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She alternates between different types of pressure as she continues massaging me. “No, we said nothing sexual.”
“Kissing isn’t sexual.”
That gets her attention. She raises her head and looks at me. “Really?”
I nod.
Bellamy stands between my legs before bending over and running a finger slowly down my chest. “You could kiss me without touching me?”
She takes my hands and places them on her ass. Greedy desire explodes inside me, my fingers flexing into her skin as I grab a handful of her ass.
Taking control, I roam my hands up her body, exploring her curves along the way before they come to rest on her tits. I can feel her hard nipples through the cups of her bra. I want to bite them again. Instead, I use my thumb and forefinger to pinch the hard tips harshly.
She moans, arching into my touch. “Doesn’t seem like you can resist touching me.” She says cockily.
“Fine. Then kiss me because you want to.”
My words land in the silence between us. I’ve never asked a girl to kiss me, never had to. They’ve always thrown themselves brazenly at me. Bellamy makes me work for it and a part of me fucking hates it.
But a bigger part wants to hunt her, catch her, punish her for playing with me.
It’s thrilling.
She pauses, gazing into my eyes for a beat. Her gaze is searching, for what I’m not sure. I’m also not sure if she finds what she’s looking for in my dead gaze, but she places a leg on either side of me and sits on my lap. My hands come back around to her ass, pinning her to me in case she’s thinking of getting right back up.
Her hand curls around my neck, her fingers playing with the locks of hair on my nape before her lips come down to kiss my jaw. She nips a path down the side of my face, leaving featherlight kisses behind as she moves.
Goosebumps break out on my skin at her soft caress. My lids close slowly as I rock into the sensations.
My fingers flex into her ass and I press her down against my hard cock. I’m egging her on, trying to get her to pick up the pace, but she won’t be rushed. She continues exploring the contours of my face with her mouth. Her tongue peeks out and licks the corner of my lips.
“Stop teasing me.”
She ignores me, humming against my skin as she kisses down my throat and to the skin above the collar of my shirt.
“Off.” She orders, her words coming out muffled against my body.
I growl at her, a reminder that she doesn’t give me orders, but yank off my shirt anyway.
She sits back and stares at my hard chest, her eyes taking in the toned muscles of my stomach as they ripple with my every harsh breath. Her hands trace a smooth pattern down my body until her fingers play along the grooves of my six pack and the V that leads into the waistband of my pants.
A savage hiss escapes my lips as her tongue flicks my hard nipple. She gives me a cocky smile, knowing and feeling exactly the effect she’s having on me, and then blows on the wet skin. A shudder goes through my body and I have to stop myself from taking over.
Her hands come up to cup my face as she looks deeply into my eyes with the same searching look as before in hers, like she’s trying to find the answer to a million questions in them. I look back at her through half-lidded eyes, refusing to reveal anything.
I won’t let her in. I’ve learned time and time again that when you leave yourself open to a sliver of vulnerability, that people will use that opportunity to disappoint and destroy you. Never again will someone get close enough to hurt me like that.
Her eyes are searching and kind. Different shades of brown and green come together to form a beautiful hazel gaze that I stare into.
Despite my efforts, she must see something in my eyes because she gives me a conspiratorial smile before her mouth comes down on mine to claim my lips in a slow, sensual kiss.
Her tongue licks the seam of my lips, asking to be let in. When I part my mouth, she dives in with a dainty moan that has me almost blowing in my jeans. Her arms come around my neck as mine move to her waist.
For a few minutes, all we do is kiss. A rhythmic dance between our lips, tongues, and teeth as we take the time to explore each other. This kiss is the opposite of violent. It’s gentle and expressive, and if I’m not careful I might find myself wishing it would go on forever.
Bellamy lifts her head, separating our mouths for an instant before she brings her lips back down on mine, once, twice, three times. Individual hard kisses that are increasingly familiar, like we’ve been doing this for years.
“I like kissing you.” She tells me, her arms still wrapped around my neck and her front pressed to mine. My arms enclose her possessively against my body.
