Chapter 4 #2
He nods. “Do it.” He drops his hand from my neck, and suddenly his hands are no longer on me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, needing to feel those rough hands of his against my skin.
“You have complete control over this.”
“Do you not want to?”
I don’t know what I expected, but it’s not a soft smile. “Do I want to give you something I’ve never given anyone else? Yeah, dream girl, I do.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve never been bare inside a woman.”
My mouth falls open. “Oh, we don’t have to,” I say, releasing my grip on his cock.
“Don’t you dare,” he says, moving my hand back between us. I take him in my palm and stroke him gently. “I’m all in if you are.”
His eyes bore into mine, and in that instant, something shifts—an understanding, silent but absolute. We both want this despite the risks. That’s all either of us needs as I slide down onto his cock.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chants. He fists his hands at his sides, and his eyes lock onto where we’re connected.
“Wow,” I breathe. “I didn’t know it would feel so different.”
His eyes snap open. “Looks like I got to give you another one of my firsts tonight, too.” He moves, sitting up straighter, both of his hands resting against my cheeks. “You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met before.”
“I hope that’s a good thing?” I say, rocking my hips, making us both moan at the friction.
“Of course, it is. That’s why you’re my dream girl,” he says as he leans in, and the world narrows to the space between us.
When his lips finally find mine, it’s not gentle—it’s raw, urgent, like we’ve both been holding back too long. His hands are in my hair, mine gripping the bare flesh of his toned shoulders like he’s the only thing keeping me upright.
The kiss deepens, heat surging between us, each movement charged with something that feels like hunger and something that feels like home. There’s no hesitation, no pause—just the crash of two people who need, and finally take.
“Bellamy,” he warns. “I’m close. I need to pull out.”
“Yeah,” I agree, because that’s the right thing to do. The responsible thing to do.
“Fuck!” He cries out as he lifts me off his cock, and his hot cum hits my belly. I stare down at us, at the mess we made, and I can honestly admit that this is the hottest, sexiest moment of my life.
I made him lose control.
“Turn,” he commands, and I do as he says. Scrambling off his lap to turn and face the spray. The water hits my belly, washing away his release. “Lean back,” he murmurs, and I do, sitting back on his lap and resting my head on his shoulder.
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 are everywhere.
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, leaving Reid, 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.