Page 44 of Breakaway Hearts

I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face, but then I remember her sweet moans. Her breathless whimpers. The way her hips arched as she writhed on the bed. I remember the way she cried out as she came, and the memory of it is so strong that it’s almost like I’m right back there in that moment.

My cock twitches in my shorts. Hell, it does more than twitch. It’s half hard as I stride over to the sink and grab a glass from the cabinet above it, then fill it up.

Shit. How did I convince myself for so long that I didn’t notice all of these things about Callie? I’ve always thought she was cute when she blushes, which happens fairly frequently given her pale complexion, but now, knowing how flushed she looks when she’s turned on… fuck, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to think of it as just ‘cute’ again.

It took all of my self-control to leave her bedroom after watching her get herself off last night, but I didn’t want to push her too far, too fast. Even though she made it clear she wants this, I wanted to give her a night to sleep on it in case she changed her mind.

After downing a glass of water—and giving my cock a chance to deflate a little—I start to brew myself a cup of coffee and open up the fridge so I can make us veggie omelets.

“Did you sleep alright?” I ask while my face is buried in the blissfully cold air of the refrigerator.

“Really well, thanks.”

I pull out several ingredients, glancing over at her as I set them on the counter. “Good. I usually sleep like a baby after a good orgasm too.”

Callie, who was mid-sip during my poorly-timed joke, just about spits out her tea. Her eyes go wide, and I can’t help but let out a small chuckle. I crack a few eggs into a bowl and throw in a few seasonings, but before I whisk it all up, I turn to face her, crossing my arms over my chest. I study her expression, looking for any signs of doubt or regret.

“Seriously, though. Are you doing okay after last night? Do you still want to do this? No second thoughts?”

Callie keeps her gaze on her tea for a moment before lifting her chin and meeting my gaze, and the look she gives me just about knocks the breath out of me. There’s an aura to her when she’s like this—stubborn and sure of herself—that’s part of what made me want to be friends with her in the first place.

“I’m sure.” She nods, straightening her shoulders. “I haven’t changed my mind. I don’t ever want to feel like I’m bad in bed again. I want to havegoodsex for once. I know you’re more experienced than me, and I want you to teach me.”

I grin. My cock, which I just convinced to calm down, pulses again at the thought of all the things I want to teach this woman. Of all the ways I can teach her. Based on last night, I know how responsive she can be, even if she was anxious and awkward at first. I have a feeling she’ll be a quick learner.

I just hope I’ll be a good teacher.

Looking at her now as she sits in my kitchen, it’s hard to believe I ever let myself believe I wasn’t attracted to her. It was more like I was trying toconvincemyself it wasn’t, for the sake of our friendship. But after last night, after the agreement to be friends with benefits, it feels like all the pent-up desire for her has exploded. And whatever this feeling is, I’m pretty sure it won’t be easy to bottle up again.

Because, Callie? She’s fucking sexy. I can’t get over her curves, how her body tensed and trembled on the precipice of her climax. As I watched her get herself off last night, all I could think about is how she’ll look with her mouth around me or when I’m buried deep inside her.

Instead of turning back to my eggs, I walk over to Callie and squat in front of her so we’re face-to-face. I put one hand on her knee and rub my palm up and down her bare thigh. Her muscles tense, and her breathing grows faster.

Fuck, I love how she responds to even the littlest things.

“I have an away game coming up during the week,” I tell her, my eyes bouncing between hers. “Come with me. It’ll be good for the fake dating ruse. And we can start your lessons.”

“Oh.” Her green eyes light up, making me smile. She drags her bottom lip between her teeth, then grimaces. “Shoot. I don’t know if I can. I’d have to get a sub for work.”

“No pressure.” I give her leg a gentle squeeze. “But think about it. I’d like you to come if you can swing it.”

Her gaze flutters down to my lips and then back up. Her cheeks turn pink, that adorable flush painting her skin.

“Okay,” she blurts.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” She swallows and nods. “I’ll go.”

A rush of excitement fills me, and I resist the urge to haul her into my arms and start our first lesson right here and right now. I feel selfish suddenly, as if I’ve been depriving myself of something for years and all I want to do now is binge on it—onher—until I’ve finally had my fill. But this arrangement we agreed to isn’t for me. It’s for Callie, and I want to do right by her. So as tempting as it is to lay her out on the kitchen table and see if I can get her to make the same noises she made last night, I don’t.

Instead, I stand to my full height, and we both release a breath at the same time.

“Good,” I murmur. “I’m glad. You’ll be able to get a sub?”

“Pretty sure.” She rubs her fingers over her thigh, unconsciously tracing the spot where my hand just was. “I’ll let you know if I have any trouble.”

“I’ll buy you a plane ticket.”

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