Page 89 of Breakaway Hearts

“Reese,” I whisper, swallowing hard. “Please…”

“I’ve got you,” he promises, reaching up to squeeze my breasts. He teases them through my bra and then reaches around to unclasp the hook in the back, sliding the straps off my arms. “Fuck.”

For a second, I think he might drop his head and torture my sensitive nipples with his lips, teeth, and tongue the way he seems to like. But instead, he slides one hand firmly through my messy curls, gripping the strands tightly close to my scalp. He tilts my head back just a little, and the absolute control he has over the movement makes my heart race.

“Look at me.” His voice is a low rasp, his pupils dark pools. “Do not take your fucking eyes off me, Firefly. Got it?”

I nod as much as I can with the limited range of motion I have right now, then decide that’s not good enough.

“I won’t,” I whisper.

“Good.”

Keeping his grip on my hair, Reese slides his other hand beneath the waistband of my panties. His fingers find my entrance, dipping inside me as he watches my face. I suck in a sharp breath, my thighs instinctively clenching around his hand before I force them to relax, spreading them wider.

His lips twitch at the corners as he feels my response to him. It’s almost a smile, but not quite, and the intense look doesn’t leave his expression.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “I want to make you come just like this.”

I nod again, the stinging in my scalp as I tug against his hold on me only heightening the arousal coursing through my body. He presses two fingers deeper inside me, and I can feel how wet I am for him as he slides them out to circle my clit.

He doesn’t rush. Despite the tension I can see in every line of his body, there’s something almost painfully deliberate about every motion. Like he’s trying to prove a point. Like he’s trying to lay down some kind of claim.

His fingertips slide deeper inside me, his hand grinding against my clit, and when my eyelids flutter, he makes a warning noise in his throat.

“Eyes on me,” he demands, making my eyes snap back open as I refocus on his face. He nods, pumping his fingers faster as his jaw clenches. “There you are. Fucking stay with me, baby.”

I feel incredibly vulnerable like this, raw and exposed in the same way I did when he told me to use my vibrator in front of him. There’s nothing to hide behind, no artifice, no masks. With our gazes locked like this, I feel like he can see all the way down to my soul, and it’s almost terrifying.

But it’s also… Reese.

He’s the one man in the entire world I trust more than anything. The one person I know will never hurt me. So even though part of me wants to look away or bury my face in his chest, I stay right where I am, letting him seeeverything.

And he rewards me for it by fucking me harder with his fingers, finally giving me the friction and pressure I need to soar toward my release. My legs start to shake, my breath coming faster and faster as my inner walls tighten greedily around his fingers.

“Reese, I’m gonna…” I lick my lips, my nipples so sensitive that even though he’s not touching them, they ache with pleasure. “I’m gonna… please, make me…”

“Shit,” he bites out. “Fucking love that sound most of all. Nothing will ever sound as good as you begging for me.”

My entire body is tingling, the building pressure of my impending orgasm making me squirm on the counter. But still, Reese doesn’t let me move. He keeps me locked in place right where he wants me as he pushes me relentlessly toward a climax that feels like it might steal my soul.

“Do you understand that I willalwaysfight for you?” he asks, driving his fingers into me harshly. “Do you?”

“I…” I can barely speak, much less think. “Reese…”

“No one will hurt you as long as I’m alive. I don’t give a shit who they are. I don’t care about the consequences. You’re mine to protect, you understand that?”

Something about the way he saysminehits me in the chest. But before I can remind myself that he doesn’t mean it literally, that he’s probably always felt this protective of me as his best friend, my orgasm cracks through me like a whip.

My jaw drops open on a loud cry, my eyes widening as I watch Reese watch me come. My hips roll against his hand, begging him to fuck me deeper with his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure rocks through me.

He doesn’t let up until the last shudders of my climax finally ebb away, and it’s only when he releases his hold on my hair and flexes his fingers that I realize just how tightly he was holding on to me.

My pussy is still throbbing with the aftershocks as I reach for him, sliding my hand between us to palm his cock through his pants. He’s hard as steel, and his shaft jerks against my touch as he withdraws his fingers from my panties.

Wordlessly, he tugs at the waistband, and I wriggle a little to help him work them down my legs. He tosses them aside, leaving me completely bare, then flattens both of his hands on the cabinet on either side of my head, staring down at me.

I know what he’s doing.

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