Page 104 of Breakaway Hearts
“Fuck, Callie.” Heated pride burns in his eyes, sending a shiver through me.
He helps me off his lap, and I stand on wobbly legs, smoothing out the fabric of my dress.
“Go to the bathroom,” Reese tells me in a low voice. “I’ll meet you there in a minute.”
I nod, glancing surreptitiously around the restaurant as I make my way toward the back. The people sitting at tables are laughing and talking and drinking wine or chatting with their servers, and none of them pay much attention as I make my way past them.
Good. I feel like the flush on my face is somehow a dead giveaway for what I’m about to do, but clearly it’s not as noticeable as it feels. In my head, I might as well have a giant neon sign blinking above me that reads “this woman is about to be fucked in the bathroom,” and I’m careful to avoid making eye contact with any of the patrons or waitstaff as I slip into the little hallway at the back of the space, not wanting to give myself away.
There are two single occupancy restrooms at the end of the hall, and I pick the second one, slipping inside and letting out a shaky breath. I glance at myself in the mirror, running a hand over my wild curls—more just to have something to do with myself than out of any real hope that I’ll be able to tame them.
It’s not even a full minute, maybe only thirty seconds, before the bathroom door opens and Reese steps inside. He shuts it behind him and turns the lock, and my pulse thrums in my ears as I watch.
Then he turns to me, and it’s like some invisible thread snaps.
We’re only a few feet apart, but I’m barely even aware of him moving before he’s on me, crushing his lips to mine. We walk backward, our mouths fused together, and my back hits the wall as I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Jesus,” he mutters, groping me through my dress as he grinds his cock against my stomach. “You drive me so fucking crazy, do you know that? You make me lose my goddamn mind.”
“Same,” I whimper, because holy fuck, what are we even doing right now? I never would’ve had the guts to do something this wild and reckless before, but with Reese, it’s like I can’t help myself.
“Wanted to fuck you since the minute you opened your bedroom door and I saw you in this tease of a dress,” he growls, gathering the fabric of the dress in his hand and dragging it upward as he speaks. “Do you have any idea how damn tempting you look in this thing? With your gorgeous curves on full display like this? I wanted to punch every guy in this fucking restaurant just for looking at you.”
I’m sure they weren’t looking, but I don’t have a chance to argue with him, because Reese spins me around at that moment, turning me so that I’m facing the wall.
He crowds in behind me, pulling my dress even higher until my panty-covered ass is exposed, squeezing and kneading my cheeks.
“This ass. These fucking thighs. I dream about them, Firefly. You have no fucking idea.”
I bite my lip, bracing my hands on the wall and arching my spine, pressing back against him. “Then show me.”
He bites out a low curse, shifting my hair to one side of my neck so that he can press open-mouthed kisses to the other side. “Oh, I plan to. I need to be inside you. I can’t wait.”
The promise in his voice makes my heart beat faster, and then my brows furrow as a thought occurs to me. He said this was a lesson, and I know he’s a lot more experienced than me, but…
“Have you ever done this before?” I ask.
Reese stops, his lips freezing against my skin. “Done what?”
“Have you ever… fucked someone in public?”
He nips at me, making goosebumps rise up on my flesh. “What do you want the answer to be?”
Feeling bolder than usual, I crane my neck to look at him over my shoulder, fixing him with a challenging stare. “I want it to be no.”
Any worries I might’ve had about him being offended by my words or the possessive note in my voice melt away as a slow smile spreads across his face.
“You want to hear that you’re the only woman I’ve done this with?” he murmurs lowly. “Is that what you’re saying? You want to be the only one?”
I swallow but don’t back down. “Yes.”
The smile on his face widens, hungry and wicked. “Well then, you’re in luck. Because I’ve never done this with anyone. Just you.”
I’m not sure his words should mean as much to me as they do, but they send heat spiraling through me. The needy feeling that began to build as he fed me cake intensifies, and I turn around partway, hooking the back of his neck and pulling him down for a rough kiss.
He groans against my lips, his clothed cock rubbing against my ass as he wraps one hand loosely around my throat. I feel like I could come just from this, but after a long moment, Reese pulls back, his full lips swollen from our kiss.
My heart feels like it might burst out of my ribcage as he tugs on my hips, bending me at the waist before starting to work my panties down. I step out of them when he reaches my ankles, and he straightens, trailing the fingertips of one hand up my inner thigh.