Page 79 of Breakaway Hearts

“Reese!” I yelp, squirming in protest. “You don’t have to carry me. I’m too heavy.”

“Who said anything abouthaveto?” He smirks, striding toward the stairs. “I’m doing it because I want to. And you’re not too heavy at all, Firefly.”

My stomach flutters. I’ve never had a guy carry me like this before—Austin certainly never did—but any worries I might’ve had that Reese would drop me evaporate as he makes his way confidently up the stairs, his steps steady and his hold on me gentle.

When we get to his room, he pauses just inside the doorway, giving the light switch a pointed look. I roll my eyes at him but flick it on, following his silent command.

“Good girl,” he growls, then crosses over to the bed and sets me down.

The second I’m settled on the soft comforter, his hands drop to my jeans, and I give a silent little prayer of thanks. Reese has made it clear that sometimes he enjoys teasing me, drawing things out until I’m desperate enough to beg. But right now, I don’t think either of us have the patience for that.

I toe my shoes off as he works my button and fly open and then slides my pants down my legs, and I bend my knees to help him peel them all the way off.

The way he looks at me as I lie naked before him makes my pulse gallop like a runaway horse, and I lift my chin at him, biting my lip.

“Now you,” I order.

The smile he gives me is pure sex, and he reaches for his shirt, peeling it off with one hand before going for his pants. As he shoves them down and kicks them off, my breath hitches.

God, he is unfairly gorgeous.

It feels like it’s been a million years since that day I accidentally walked in on him naked, but even back then, when I was trying hard never to think of him this way, it was impossible for me not to notice the cut of his abs or the sexy little V at his hips. My gaze trails over his broad chest and chiseled stomach, then even lower to where his cock juts out from his body.

I swallow hard.

He’s so big, and even though I already knew that from when I gave him a blowjob in LA, shock ripples through me all over again at the sight—along with a hefty dose of nerves.

“Don’t worry, Firefly.” Reese’s deep voice drags my attention back up to his face. He’s smirking at me, and he wraps a hand around himself, pumping his shaft once as he speaks. “You did such a good job taking my cock with your mouth. Your pussy can take me too. I promise.”

As if to agree with him, my inner walls clench hard, my clit throbbing. I let out a shaky breath, squeezing my legs together.

“I love when you say dirty things like that,” I breathe. “I didn’t know I’d like it so much, but it’s like I canfeelthe words in my body.”

His smile widens, and he spreads my legs as he kneels between them. “Yeah? So if I tell you that I want to watch your pretty little pussy take every inch of my cock, where do you feel that?”

I whimper, pressing my fingers against my clit and grinding upward a little, giving him an answer and myself a little relief at the same time. “Here. I feel it here.”

“Fuck.” He watches me touch myself, squeezing the base of his shaft before stroking himself again. “And what about if I tell you I want to fuck you so hard and so well that no one else can ever live up to it? That I want to make you come until you scream my name? That I want todisrespectthat perfect body of yours?”

There’s something about the way his voice deepens on the word ‘disrespect’ that makes me ache in the best way. I don’t know why it’s such a turn on, but I can’t deny that it is.

“I feel that here.” Holding his gaze, I bring a hand up to squeeze my breast, playing with my nipple as I slide two fingers into myself. “And here.”

Reese lets out a hungry sound. “Fucking hell, I need to be inside you.”

He pumps his shaft two more times, then leans over, reaching for the nightstand near the head of the bed. He starts to pull out a condom, but before he can, I shake my head, sliding my fingers out of myself.

“Wait,” I say quickly. “Do we… have to?”

He stills, gripping the little foil-wrapped packet. “Do we have to what?”

“Do we have to use one of those?” I whisper.

Something passes over Reese’s face, but I can’t tell what it is. His expression is entirely unreadable, and he still hasn’t moved, locked in place as if he’s frozen.

Shit.

Embarrassment rushes through me. Did I just commit some huge sex faux pas? Afraid I’ve ruined the moment, I wave a hand as if to banish my last words from existence, shaking my head again.

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