Page 12 of What If We Break?
Brooke pulled away from our hug, eyebrows drawing into yet another frown as she looked up at me. “Tired of you?”
“No. Sex with me.”
Slowly, her lips pulled up into a smile. “You know, it’s adorable when you’re worried about things that you should know would never be true.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means, why would I get bored? Why are you worried about me getting bored of something thatnobodywould ever be able to do better for me? We’ve had so many years to learn what we like and what we don’t. Just because something isn’t as adventurous as it was in the beginning doesn’t mean it’sbad or boring,” she said. “Think about all these couples out there that have been together for decades. They’re doing just fine with having thatoneperson for the rest of their lives.”
Brooke reached for my face, enveloping it with her hands. “Do you remember our first time together?”
“I try not to,” I admitted, earning myself a chuckle in return. Oh, how I missed hearing her laugh.
“Exactly,” she laughed. “It was awful and?—”
“Hey,” I interrupted, pretending to be offended. “I tried, okay?” Though thinking back to it, I wasn’t sure what I was trying. Nothing good, that was for sure.
Brooke hit her forehead against my collarbone, shoulders shaking in a silent giggle. “I’m just saying that we went from truly awful and mortifying to something magical, Reece. That’s not boring.” She pulled away from me again, narrowing her eyes as a slight smirk pulled on the corners of her lips. “But if you do want something exciting… this room should be free for at least another twenty minutes.”
“Oh.”
5
BROOKLYN
Reece lifted me up and sat me down on the piano, not giving me a chance to breathe before his lips slammed down on mine. My arms swung around his neck as I deepened the kiss, only for a whimper to leave me when he slipped his tongue into my mouth.
He was such a good kisser. My knees would’ve given in hadn’t I already been seated. His fingers dipped into my hips like they always did before one trailed over my body and snuck between my thighs. He grunted into my mouth when I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth.
“Anyone could walk in,” he reminded me when his fingers traced along the seams of my bodysuit underneath my skirt, toying with the buttons before ripping them apart to bare me to him.
“I don’t care.”
“Don’t you usually wear underwear underneath those things?” he asked as his fingers slipped through my wet lips.
I nodded, kind of anyway. “There’s no underwear in ballet, especially if we’re wearing leotards,” I said. Since I wasn’t wearing a leotard, I added, “Besides, I was busy crying this morning.”
Reece planted another hungry kiss on my lips, removing his hand from me. “Me too, yet I’m wearing underwear.”
“Reece,” I groaned with frustration. “Don’t play with me.”
He smirked as he sat down in front of the piano, spreading my legs. “But I like playing with you.”
A surge of excitement rippled through my body, causing my skin to prickle with goosebumps.
I leaned back and rested my weight on the sleek, black piano as he settled between my legs. Our eyes met as Reece waited for my final approval. When I nodded softly, his thumb began to trace slow, tantalizing circles over my exposed clit.
“Reece,” I whimpered, trying to close my legs, but he instantly pushed them open again.
Every inch of my skin was on fire, craving more of his touch.
“You’ve got to keep them spread,mi princesa.” His lips lay on the inside of my thigh, trailing kisses farther up my body. His teeth grazed my skin, nibbling gently. “Unless you don’t want my mouth on you after all.”
I loved his mouth on me.
“Please,” I begged, but before he could make another snarky comment, I reached a hand into his hair and pushed his head slightly forward, letting him know exactly how much I wanted his mouth on me.
Reece let out a low chuckle as he dragged his fingers through my slick slit. The warmth of his touch spread through me like wildfire, igniting every nerve ending in my body.
