“Perfect,” I whisper, not lying.
For two whole hours, he rode around town and the outskirts, just him and me, enjoying our closeness and the sounds of his bike.
It was perfect and I hate that it’s ending.
“Let’s get you in the warmth,” and I swallow the protest on the tip of my tongue as he gently pulls my fingers apart and slowly helps me off his bike.
My legs shake, and his grip on my hand tightens as he climbs off after me. He quickly takes me by the hips while he leans against his bike, and we lock eyes.
He raises a brow and questions, “Good?”
I scrunch my nose at his smirk. He chuckles as he leans down and presses his lips against mine. I melt into him, my chest hitting his as I give him some of my weight.
I open for him before our tongues tangle.
Fireworks, shivers, tingles, you name it, rushes through me having his lips on me, and I know what I want – him, always him.
I pull back slightly, breaking the kiss that has left me breathless, and I place my forehead against his chin.
“I want to invite you up,” I whisper as I grip his cut, my heart pounding hard in my chest with nerves.
“But?” he prompts as he cups my cheek and gently nudges my head up, so we lock eyes and I lean into his touch.
I need to tell him, I don’t want to blindside him, but I also don’t want to scare him away…
“But,” I say with a deep breath, “I have never done this before.”
“What do you mean?” he asks as he furrows his brows, confusion etching his handsome features.
“I mean, Drake was my first and only boyfriend, and all I did was peck him a few times,” I admit quietly, and his mouth parts. I swallow hard and confess, “Ballet was my main focus.”
His eyes race between mine, and I swear, before he slams his lips against mine, I see possessiveness. Instead of scolding him for being an alpha hole, I melt into him as he wraps his arms around my waist.
I swear everything just disappears when we’re like this.
“Little bird, invite me upstairs,” he demands lowly against my lips, “but know this, once I have you, I won’t be returning to the motel.”
My eyes race between his, understanding shooting through me.
If I give him my virginity, he’ll be moving in with me.
I should be scared, yet contentment fills me instead as I slowly move out of his hold and, without breaking eye contact, I grab his hand and pull him toward my place.
My nerves tingle as we walk inside my apartment a few minutes later, but Bellamy, being Bellamy, doesn’t let them fester for long. As soon as the door is shut and locked behind us, he yanks me into his body, making me gasp, before he cups my cheek and we lock eyes.
Nothing but love shines in his dark brown orbs. I let instinct take over and push myself up on my tiptoes, pressing my lips against his.
He sighs against my mouth as his hands go to my butt, lifting me effortlessly. I gasp, giving him the opportunity to shove his tongue into my mouth, and as soon as it touches mine, my clit throbs. d I wrap my legs around his waist before I even feel us moving.
I don’t break the kiss, if anything, I deepen it. Even when I feel my mattress underneath me, I don’t stop kissing him.
Much to my dismay, a few minutes later, Bellamy breaks the kiss. I go to protest, but instead a moan erupts when he sucks on my neck and slowly kisses down my body as his hands go to my shirt.
He quickly lifts it off me and throws it across the room before his hands go to the straps of my leotard just as our eyes connect.
No words are said as he gently pulls the fabric down my body. It takes everything in me not to cover up as cold air hits my breasts. I’ve never being this vulnerable before.
Bellamy doesn’t break eye contact, he pulls the fabric, along with my leggings, off my body, leaving me in only skimpy panties. It’s only when he stands straight that he breaks eye contact, allowing them to wander down my body.
