Page 44 of The List of Things

“The move I make next isn’t going to be romantic or cheesy if you don’t stop,” He speaks out, louder than I had expected.

I don’t stop, my hips grinding against him now, and he sighs. He threads his hands through my hair, and tilts my head to him, and away from the screen.

“There’s a movie, don’t be rude Bel-”

He’s kissing me now, his hand threaded into my hair, and keeping me right where he wants me. I kiss him back, leaning up and into him, my body now angled on top of his. I press my hand on his hard chest, trying my best to stabilize myself. The more he leans into me, and the harder I press into him the more I realize there’s no way to stabilize myself when it comes to Bellamy Archer. The attraction is far more than I ever had imagined at first.

I know how it makes me sound. I know how it makes me feel although it shouldn’t. But kissing never brings anything more than a small burn in my chest, a bit of curiosity. It’s never what makes me want more, and even further than that, I never want more, because most men know nothing about what they’re doing when it comes to women.

But this, the skillful way he moves his lips against mine, and the way he holds me against his carved body doesn’t send a small burn, it ignites my entire body. It burns me up and turns me into ashes right on top of him. I’m no longer human when I kiss him, honestly, I’m not sure what he makes me feel like, but I know it’s good, and god it’s dangerous because I would probably give anything to feel his hands on my skin.

“Ryn...” He pulls away from me, but I kiss him again, not letting him get a word in, no comments, no concerns.

I don’t want to hear them, all I want is his body against mine.Fuck the movie.

“No time for common sense right now,” My lips brush against his as I speak.

“But-”

I kiss him, locking my lips with his, creating friction as I roll my body onto his. I feel a groan rumble from his chest and into my mouth. I know my judgment is a bit clouded by his quarterback hands and incredibly sexy body, but I don’t care. He uses his strength to pull me back from him.

“Bell...” I whine as I look at him, my chest against his as I lay next to him.

“Don’t Bell me. This isn’t... I just don’t want you to regret anything. Or to think I’m using you because I don’t need-”

“I know you don’t. You’ve made that very clear, and I don’t need it either but to be honest, I really fucking want it,” I tell him.

“What exactly do you want?” His voice is incredibly suggestive, and curious.

I look into his eyes the best I can. The only light is coming from the screen behind my head, but neither of us seems to be paying attention to it. He’s amused, he’s slightly smiling at me, his eyes caught on mine.

“Come on Ryn, I wanna hear it from you.”

“First of all, I want you to keep kissing me. And I want you to make more of a move than that.”

He reaches forward, pulling me down to him slowly. He guides my lips back to his, and as soon as I’m pressed to him again, I can feel his smile. He’s slow in the way he kisses me, agonizing, but delicate.

Every movement is meant to happen just the way it does. He’s captivating me again with just one thing and I’m still shocked as to how. I’m holding myself up over him now, my arms somehow ending up on each side of his body. He reaches around my waist and pulls me down by my lower back, crushing my chest to his so we’re closer. I gasp at the feeling of his muscular body so tight against mine, and before I can feel it all, the two of us are moving.

I open my eyes and feel the rush of wind around the two of us. He’s only got one strong arm around my back, but he’s managed to hold me to him and switch spots with me. He’s over me now, and his hand is slipping out from under me. He looks at me first, like he’s trying to read me, but before he finishes he’s blurring my vision, and kissing me all over again. His lips are stronger, and more controlled than before.

“What do you want?” He asks against my lips, his breath heavy as he asks, and kisses me harder.

“I want you to touch me,” I tell him, and kiss him this time.

I feel his hand against my cheek, grasping me that way. He’s doing it on purpose. He’s pushing me.

“Like that?” He asks, and I can hear the amusement in his tone.

He doesn’t kiss me again, so I open my eyes and look at him. I see an incredibly sexy, but infuriatingly annoying smirk on his face. His dimple is carved deep into his cheek, and I feel like half of me wants to kiss him, and the other half wants to punch him.

“No. Not like that.”

“Then tell me what you want from me,” He nods his chin up, his smirk only growing.

I take his hand from my face and watch his expression change as I slowly move his massive hand down my body until it’s resting over the button of my shorts. His hand curls around the waistband of my shorts, and I feel his fingers brush my skin as he does.

“Touch me,” I tell him and watch the amusement change on his face instantly. I can tell it’s partially nerves, and another part is lust, the lightness of his eyes darkening as he looks at me. “Go ahead.”

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