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His hands trail over my quivering belly to my pussy. “I hate that you didn’t come before me,” he whispers, his deep voice causing desire to race down my spine. “Let’s fix that, shall we?” he says, before plunging two fingers deep inside me. He’s relentless in his pursuit of my orgasm, which has me calling out his name as my release washes over me.
His strong arms band around me as he buries his face in my neck. I don’t know how long we sit here, letting the warm water wash over us. I want to stay here forever, but I know that’s not reality.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” he says, tapping my thigh. I stand, and so does he. He takes his time lathering my body with his hands. I take my turn to return the favor. Our hands and mouths areeverywhere. I can’t seem to get enough of him, and that scares me. I don’t trust easily, but this man is someone who’s wiggled his way past all my defenses, and in their place is a yearning for something I wasn’t sure I’d ever have.
I push it down deep as he turns off the water, and we step out of the shower. Reid wraps a towel around me. He takes another and starts patting at my hair, while he stands there dripping water all over the bathroom floor.
“You’re a fall hazard.” I nod to the puddle he’s standing in.
“Gotta take care of my girl first,” he says, making my heart squeeze in my chest.
“I’ve got this. Handle that.” I smile up at him, and he does as I ask, relinquishing the second towel he used on my hair and grabbing another for himself. Quickly, I brush out my hair and tie it up in a wet knot. I hate going to bed with damp hair, but I’m exhausted. I toss my toiletries back into my bag on the counter and step out of the bathroom with Reid on my heels as he flips off the light.
“Bed,” he says softly, and I nod, climbing under the covers. Reid turns off the bedside lamp, casting the room in darkness, and slides beneath the covers next to me. “Sweet dreams, Bellamy.”
“Sweet dreams,” I whisper.
Closing my eyes, I will sleep to claim me, but it never comes. Instead, I watch as shadows stretch across the wall as I lie here, watching the minutes tick past on the bedside clock. Hours pass, and still sleep never arrives. Reid, on the other hand, is out cold. His breathing is deep and even, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to fall asleep next to him every night.
No. I can’t think that way. Another glance at the clock tells me it’s a few minutes past six. My flight leaves at ten, so I don’t need to go yet, but then again, I do. I need to slip away, leavingReid, the incredible memories, and the orgasms he gave me in this hotel suite.
As gently as I can, I slip out of his arms and wait to see if he wakes up. He doesn’t, and I heave a sigh of relief. Tiptoeing around the room, I get dressed and pack my bag as quietly as I can. I’m pretty sure I have everything, but if not, oh well, it can be replaced. I need to leave now. I’m scared to death that if he wakes up, I’ll look into those blue eyes of his, the ones that seem to see into my soul, and I’ll never be able to walk away, which is crazy, because I barely know him.
Reid, whoever he is, is now also my first and only one-night stand. I won’t ever do this again; it would taint my memory of him. The last several hours and all the moments since I sat down next to him at the bar are forever his.
“Goodbye, silver tongue,” I whisper as I slip out the door, making sure to close it softly behind me. Rushing toward the elevator, I hit the button and wait, while continually glancing over my shoulder for him. The doors slide open, and I exhale, stepping inside.
My one night of passion. The night that ruined me for all other men has come to an end, and I’m walking away, knowing that the man sleeping soundly in my hotel suite has changed me.
At the checkout counter, I let them know to call up at ten to wake him, and I give them strict instructions not to give out my name. The guy behind the counter smirks and assures me that guest privacy is of utmost importance. With a mumbled “Thank you,” I roll my suitcase out front to wait for the shuttle to the airport.
Chapter Five
Reid
I don’t have to open my eyes to know she’s gone. The room no longer feels charged. Instead, it’s cold and empty. I wish I could lie here and bask in the time we shared, but I have a flight to catch, and I need to see for myself that I’m right.
Slowly, I peel my eyes open. The spot next to me, where I fell asleep with her in my arms, is cold. The sun is shining through the windows, and if I had to guess, my dream girl is long gone. A faint trace of her perfume lingers in the air—lavender and something I can’t name—but it’s already fading. I stare at the ceiling for a moment longer than necessary, hoping that maybe I’ll hear the soft pad of her feet returning from the bathroom. But the silence is loud.
She’s not here.
That doesn’t stop me from tossing off the covers, searching the bathroom, and even the small closet. It’s ridiculous, but what if she was planning to get a jump scare out of me or something? I know that I’m reaching, but fuck, I met the woman of mydreams, had the most incredible night of sex of my life, only to wake up alone.
I had plans. I wanted to get her number, find out where she was from, and make arrangements to see her again. Sure, the season is gearing up, but I could make it work. For her, I would make it work. However, she took that away from me by sneaking out of this room like a thief in the night. That’s when it hits me that this was her room. Surely, I can charm the front desk into giving me her details—at least her last name. I can start my search from there.
The phone rings, and my heart lurches. Could that be her? I scramble to answer. “Hello?”
“This is the front desk. We were asked to give you a wake-up call,” a soft, feminine voice says. Not Bellamy’s voice.
“Thanks,” I mutter, and hang up without saying goodbye. It’s rude, I know, but I can’t help it. I guess I should be glad she thought to have them give me a wake-up call. Otherwise, I could have been sleeping the day away, which isn't something I usually do, but last night was a long, intense one, and we both needed rest. I should be happy she was thinking of me when she snuck out undetected.
I need a shower and to go back to my room. Begrudgingly, I get dressed in my clothes from yesterday and take one last look around the room. I see something sticking out from the bottom of the bed. Moving, I reach under and grab it, seeing that it’s her panties. Fuck me. I can’t just leave them here, right? I mean, what if some perv comes along and wants to beat his meat with them? Nope, not happening. Decision made, I slide the white lace into my pocket as I make my way to the door. I hesitate, my hand on the knob, the weight of memories settling on my shoulders like a winter coat. Twisting the knob, I rush out of the room and to the elevator to take me to my room two floors up.
Twenty minutes later, with Bellamy’s thong tucked safely into my luggage, I roll up to the front desk. “Hey, man, I was hoping you could help me out.” I flash a grin, not that I think it will work on him, but I’m going to try regardless.
“Sure thing, Mr. Montgomery. What can we do for you?”
Here goes nothing. “There was this girl. Room 1302, I didn’t get a chance to get her number.”
