Page 41 of Breakaway Hearts

Reese’s face softens as silence stretches between us. Before I can say anything else, he reaches out and flips the light switch down, turning it off. The room is plunged into darkness for a second, but then he opens the door partway, allowing some ambient light to spill in from the hallway.

“There,” he says. “Better?”

“Yes.” I shoot him a grateful look. “Thanks.”

He nods, then crosses his arms and leans against the wall next to the door, his gaze trained on me. The light from the hall spills across his symmetrical features, casting them half in shadow and half in light, and I stare back at him for a long moment.

Then I switch the vibrator on.

The buzzing sound alone is enough to make my blush deepen, which makes me even more grateful for the dim lighting. Hopefully he can’t see just how awkward and bumbling I feel. Trapping my lower lip tightly between my teeth, I press the vibrating tip of the Rabbit between my legs. My entire body jolts a little at the shock as it stimulates my clit through my clothes, and I make a tiny noise that gets trapped behind my lips.

I can’t quite meet Reese’s gaze while doing this, so instead I close my eyes, trying to find the rhythm I normally do when I use this toy on myself. But it’s been a while since I used it, and I’ve never used it quite like this. The pressure on my clit feels good, but I feel almost numb to the sensations, too worried about whether I’m doing this right—whether I’ll come too fast or too slow, or make embarrassing faces or something.

Scrunching my eyes up a little tighter, I roll my hips a bit, meeting the pressure of the vibrating toy and changing the angle a little.

But it still isn’t really enough. It feels weird with all of my clothes between the toy and my skin, and with every second that ticks by, I feel like I’m getting further away from an orgasm, not closer.

“Callie.”

Reese’s low voice breaks through my intense concentration, and my eyes pop open instinctively, my gaze darting to him. He’s still watching me with that heavy, inscrutable look on his face, and when our eyes meet, he steps away from the wall just a little.

“Is that how you normally do this?” he asks, and thankfully, there’s no judgment in his voice. If there were, I think I’d probably call a stop to this wild idea right now. Hell, I might even change my name and leave the country just so I’d never have to face him again. But there’s nothing but gentle curiosity in his tone.

“No,” I admit, turning the vibrator off. “I usually… don’t use it over my clothes.”

“So show me.” There’s a hint of a challenge in his voice, along with something else that makes goosebumps scatter over my skin. “Show me how you’d use it if you were all alone. Don’t try to put on a show, and don’t worry about doing it right. Just… show me.”

God, how did he manage to read me like an open book?

It’s like he reached inside my head and plucked the thoughts right out.

And he’s right. That’s exactly what I’ve been doing—trying to put on a show for him and worrying that I won’t get it right. Nothing about what I just did is anything like the way I usually touch myself when I’m alone.

My hands shake a little as I set down the vibrator on the comforter beside me. Then I grab the waistband of my comfy sleep shorts and work them down over my hips. I catch my panties and shimmy them down at the same time, knowing that I’ll probably lose my nerve if I try to do it separately. Cool air hits my pussy, and the shock of realizing I’m bare from the waist down in front of Reese makes my nipples harden beneath my shirt.

I kick my pants and underwear all the way off, not even paying attention to where they fall as they land on the floor somewhere. Then I grab the Rabbit and turn it back on, pressing it to my pussy.

This time, the vibrations against my clit make me hiss out a breath—or maybe it’s the way Reese’s gaze is locked on the spot between my legs, a muscle in his cheek jumping. He watches as I slide the silicone toy against my skin, finding the placement that feels best.

“That’s better.” His voice is low and almost sounds a bit strained, like it’s taking effort to speak. “How does it feel?”

“Good,” I admit, my toes curling a little as my breath picks up.

Now that the barrier between me and the toy is gone—now that I’ve thrown myself into the metaphorical deep end—the sensations feel more intense than they ever have before. There’s still a lingering feeling of shyness and awkwardness, but it’s being slowly edged out by the heat spreading through my lower half and radiating into my limbs.

“Is that how you use it?” Reese asks, taking a half step closer to the bed. He’s out of the direct light from the hallway now, so his face is completely shadowed, and his brown eyes look dark. “Grinding it against your clit like that?”

“Yeah,” I whisper, arching my hips a little. “And sometimes I…”

“You what?”

“I put it inside.”

His fingers twitch at his sides. “You fuck yourself with it, you mean.”

I nod. My cheeks are on fire, but it mingles with the heat filling my veins, urging me on instead of making me want to stop. I tease my clit with the tip of the toy again, then drop it lower, just barely pressing it inside myself, and Reese lets out a soft groan.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Show me. Come on, Callie. Show me what you’d do with it.”

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