Page 56 of Breakaway Hearts

“Firefly,” I say quietly. “Thatisthe lesson.”

Her head jerks back in surprise. “What?”

“Learning to enjoy yourself and taking what you want—that’s what I want to teach you. That’s going to be the majority of the lessons. Because…” I let my gaze drag over her, more intentionally this time, remembering how amazing it felt to have my hand trapped between those beautiful, thick thighs as her pussy clenched around my fingers. “Becausethat’swhat’s sexy. Watching you come is such a fucking turn on, you wouldn’t believe it. And if Austin couldn’t see it, then that was his problem. Not yours.”

Callie blinks and takes a half step backward, as if she’s suddenly lost her footing. She stares at the floor instead of me, and if she weren’t standing so far away, I’d lift her chin so that she could see in my eyes just how true my words are.

It’s so obvious, though, that this is the first time someone has ever said something like this to her. The first time someone has told her she’s sexy as all hell, gorgeous when she comes, and wildly intoxicating. It’s just another reason to hate Austin, that dickbag—for making this beautiful woman doubt herself. For making her feel uncomfortable in her own skin. For somehow making her believe that her pleasure is worth nothing.

But selfishly, I’m gladIget to be the one to prove him wrong.

I want to be the man who shows Callie just how stunning she is.

My cock twitches in my pants, hardening again as I allow everything I thought about while I was fingering her in the movie theater to rush back through my mind. All the things I want to do to her. All the ways I want to make her scream.

“Callie,” I murmur, my voice rough and low. “Look at me.”

Something in my tone must break through whatever thoughts are bouncing around in that brain of hers, because her head snaps up.

“What?” she whispers.

“I never meant to make you feel like I wasn’t upholding my end of our deal. And if you want another lesson… we can have one right now.”

Her eyes go wide, her pupils dilating. Even from across the room, I can see the way the blackness edges out the green of her irises, making them look dark and molten.

She nods, but I shake my head, unwilling to let it go at that.

“Say it. I need your words, Firefly.”

She nods again and takes a deep breath. “Yes,” she whispers. “I want that.”

“Good.” I unhook my belt, keeping my eyes on her the entire time. “Then get on your hands and knees.”

Chapter20

Callie

My heart trips in my chest, skipping a beat and then starting to race.

Reese is gazing at me with an expression I’ve never seen him wear before, and the burst of irrational anger that rose up in me when we first entered the hotel room feels like a distant memory. It’s impossible to hold on to, especially after what he told me.

Thatisthe lesson.

Even though I’ve already had more orgasms tonight than I think I’ve ever had before in a single evening, my body is practically vibrating with tension as I slowly drop to my knees. They sink into the soft carpet, and I put my hands down too, aware of the way my camisole top barely covers anything in this position. I’m not wearing a bra, and my breasts feel heavy with arousal, my nipples drawn into tight buds. I’m certain Reese can see all of that as his gaze flicks over me, taking in my new position.

“Good girl.” His voice is husky. “Now crawl to me.”

I wouldn’t have thought anything he said after telling me to get on my hands and knees would surprise me, but somehow, those four words catch me off-guard. My eyes widen, my breath hitching as I stare at him.

There’s a hungry, dominant glint in his eye, and my core clenches. I changed into a fresh pair of panties when I put on my pajamas, since the crotch of my previous pair was basically soaked through—but I can already feel wetness gathering between my legs again.

I read a scene like this in a book once, and it gave me material for my fantasies for weeks afterward. But never in my wildest dreams did I think anyone would ever say those words to me.

Reese doesn’t repeat himself, and he doesn’t move. He just stays where he is, never taking his eyes off me, as if he doesn’t want to miss a single bit of this. It takes me a second to prompt my body into motion, and then I begin to slowly crawl across the floor toward him, closing the distance between us.

When I’m right in front of him, I stop and sit back on my heels, tilting my head to look up at him.

His jaw goes tight for a second, his nostrils flaring. Then he reaches down and grabs my hands. He brings them to his waist, setting my fingers on his belt before he straightens again.

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