Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Reid
Blood rushes in my ears, loud as thunder, drowning out everything except the heat of her gaze. The room is suddenly hot, too hot. Everything is still—the beauty before me and the breath in my lungs.
This wasn’t how I saw our night ending. I was just being a nice guy, enjoying the company of this gorgeous woman, but with each hour that passed, the thought of leaving her stretched my control like a rubber band, ready to snap.
Bellamy sucks in a heavy breath, her chest rising rapidly with the action, and a slow, sexy smile tugs at her lips. “If I’m getting naked, so are you.” She raises her brow, as if she’s daring me to challenge her.
That’s not going to happen. The woman before me is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
It’s more than that. She’s fun, open, and honest, and that’s something I don’t see much of with the women who try to capture my attention.
My gut tells me it’s not because she doesn’t know who I am, but that’s who she is. Good to her core.
My hands are steady as I start to loosen the buttons of my shirt. Part of me wants just to rip them off and say fuck it, but the way Bellamy’s eyes heat as each button releases has me digging deep for my patience and undoing one button at a time.
With each button that is freed, I step toward her. By the time we’re standing just a few inches apart, my shirt is hanging open, my chest and tattoos on full display. Bellamy and those sparkling brown eyes of hers devour every inch, making my skin burn from her gaze.
Tentatively, she reaches out and presses her palm against my abs.
Her breath shudders as she leans in close.
My hands move to rest lightly at her hips, holding her steady.
In a way, I’m using her as a crutch to keep me steady, as well.
For the first time in my life, the nearness of a beautiful woman has my knees weak.
“You must spend hours every day in the gym,” she says, letting her fingers explore.
My cock aches as it presses against the zipper of these damn dress pants. “Something like that,” I admit. I’m not ready to tell her what I do for a living. In this moment, I’m just Reid. I’m not my job or my bank account, and it’s a heady feeling.
My grip on her hips tightens. “You’re wearing too many clothes. This coral color looks beautiful on you, but I’m certain it will look better on the floor.” I wink.
“It’s not my fault your washboard abs and all these sexy tattoos distracted me,” she says, tracing her index finger over a tattoo on my chest.
It takes Herculean effort to step back, out of her reach.
I make quick work of discarding my shirt, tossing it to the chair in the corner.
I don’t stop there. I work at my belt and unfasten my pants, letting them fall.
I kick them out of the way, and finally, my fingers slip beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs, and I slide them over my hips, down my thighs, and they, too, get kicked, to be found later.
Holding my hands out at my sides, I present myself to her.
“You can trace them all if you want, but not until you’re naked,” I tell her, as her eyes run over my ink, taking her time as if she’s cataloging each piece. It’s as if she’s staring into my soul.
“Bellamy.” Her eyes snap to mine. “I need to see you.” My voice is husky and filled with need for this woman.
The beauty before me tilts her head to the side. “I didn’t expect you. I didn’t expect this,” she says, gesturing between the two of us.
“Say the word, and I leave. No pressure.”
“What? No.” She shakes her head. “I don’t want you to leave. I just—I’ve never done this before. I’ve never slept with a man I’ve just met.”
“You’re in control,” I tell her. “We do as little or as much as you want. If you want to lie naked on the bed and watch TV, I’m your guy.
” I wink at her again, which causes laughter to bubble up in her chest. I love the sound.
I don’t think I’ve ever thought those words before.
I know I haven’t. That’s the effect this woman has on me. I enjoy every single piece of her.
“What about this?” she asks, her small, soft hand gripping my cock.
“Yours if you want it,” I tell her, my voice gritty with my desire for her.
She holds my gaze as she gently strokes me, driving me insane with lust and need, all for her. “I want it.” She rises onto her toes, placing her lips a breath away from mine. “I want you,” she says, before pecking my lips with a kiss.
It’s not enough.
I don’t know that any amount of time with this incredible woman will ever be enough.
I don’t know where she’s from or where she’s going from here. I don’t know where she works or her last name, but I know that if I don’t get inside her, my life might be over. She’s more than I ever could have hoped for—more than I expected when she sat down next to me.
