Page 54 of Breakaway Hearts

But Reese still isn’t done.

He gives me a small break, keeping his fingers inside me but not moving them at all, and as my breath starts to even out, his hand starts to move again. He works me up slowly and patiently and makes me come two more times, and by my last climax, I’m so dizzy with pleasure that I can’t quite keep my noises contained.

Reese must realize it, because he leans toward me, allowing me to tuck my face against his neck to muffle the sound of my fourth climax. He rests his chin against my temple, pulsing his fingers inside me a few more times, then finally withdraws them.

Music swells in the theater, and as I lift my head, I realize with a start that the end credits are starting to play.

Holy shit. He spent almost the entire movie teasing me and making me come on his hand.

Reese doesn’t even look at the screen. Instead, he keeps his gaze on me as he deliberately brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. I let out a little squeak, my eyes flaring wide as I watch him, and he smirks.

The credits continue to scroll past as the rest of his teammates stand up and stretch, talking amongst themselves. My legs shake as Reese grabs his jacket and helps me out of my seat. My muscles feel like jelly, and I can barely catch my breath.

He flashes me a satisfied, heated look, making it clear that he’s enjoying every second of this torture. That’s not to say Ididn’tenjoy it. My best friend is showing me an entirely new side of himself. Never in my life would I have expected him to have an exhibitionist streak, and I have to admit, it’s kind of hot.

Did he ever do anything like that with Sienna?

The thought shoots through me like an arrow, stinging in a way I didn’t expect it to. I shake it out of my head and instead focus on walking out of the theater with everyone else, trying to keep my stride even. The rest of the team is talking about the movie, and I’m grateful they don’t ask us anything, because I’m pretty positive I couldn’t describe a single scene.

“Do you think they know?” I hiss quietly to Reese as we step outside into the night air.

“Know what? That you liked the movie?”

“No. About… what we did.”

I can’t say anything more without risking being overheard, and I glance around furtively, suddenly wondering if I smell like sex. Can they smell it on me?

“Don’t worry, Firefly,” Reese murmurs, his nose brushing my hair as he drops his head. “No one knows. No one but us. I wouldn’t let anyone else see you like that. That’s just for me.”

His words are meant to reassure me, but all they do is reignite the fire in my veins, making my legs wobble all over again.

Goddammit. How does he manage to affect me so strongly?

I’m barely aware of the walk back to the hotel. Every step I take only reminds me of everything Reese just did to me, and each time my thighs brush together, my clit throbs. Even the tiny amount of friction from walking has me slightly worried that I’ll come again, right here on some random sidewalk in Los Angeles.

Only Reese’s firm arm around my waist keeps me steady and moving forward, and he takes the lead in making conversation with Margo and Noah in the elevator once we get back to the hotel, sparing me from having to string a sentence together.

My pulse quickens as we get off the elevator and head to Reese’s room.

He unlocks the door with his keycard and ushers me inside, and I stop just inside the room, my gaze landing on the single bed in the middle of it.

One bed.

There’s only one bed.

Of course there is. I’m not sure whether Reese is technically supposed to have a guest staying with him or not, but I’m assuming that whoever is in charge of booking rooms for the players always books him a single room. It’s not like I expected anything different when I agreed to come on this trip with him, but as I stare at the perfectly made bed, the enormity of what we’re doing hits me like a ton of bricks.

My best friend has now watched me come ormademe come multiple times.

We’ve crossed a huge line, and with every step we take past that line, I feel like I’m on shakier and shakier footing.

And the worst part is, even though Reese is somehow able to undo me like it’s nothing, he seems totally unaffected. He’s as cool and confident as ever, while I’m a mess—both literally and emotionally. None of this seems to be getting under his skin like it is mine, and that bothers me.

I wanthimto be off balance for once, even though I don’t quite know why.

All of the jumbled up emotions and leftover pleasure from the movie theater melt away, leaving a spike of irrational irritation in their wake. As Reese steps into the room behind me and closes the door, I snatch up my bag from where he set it beneath the large mirror on the wall and stomp toward the bathroom.

From the corner of my eye, I can see the confused look on his face, but instead of trying to explain this anger that I barely understand myself, I just shut the door forcefully behind me. Then I lean back against it, pressing the heels of my hands to my eyes.

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