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“She is. And she does not look happy,” he replies. “And now she’s stomping her foot and turning to leave.”
I sigh in relief as he gives me the play-by-play, glad that something actually worked.
“Thank goodness. Was starting to worry nothing was going to get rid of her.” I go to pull away from him, but his grip tightens.
He does let me lean back to look at him, though.
“Why did you do this? Didn’t you strictly tell me not to make her jealous?” He’s smiling wickedly, and his eyes are hyper-focused on my lips.
“Because nothing else was working. Seeing you with another woman was a Hail Mary, and it looks like it got the point across.” Even though that reasoning is why I started this last ditch effort, the longer I remained pressed to him like this, the less it became the truth.
It’s messed up considering I just slept with Clay the night before and kissed Milo only a few before that, but Bellamy is easily one of the most irresistible men I’ve ever met. And the way he’s looking at me, touching me, and feeling for me right now is seriously fogging up my morals.
“If you don’t want me, I’ll let you go,” he tells me, his tone sincere. “But if even a small part of you does, then why not let us have this?”
The pure, hungry desire that was originally pulsating from him earlier, is now replaced with something much deeper. A vibrant longing for love. Not just in general, but for me. He wants me not as a conquest, but as a lover he cares for and desires on all levels.
“Should I let go?” he asks quietly, giving me the one out IknowI should take.
But to tell him yes would be a bitter lie upon my tongue. One I can’t bring myself to say.
“No,” my traitorous mouth says for me instead.
The word is barely out before his mouth is sealed to mine. His hands immediately slide into my hair, pulling my lips harder against his. His kiss is hungry and desperate, like he couldn’t stand holding out any longer and needed to kiss me like he needed to breathe.
He suddenly pulls away, looking over my shoulder. “It’s getting crowded. Let’s get out of here,” he says quickly, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward a door in the opposite direction.
I don’t ask questions or stop him from taking me down the hall and out through an exit door. For once, I just let myself go with the flow with him and hope the smart part of my brain doesn’t give me shit for it later.
We exit into the alley behind the building, but we only make it a few steps before Bellamy spins to face me and pushes me against the wall. He presses against me, his lips dragging along the column of my neck.
“Since the second I met you, I couldn’t get you out of my head. Now all I want to do is ravish every inch of your body,” he whispers against my skin, making me shiver. “Except… I don’t want to pressure you. I want you so fucking bad it hurts, but I need to know you want me first.”
His eyes find mine when he leans back, but between the desire and longing I’m feeling from him, is uncertainty. He’s uncertain if he can be loved by me.
It takes a moment for the shock of him appearing so vulnerable to set in. I’d never seen him like this and honestly, I’m not sure what the right words are. He’s giving me one last out.
But I just don’t want it.
So, I do the only thing that will convince him and wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard. I push all the pent-up desire I’ve had for him and more into that kiss, showing him just how badly I want him in return. His tongue wars with mine as our kiss becomes more frenzied. He groans, and I gasp when he bites my lower lip.
“Are you just as desperate for me, as I am for you?” he asks, when he releases my lip. He dips his hand low and drags his fingertips up the inner part of my thigh. I moan when I feel him slide them over my underwear between the apex of my thighs. With a slight yank from his fingertips, he pulls my underwear to the side and slides one finger inside me.
“Bellamy,” I whisper, holding him tightly, needing him closer.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans against my mouth. He pulls out, and slides two fingers back inside me, curling them, and I almost lose my balance at the sudden move. He begins pumping them in and out—slow at first—then he goes harder and faster, gaining louder and louder cries of pleasure from me. He covers my mouth with his other hand, letting me moan loudly, as he fucks me with his fingers in this empty alleyway.
I’m filled with so much need to have more of him inside me that I’m two seconds from asking him to fuck me right here against the wall, where anyone could find us.
“I need you so fucking bad, but this is the worst possible place to have my way with you,” he growls hungrily, shifting his hand from my mouth until he’s cupping the back of my neck.
“Car. Now,” is all I manage to whimper between gasps, as he keeps pumping his fingers, driving me mad.
“Yes ma’am,” he responds gruffly, pulling his fingers out slowly, teasing me with a light touch to my clit, and grabs my hand to pull me toward the parking lot.
My clit throbs with every step between the alley and his car parked across the street, and I’ve never been so damn turned on by the thought of getting caught.
When we reach his car, which thankfully has very dark tinted windows, he walks to the back passenger side and opens the door. He sits and slides over, giving me enough room to straddle his lap. When I’m good and comfortable, the door is shut, and his fingers go right back to their phenomenal torture. My hands slap against the roof of the car as he pushes them deeper inside with his arm wrapped around my waist to pull me down and anchor me, as I grind against him
