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I set a steady pace, rocking my hips. Her nails bite at the skin of my back, and it fuels me. I want her mark on me. I know that I’ll look at them in the mirror every day until they fade andremember this moment. If I could live here, in this room, inside her for the rest of my days, I’d be a happy man.
She feels like so much more than a stranger to me. It’s as if we’ve known each other forever, and I already know I want to see her again. How can I walk away from this connection we have? It’s intense and explosive and like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Is this how Landon, Knox, and Landry felt when they fell? I’m not saying I’m in love with her, but fuck me, I’m in something with this incredible woman lying beneath me.
Bellamy brings her legs up, locking them around my waist and pulling me nearer. My cock twitches inside her, knowing she needs me closer. Dropping down to my elbows, still trying to keep the majority of my weight off her petite frame, I take her lips with mine. My hips still as I get lost in our kiss, as I get lost in her.
“My dream girl,” I whisper against her lips, before breaking out of the kiss and thrusting my hips. I’m close. I can feel the burning starting at the base of my spine. It’s as if I’m resting at the edge of a cliff, just waiting to jump and soar through the sky.
“Reid!” Bellamy calls out my name as her pussy locks around my cock with a crushing pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Bell!” I call out as I lose the battle against my control. My lips find hers, and I kiss her, trying to show her that this is more than just a hot night of sex. It has to be, right? Nothing that feels this good, this right, should ever be a onetime thing.
Chapter Four
Bellamy
Reid’s forehead rests against mine as we try to catch our breath. When I sat down next to him at the bar, I never would have guessed that this night would end with the best sex of my life. Is it because being with him is forbidden? Okay, maybe not forbidden, but as my first one-night stand, I feel like I’m breaking the rules I’ve set for myself.
However, I don’t regret it. Not a moment spent with him will ever be a regret, but a memory I’m sure I’ll look back on often. To be honest, he might have ruined me for all men in my future. Just my luck, my first one-night stand would set the bar for great sex.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He eases back and climbs off the bed, offering me his hand. I take it, allowing him to help me to my feet.
“Reid!” I yelp when he bends and tosses me over his shoulder and carries me to the bathroom. I wince when he places my naked ass on the cold bathroom counter. “Cold,” I mutter.
Reid steps close, and I open my legs for him. His lips connect with mine. His kiss is potent, making me dizzy with need. All too soon, he steps back, breaking our connection. My eyes are fixed on his every move as he disposes of the condom, before reaching in and turning on the shower.
I keep my eyes fixed on his toned ass cheeks, which he catches me doing when he spins around. “Like what you see?” he teases.
“Meh.” I shrug when we both know you could bounce a quarter off his ass. The heat of my blush gives me away for sure.
“Riiight.” He chuckles, drawing out the word with a smirk on his lips, as he grips my hips, lifts me from the counter, and places me on my feet. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, smacking me lightly on the ass.
“Hey.” I turn to look at him over my shoulder.
He grins. “You got to stare at mine, so I get to spank yours.”
I open my mouth to give him a sarcastic reply, but nothing comes. We both know it’s because I like his hands on me. Doesn’t matter if he’s smacking my ass or letting those large, calloused hands of his explore every inch of my skin. In just a matter of hours, I’ve come to crave his touch, and that’s not good.
This is why I’ve never had a one-night stand. I can’t keep feelings and sex in two separate boxes. They’re the same to me, and Reid’s not helping. He’s sweet and patient, and damn him for making me want him. He’s already rocked my world more than once tonight. I should be satisfied and ready to walk away, right? Isn’t that how this is supposed to work?
Shaking out of my thoughts, I step under the hot spray. Reid does, as well, closing the shower door behind him. He turns us so that the water is beating down on his back. His arms hold tightly around my waist as he pushes my hair to one shoulder and kisses my neck.
“How are you feeling, dream girl?” he asks softly.
“Come on now, you’ve already had me. You don’t need to keep showering me with sweet words. I was a sure thing,” I tease. My words betray my body’s reaction to him referring to me as his dream girl. He’s still looking for her. He can’t expect me to believe that suddenly, I’m that girl for him. I can’t let his monster cock or his wicked tongue pull me into a false sense of security.
Gently, he turns me to face him. One hand wraps around my waist, settling at the base of my spine and holding me close to him. The other cradles my cheek, and he tilts my head so that we’re eye to eye. “I’m not that guy, Bellamy. I won’t lie to you and give you pretty words to manipulate you. That’s not what this is. With each minute that passes, the more I learn about you, the harder I fall.”
“You’re not supposed to fall,” I whisper.
He leans down, his lips a breath from mine. “You can’t stop me.” Dropping his hand from my cheek, he grabs one of my hands and places it over his heart. His blue eyes hold me captive. A tremor of emotion that I refuse to name shakes my chest. I want to close my eyes, to break the intensity of his stare, but his gaze ignites something in me I can’t name—something Irefuseto name.
Finally, he breaks the spell, drops my hand, and reaches for the shampoo. I stand still, letting him lather my hair. I’ve never had a man wash my hair for me. I know I should tell him to stop, that I can handle this on my own, because I can, but I also know that when the sun rises in a few short hours, our time together will be over. So, instead, I stand still and allow him to take care of me, while trying to ignore the fact that he’s the first man ever to want to do so.
“Switch with me.”
Doing as he says, we swap places. My back is to the spray, so I dip my head, letting it rinse out the shampoo. My eyes are closed, so I don’t see him coming, but I feel him suck a nipple into his mouth. He does this thing with his tongue and his teeth. A nip, and then a soothing caress; it has my knees going weak and my pussy throbbing for more of him.