My hand slides behind her neck, angling her mouth just right, as I lean in close, holding her gaze. “My dream girl,” I whisper as my lips crash with hers. Her body molds with mine as I devour her mouth. She meets me stroke for stroke, and I can’t help but think she’s my perfect match.
I kiss her until we both need to come up for air. When I pull back, her lips are red and swollen, and her eyes are glazed over with lust. “Tell me what’s next?” My words deliver as a demand, harsher than I intended, but my tone doesn’t seem to faze her.
I work to pull air back into my lungs and keep my hands to my sides. I need her to tell me what she wants. Her answer is a silent one in the form of her pulling her dress over her head and dropping it to the floor.
My eyes are glued to her as I watch her reach behind her back and unclasp her bra. There’s no seduction tactic. She simply slides the straps over her shoulders and lets her bra fall from her fingers. The entire time, her eyes never leave mine.
I want to take in every inch of her, but I can’t seem to tear my gaze from those big brown eyes with diamonds in the center. I’m mesmerized by this beautiful woman before me. She leans forward, breaking our eye contact, and that’s when I allow myself to take her in.
She slides her barely there panties over her thighs before stepping out of them. When she stands back to her full height, I take my time. I start at the tips of her toes. They’re painted a pale pink to match her short, manicured nails.
My gaze travels up her toned, tanned legs, over her thighs, and to her bare pussy. My cock weeps to feel her warmth, and my fingers ache to trace her folds, to see how wet she is for me. I can see from here that she is.
Stepping forward, because I need to be closer, I reach out and trace my index finger over her belly.
She quivers at my touch. I swallow hard as I continue my journey.
When I reach her full, round breasts, I test their weight in the palm of my hand, tracing one nipple, and the next with the pad of my thumb.
“Reid.” She moans my name. Her eyes flutter closed as she tilts her head back, enjoying my touch.
I want to demand she open her eyes and see that it’s me who’s making her feel this way, but I’m a selfish bastard and want this time to study her.
Her long, slender neck is begging for my mouth.
Those full, kissable lips are swollen from my kisses.
It’s not until I reach her eyes that I step forward again, my naked body aligning with hers.
“Open for me.” Her eyes pop open, and every ounce of desire I feel for this woman is staring back at me. It’s not enough. I need her words. I know they say actions speak louder, but I need her permission to consume her. “Tell me.”
“I want you. I need you. I want to experience this night with you, and everything you have to offer.”
“Everything?”
She nods. “I don’t know you, but I feel like I do. You’re a stranger to me, but my gut tells me that I can trust you.”
“What else is your gut telling you, sweet Bellamy?” I ask, leaning forward to trail kisses down her neck.
“Th-That tonight will be one I’ll never forget. A moment in time that I’ll cherish forever.”
Fuck me. Her words affect me more than they should. I shouldn’t want her this badly. My lips trail back up her neck, across her cheek, and to her lips. She nips at my bottom lip before stroking her tongue against mine.
Bending, I place my hands on the backs of her thighs and lift her.
On instinct, she wraps her legs around my waist, never breaking our kiss.
My cock is right where it needs to be. It wouldn’t take much for me to align myself at her entrance and push inside, but that’s not how this night is going to go.
If this is all I get with her, then I’m going to make it count. Instead of pushing her back up against the wall and losing myself inside her, I carry her to the bed and lay her down gently. She shuffles to settle her head on the pillow.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, my voice raspy. I grip my cock, willing myself to savor this night with her. The woman before me is pure perfection, and rushing my time with her would be a dishonor to her beauty.
“You need some help with that?” She nods to where I’m gripping my cock.
“Yes, but not yet,” I tell her, as I climb onto the bed after her. She spreads her legs, and my mouth waters at the sight of her. Moving to my belly, I settle between her thighs. Placing my hands beneath her ass, I cup her cheeks and lift her to my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, as I trace her clit softly with my tongue. I take my time, teasing her, tasting her, loving that it’s making her squirm. I feel her body move, and I look up to find her resting her weight on her elbows as she watches me.
“What’s up, dream girl?” I ask. The smile she graces me with is bright and beautiful, just like her.
“From one-night stand to dream girl, huh?” she teases.
I nod, then blow a soft puff of air against her pussy, and she moans. “If the shoe fits,” I say, loving her reaction to me.