Page 15 of Breakaway

“What?” she gasped.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” She blinked at him. “Of course I’m okay. Why are you stopping?”

Instead of answering, he just kissed her again, starving for more of the taste and feel of her in his mouth. Their tongues played, her hands wandered up and down his back, then slipped under his suit jacket. Through the thin cotton of his shirt he felt her warmth and he wanted nothing between her touch and his skin.

He sat up again and tore his suit jacket off. Goddamn suits and ties, he’d never understand why they had to wear these things on game days, but apparently they had to look professional. He fumbled at his throat with the knot of the tie, like a noose around his neck, and when he’d loosened it, he popped open the first two buttons of his shirt. Ah. So much better.

He took a deep breath and leaned back down to Remi, kissing her again. Now her little hands tugged at his shirt and found their way beneath it to his skin. He groaned at the pleasure of it.

His dick was so hard it hurt. He wanted to press himself into her softness, but held himself back, again conscious of her size and his size and the difference in their size. They kissed on and on, hands roving, bodies writhing, skin heating.

Damn, had to feel more of her, and he rose up to slide the tiny straps of her top down her arms, dying to see the curves of her breasts. She helped him by hitching her shoulders and then he peeled the sparkly top down to her waist revealing the—thank you, Jesus—black lace strapless bra. He blinked at it, at thedelicate curves between the lacy cups, and his mouth watered. “So pretty,” he murmured. “I love black lace.”

“That’s good.”

He tipped his head. “Do your panties match?”

She huffed out a soft laugh. “Find out for yourself.”

“Mmm. Okay.”

And the top and the skirt came off too, both down over her hips and legs, leaving her lying on the couch in her lingerie and yes, her panties were black lace too, a tiny triangle held on by a slender black ribbon over each hip. Her skin was incredible—creamy smooth everywhere, her body dainty and perfect.

He had to just stop and stare, breathing hard.

“Jase?” She put a hand out to him and he lifted his gaze to her face. Uncertainty shadowed her eyes, her mouth soft and pouty.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he muttered. “I have to look at you.”

Her eyes widened, then drifted closed and the corners of her mouth tipped up. “Thank you. I’m not…”

He lightly rested his fingers on her mouth. “Don’t even say it.” He didn’t know how, but he knew what she was about to say and he didn’t want to hear any comparisons between her and anyone else, because there was no comparison. Jase himself was a little taken aback at how stunningly beautiful he found her. His heart stuttered in his chest. Jesus.

He swallowed, then explored her curves with his hands, taking them on a joyful tour of smooth thighs, the dip of her waist, the swell of her breasts. He longed to see her nipples, to taste them too, but he wanted to keep the black lace on as long as possible.

He bent his head and pressed a kiss to the softness of her stomach and it quivered beneath his mouth. His tongue gave a gentle lap, his lips a tiny suck and he breathed in the fresh flowery scent of her skin before he lifted his head. She groaned and slid her hands into his hair.

He pressed a trail of kisses down over her lower belly, noting the tiny fine golden hairs just above the black lace, wanting to seewhat was beneath it, digging deep for patience. He pressed his mouth over the black lace and inhaled again, her scent now warmer and layered with feminine arousal. It made him so goddamn hard he growled. Her hips lifted beneath him and when he raised his head and looked down at his big hands holding her small hips, he shook. It was like holding a doll, tiny and perfect, but terrifying.

“Uh…” He reared back again.

“What? Now what?”

He shook his head, his brains fuddled a bit. Maybe they shouldn’t be doing this.

He shoved a hand into his hair and sat up straight. Remi struggled up onto her elbows, a frown pinching her brows together. “What’s wrong?”

His gut clenched, his dick throbbed, his balls pulsed. Hell.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

She gazed at him. “We agreed. We’re just having fun. No strings attached. Right?”

“I don’t mean like that. I mean…physically. You’re so little.”

His heart thudded and he heard it in his ears as he waited. And waited.

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