Page 38 of Breakaway
"I realized that a little too late," I tell her, swallowing hard as my pants fall and I use my feet to get them off so I don't have to take my eyes off of her. The tiny pieces of lace are doing so much work to keep her concealed, and I can't help but watch in anticipation for the weight of her breasts to win out against the hold of the bra.
"Shirt off," she tells me, and I work quickly to comply.
She's right in front of me, still on her hands and knees as she reaches the edge of the bed. My shadows all rush to her, pooling underneath her, reaching up for her like the little leeches they are.
Reese barely pays them any attention. Instead, her hands go to my abs as she sits back on her knees. One of my shadows is close to tugging at her bra, and as she pulls away, they all cry out in disappointment. Not that I'm disappointed in the least. Reese is trailing her nails over the rivets of my abs and up over my pecs, and I'm breaking out in shivers at how good it feels.
"Do you care?" Reese asks, and it takes me too long to realize her fingers are playing against the hem of my underwear.
I shake my head, hoping she knows I'm fine with her doing whatever she wants with me. She seems to understand because her fingers slip under the fabric, and she slides them down my thighs until they're low enough that they fall to the floor. I step out of them, working more on autopilot than anything else.
Reese is staring at me like she wants to devour me, and not a single one of my shadows or any of my own thoughts knows what to do in this situation. Sure, we've thought about being naked and touched by Reese. Fantasizing in her shower and actually doing it are completely different things. I don't know what kind of lover I'll be, but I certainly don't want to be the skittish and wide-eyed man I'm being now.
"Can I?" Reese asks, her fingers trailing lightly over the coarse hair I've kept trimmed ever since Kolos mentioned it in an attempt to embarrass me.
"Do whatever you want to me," I tell her, my shadows as stiff and still as I am as we wait for Reese to decide. She pulls her hand back, and I worry that I've somehow managed to say the wrong thing in the two minutes since this has started.
"Come lie on the bed," Reese says, shuffling backward on her knees to give me space.
My brows pull together again, and my lips press into one another. I do as she says, though. It isn't until I'm lying on my back that she crawls back over to me. My shadows are all still pooled underneath her because they want to touch her. I think she's going to offer to touch me again, but instead she tosses a leg over my hips and settles her lace-covered self right on top of my shaft, and I nearly come apart.
"Good gods," I say, gripping her hips and keeping her right where she is so she doesn't move and make me spill.
My shadows, seeing how I'm touching Reese, decide they are now allowed to touch her as well. Gone is my view of her chest, groin, and thighs.
Reese lets out the sweetest-sounding giggle, and my cock kicks at the sound, pressing hard against the lace covering her. How was I to know this would be so torturous? An amazingly wonderful torture, but torture nonetheless.
"Tell them to stop if they're being weird," I manage to get out between gritted teeth. "I have no control over them right now."
"They're being perfect gentlemen," Reese says.
She lifts her hands and cups her breasts in a way that I'm sure is plumping them up nicely. Not that I can see it, but I can hear the little terrors that are squeezed between them telling the others that they're being smothered and they're in bliss.
"I'm sure," I mutter, not wanting to tell Reese how they're all now trying to figure out how to get her to smother them all.
One day I'll tell her. Right now? Right now, I'm going to be lucky if I don't make a fool of myself. I don't care if my shadows do. It's every man for himself.
"Shoo," Reese says, waving her hands against her chest and earning not a single grumble of discontent from my shadows as they all pull away, converging on her abdomen and back to seewhat she's planning for us. "As much as I'm enjoying how much they appreciate my body, it's you I asked for an opinion from."
I let out the weakest-sounding groan. I'm mortified that the sound slips from my lips. There's no stopping it when Reese reaches behind her back and unclasps the bra that's barely concealing what little of her breasts I haven't seen yet. My fingers are like a vise on her hips, and I don't dare move them even if I'm all but drooling over her body as she reveals more and more to me.
"Zill?" Reese says my name like a question, and I have to blink a few times before I can tear my gaze away from her chest to look up at her face. She's smiling. That's good. It'd be very unfortunate if I were managing to offend her right now. "Will you touch me?"
I close my eyes, and I'm sure a look of pain crosses my face. My shadows are yelling at me to do as she asks, telling me I'm wasting my opportunity and that they're going to do it if I don't. But then I feel the warmth of Reese's chest against mine, her fingers sliding through my hair.
"Is this too much?" she asks.
I let out the smallest huff of amusement because this goddess of a woman is asking me if it's too much, as if I wouldn't cut off my arm to have gotten this far with her.
"We can stop if you want. I just thought it might be fun."
I open my eyes, and the glow of my eyes casts a blue tint on her skin from how close she is to me. "I'm trying not to disappoint you with how quickly this first time ends."
Reese bites down on her lower lip, trying to keep herself from laughing. "I won't be disappointed. I just want to be with you."
Her lips find mine, the kiss light at first until I soften for her, opening my mouth and letting her in. She grabs my hand off of her hip and lowers it, cupping my fingers until I get the gist and squeeze a handful of her ass, my fingers tugging on thelace between her cheeks. She moans into my mouth, and I lose a bit of my control. My other hand doesn't need her prompting before finding the swell of her breast, and it's my turn to groan at the feel of her, at the excess of her. I'm in agreement with my shadows and would give anything to be smothered between them. They all cheer at us finally coming to an agreement before they scatter over Reese's body and try to find what makes her squeak and squeal and moan and roll her hips into me.
"Give me a second," Reese says when she pulls away from me.
