Page 83 of Breakaway Hearts
“It’s somessy.” She bites her lip, then glances up at my face, looking almost shy. “Can I tell you something? I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”
My movements pause as I hesitate for a moment, and then I resume cleaning her with the washcloth. Once I’m done, I toss it toward the laundry hamper in the corner and settle onto the bed beside her, turning to face her. She does the same, lying on her side facing me.
“Can I tellyousomething?” I murmur. “Neither have I.”
Her eyes widen, shock reflecting in their depths. “Really?”
I shrug. “Yeah.”
She still looks a bit stunned by that revelation, but then her features smooth out. A smile pulls at her lips, happy and warm. “So we were each other’s first in that way. I like that.”
Something tightens in my chest, as if an invisible hand is squeezing my heart. I don’t know quite why her words have hit me so hard, but I feel a sudden bone-deep need to make sure she never regrets this. It’s not like I took her virginity or anything, and being the first to fuck each other with no protection isn’t quite the same as that. But still, it means something.
It matters.
And I never want her to look back on this and wish things had been different.
We lie together in silence for a few moments, catching our breath, and then I reach out to smooth down a few of her messy curls. I’m suddenly a bit nervous, worried that I might not have done this well enough, that I might not have made it good enough for her.
“How do you feel?” I ask, studying her face carefully.
“Oh my god.” She laughs, a grin stretching her bow shaped lips. “I think you fucked all the bones out of my body. I’m Jell-o from head to toe.”
I chuckle, the tightness in my chest easing. “I’m not sure I’ve ever gottenthatas a review of my performance before, but I’m hoping it’s a good thing.”
“Oh, it is. Very, very good.” She stretches lazily, which does amazing things to her body that make my half-deflated cock perk up. Then she arches an eyebrow at me, fixing me with a teasing look that I know well. “That has to count for way more than just lesson number four. I’m pretty sure we got all the way to lesson five.”
I grin, pulling her toward me suddenly and making her yelp. I roll her onto her back, going up onto one elbow to look down at her as she giggles.
“No way,” I tell her, keeping my expression serious. “That wasn’t lesson number five.Thisis.”
I slide my hand between her legs as I kiss her again, relishing the way she moans softly.
It might take me a few more minutes to be ready again, but there’s no fucking way I’m done with her yet.
Chapter28
Callie
“Oh my god, right there, so close!” My heart races, and I wipe away the fine sheen of sweat breaking out on my forehead. “Please,” I gasp. “Oh god, oh god, yes!”
I jump out of my seat just as Reese scores a goal, raising the score so that it’s two to one, with the Aces leading. I can barely hear myself screaming over the roaring home crowd, and just as the Aces’ goal song starts playing, Reese looks over at me and points his gloved hand my way.
My heart leaps somewhere between my chest and my mouth, and I clap my hands and continue to scream wildly, despite my body telling me that all this jumping and clapping is only going to make me even more sore come tomorrow morning.
The past few days, ever since Reese and I first slept together, have been pretty much filled with nonstop sex. I feel ridiculous for not knowing it could be this good, for ever thinking that sex with Austin was the pinnacle of physical intimacy.
Reese proved me wrong that first night. And every night since.
What can I say? I really am a diligent student.
He said he wanted to fuck me so well that no one else could live up to it, and I’m pretty sure no one ever will.
And now that I know how incredible it can be, it’s like Reese has created a monster. I can’t wait for more. I’m already looking forward to whatever later tonight might hold, especially if he’s riding the high of a win.
Play resumes, and as I sit back down, I glance over to my right. A few rows away, Sienna is watching me, although she smiles and looks away quickly when our eyes meet.
I try to ignore it, as well as the strange feeling of possessiveness that rises up in me.