the sudden absence of its quiet buzzing only seems to amplify the sound of my harsh breathing—and Reese’s too.

I glance back over at him, some of the shyness that disappeared earlier rushing back in.

He walks around the edge of the bed slowly, coming to stand beside it on my right side. I watch him as he moves, suddenly aware of the slickness coating my thighs and the way my nipples are peaked and hard. God, have Ieverbeen this wet? I’m a little worried I might’ve left a wet spot on his bedspread.

Reese gazes down at me for a long moment, one hand cupping the back of his neck. His hair looks a little messy, like maybe he was running his fingers through it, although that must’ve happened when my eyes were closed.

“Well, I can tell you this much right now, Firefly,” he murmurs. “You’re not boring in bed.”

I swallow and blink up at him, not quite sure how to respond to that. Although I feel a small rush of relief at his words, part of me can’t help but wonder if he’s just saying that so he’ll have a reason to tell me I don’t need his help after all. If he’s looking for an excuse to get out of this crazy arrangement.

But then he drops his hand away from the back of his neck, palming the bulge at his crotch, and my stomach flips over as I realize—he’s hard. His pants are tented, and he lets out a breath as he squeezes himself a little and then drops his hand.

“You still want to do this?” he asks.

My gaze flies back up to his face, and I nod, my heart crashing wildly against my ribs. “Yes. I do.”

“Good.”

Something passes through his features as he takes me in, sprawled out on the bed in front of him. His tongue darts out, just barely tracing over his lower lip, and my pussy clenches at the sight. A dozen images flash through my mind of him crawling onto the bed to join me, and everything that might happen after that.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he reaches down to brush my hair back gently and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Get some sleep,” he murmurs. “We’ll start our lessons soon.”

His fingers slide through my hair and trail lightly over my jaw, making me shiver before he pulls away. Then, with one last look that nearly sets my blood on fire, he turns and slips out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I slump back against the mattress, my muscles going lax as I stare up at the ceiling with wide eyes.

Holy shit. I can’t believe that just happened.

And if he was really serious about what he said…

That was just the beginning.

Chapter15

Reese

Morning sunlight streams through the small window in the bathroom as I wipe the steam off the mirror and stare at myself.

“Okay,” I mutter under my breath. “Everything’s fine. You watched Callie get herself off last night. That’s fine. Not a mistake. Definitely not a mistake.”

Fuck, who am I kidding? This is definitely a mistake. A hot as hell mistake. A mistake I’ve been wanting to make for a while, and it’s hard to believe I only fully realized that fact last night.

Callie is breathtaking. One of the most beautiful women I know, if notthemost beautiful. And after last night, after everything we did and everything that we’re going to do, I don’t know if I can resist this temptation any longer.

We might be playing with fire—hell, we might be juggling it with our bare hands—but some part of me on some level is begging to be burned. I can’t stop. Not now.

I shake my head and pull on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before heading downstairs to the kitchen.

Callie sits at the kitchen table, staring outside while sipping a mug of her usual tea. She doesn’t notice me at first, and I’m grateful for that. She looks like one of her paintings right now, her hair flaming golden and red in the sun, with the steam from her tea rising around her face and her eyes slightly dreamy, as if she’s lost in an entirely different time.

I clear my throat so as not to startle her, and when she breaks out of her trance, she flushes at the sight of me.

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