Page 67 of Break my Heart
“This morning after class.”
“Did you think about me?” Her voice dips, becoming low and husky.
“You’re the only one I thought about. The only one I’ve been thinking about since we met.”
A devilish glint enters her eyes. “Good.”
When she shifts again, a tortured groan escapes from me. Whether she’s deliberately trying to or not, this girl shreds every bit of my self-control.
“You know what I like most about masturbation?” I say more conversationally than I’m feeling.
She shakes her head.
“That there’s no need to worry about someone else getting off. It’s all about what you like and how you feel. You get to be as selfish as you want with your pleasure.”
Her smile fades. “I wish it were that easy.”
“It is. Maybe you just need someone to guide you through it.”
Her eyes widen. “You would do that?”
“Only if you wanted me to.”
“Wouldn’t it be weird?”
“Of course not.” Before I have the chance to think about the offer, it’s out of my mouth. “We could do it together.”
She stills. “Really?”
“Yeah. We don’t have to make a big deal about it.” When she remains silent, I blurt, “Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.”
“No. I don’t want to forget about it. I want to do it.” She sucks in a deep breath before expelling it from her lungs. “And I want you to help me. But I want you to do it too. Okay?”
“Yeah, babe. It’s okay. I just want you to be sure before this goes any further. That’s all.”
“I am.” She untangles her arms from around my neck before her hands float to the hem of her sweater. In one swift motion, she yanks it up her body and over her head before dropping it to the carpet.
Even though it’s tempting to glance at her nearly-naked chest, I keep my gaze focused on her face. I’m trying so hard not to look down that I don’t realize she’s reached around her ribcage and unsnapped her bra until the silky straps slide down her shoulders and arms. She plucks the material away before it joins the crumpled sweater on the floor.
My gaze dips.
Oh fuck.
I force my attention back to her face.
One of her hands drifts to my cheek before stroking the line of my jaw. “Aren’t you going to look?”
“Do you want me to?”
Any moment, my tightly strung control will snap like an over stretched rubber band.
At this point, it wouldn’t take much.
“Yes, I do.”
I inhale a sharp breath and almost choke on it.
Only then do I allow my gaze to fall again. Holy mother of God, she’s got the most glorious breasts. They’re small and perky. The perfect handful. Before I realize it, I’m reaching out and cupping each one in my palms. My thumbs stroke over her nipples until they stiffen.