Page 9 of Kissing My Grumpy Ex Boyfriend

“I did,” she says, lifting her hip up to show me the dirt stain, and sure enough, it’s there.

The image of her hanging off a branch and landing on her ass makes me laugh harder. “Are you okay?

She smiles and shrugs. “It wasn’t the most pain-free or lady-like escape I’ve ever made, but I’ll survive.”

“Do you remember that time we first hooked up at your house?” I ask. “Your parents were away on some retreat, but they came home early.”

She chuckles. “If I remember correctly, you had to escape out my window and down the tree in nothing but your boxers and socks.”

“Yeah, you threw the rest of my clothes out the window, almost hitting me in the face with one of my shoes.”

We both laugh at the memory.

“I thought for sure my parents saw you,” she says. “If they did, they would’ve killed me.”

“I ran into one of your neighbors, Mr. Cooper. He was out walking his dog, Pepper, at the time.”

“What, no?” Her eyes widen in surprise. “I didn’t know that.”

“Oh yeah. He smirked at me and said he gave my landing a six and needed more work.”

It’s too dark to see, but I knew Bellamy, and her cheeks have to be cherry red at the thought that her neighbor knew what we were doing.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?”

I shrug. “You’re so private, and I didn’t want you to feel embarrassed.”

Bellamy looks out at the lake, and I allow myself this moment to watch her. She’s somehow even more beautiful than I remember her being. Even after how much she hurt me and with all the time that has passed. Just looking at her makes it hard to breathe.

Her gaze falls back on me. “You always did protect me.”

My throat seizes at her confession. I have nothing to say. The words hit straight to my heart, and a piece of it mends. The look in her eyes when they meet mine can only be read as sadness and longing, and that it mirrors my own.

I lean forward but then hesitate, waiting on her. She doesn’t make me wait at all. She leans forward and closes the distance between us with a kiss. The familiar feeling floods back to me all at once. It’s a feeling I’ve missed and agonized over for years.

CHAPTER5

Aiden

I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. This is heaven. This is what I’ve been missing since the night she ended things. It was like she took a part of me with her, and only now do I feel whole again. Bellamy is the other half of me, and I’ve been a shell of a person since I lost her.

“Belle?” I whisper against her lips and kiss a trail down her neck. “Ask me to stop.”

I won’t be able to end this, but I will for her if she asks me. If this is just her last hurrah to get me out of her system, I’m not sure I will get over her leaving me again. But I need her now. I need her more than anything in the world.

“Aiden, don’t stop,” she whimpers and crawls into my lap. “Please don’t stop. I’ve imagined this so many times.” She kisses me again.

My hands crawl under her shirt. The feeling of her soft skin against my rough hands makes me so hard. This moment is something I’ve fantasized about for so long. Is it possible she could’ve wanted this as much as I have?

Bellamy has always been the one and only woman for me. I’ve had others, but none held a candle to her. As much as I tried, it was clear to each of them that my whole heart wasn’t in it. My heart has and will always belong to Bellamy.

I deepen the kiss, wanting to show her that I’ve never stopped loving her. I’m not ready to say the words, but I can at least show her.

Her fingers rake into my hair and hold tight. I moan against her mouth as Bellamy presses her hips down into me. Every touch from her feels like she remembers everything we’ve shared between us.

I move my hands to the front of her body and cup her full breasts. She’s braless, and I growl. I swipe my thumbs back and forth over her pebbled peaks. This makes her whimper against my mouth, and I catch every sound.

She grinds down against me in response and pulls her pajama shirt over her head. The moon shines down on her silky skin, and I grow hungrier for her like a starved man. I lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth—licking, nipping, and sucking the sensitive peaks.

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