Bellamy rolled, spreading me out on the comforter. He pulled back and grinned wickedly. "Shhh," he cautioned, "we don't want anyone tohear."
I nodded, dazed and he grinned again, descending back towards mymouth.
He kissed me lightly, brushing my lips softly. So softly, it left me frustrated. I curled both of my fists into his hair and held him harder to me as I kissed him. I ravaged his mouth, pressing forward. He groaned and gripped me with the same intensity. His hands on my hips, holding me tightly to him. "Harlow," he whispered against my mouth. "I didn't bring any...uh..." I kissed his neck and he moaned, trying to stifle the noise. "Sweetheart," he panted, holding me, gripping me harder. "Wecan't."
Bellamy yanked away from me, his chest heaving, and I felt bereft. Cold. Alone. I stared up at him, knowing that my cheeks were flushed. Looking down, I realized that the top buttons of my blouse were undone. I blinked slowly, looking back up at Bellamy. He was staring at me as a man might stare at his last meal – there was want, hunger...need. My heart rate kicked into overdrive. "We can't," he said slowly, his shoulders rising and falling. "We can't do anything more?" Bellamyguessed.
I nodded, so wrapped up in him that I couldn’t focus on what he was saying. All I knew was that I would agree to anything he wanted if it would just put his mouth back on me right then. He hovered over me, and I reached up, cupping his cheek. "Are you okay with this?" he asked, his voice rough, grating in his throat. When I nodded, he shook his head. "No, Sweetheart. I need to hear you say it. Tell me, are you okay withthis?"
"I'm okay, Bellamy." I spoke barely above a whisper. "It'sokay."
I knew he heard me because, in the next moment, he came over me again. He brushed his hands up my thighs, pushing my skirt up, and settled between my thighs before kissing me again. Our lips sparked something electric and I gasped as his fingers slid under my skirt. He laid out over me, pressing me into the bed. My legs wrapped around him as he ground himself into me, trying to pull me closer. I groaned, feeling the rigid zipper of his jeans between my legs. I squeezed him, wanting to feel it again. I had never felt anything likeit.
Shivering as Bellamy trailed open-mouthed kisses down my neck, he quickly undid more of the buttons that held the front of my blouse closed. "God, you're beautiful, Sweetheart," he whispered. I didn't know how to respond, but I felt beautiful. When he looked at me, I knew he wasn't lying or just trying to make me feel good. His whole body rippled over me once more, sending another groan out of mythroat.
His mouth silenced the noises I was making, and I couldn't believe it was me making them. Bellamy made me forget where we were. He made me forget why we were there, and why we needed to be quiet. "We can't," he gasped, "fuck, wecan't."
I moaned in disbelief as he pulled away from me. His dark eyes met mine. My skin felt alive. My veins were filled with sparks. I didn't know what I was searching for, but it was there, just out of my reach. He looked at me, making my skin flush further as his eyes trailed down my chest. I realized that he had managed to get my shirt completely undone and I was stretched out under him in nothing but my skirt and a bra. His eyesdarkened.
"It's okay, Sweetheart," he said when I made another sound of protest as he pulled further away. "I'll take care of you. Don'tworry."
"What?" I sat up as Bellamy pulled his shirt over his head and whatever else I had been about to say was lost. Bellamy's naked chest was a muse that Greek artists used to create their statues. My mind puddled and turned to mush as he slowly backed down the bed and lowered himself, sliding his hands up my bare legs. My skirt was pushed up against my upper thighs and everywhere he touched sent waves of fiery heat throughme.
"Do you trust me?" he asked. I blinked at him, confused. What did he mean? Of course, I trusted him. "Do you trust me, Harlow?" he repeated, his voice harder,demanding.
I nodded before I realized that he wanted me to speak. "Yea – I mean, yes," I panted, "I trustyou."
One side of his mouth lifted in a half smile. "God, I hope so, Sweetheart. Because you're gonna give me blue balls by the end of the night." I gasped as he spread my legs and lowered hishead.
Bellamy pressed a soft kiss to the inside of each of my thighs before gently urging them further apart. He licked my skin, sending more shivers trailing down my spine. My vision blurred as I found my hands in his hair. But he shook them loose for a moment because his mouth reached the band of my underwear. I tensed, and he sat up slightly, his fingers trailing the edge. His eyes bored into mine. “Will you let me?” heasked.
I bit my lip, looking down at him. “I…”
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do,” he whispered, his voicelowering.
My breathing was ragged, and something was there. I felt it. An electric zing between us or...it was something, I knew it. I just didn’t know what it was. I found myself nodding, despite my uncertainty. No matter what, I trusted Bellamy. I trusted him just as much as I trusted Marv, Knix, and Texas. That thought had barely entered my mind only to be shoved out just as Bellamy’s warm hands slid into the sides of my underwear and pulled them down my legs. I held my legs closed as he tossed them to the side, but he gently urged them back around his hipsagain.
“Don’t worry, we can go slow. I won’t do anything more tonight, just...let me help you,” he whispered, brushing against my lipsagain.
I closed my eyes and let him kiss me once more. I felt so safe in his arms, protected and cherished. It wasn’t something I was used to feeling and in the last month I had felt it almost every day. I was on overload. I felt like, in this moment, Bellamy could have asked me anything and I would have bared my soul for him. Even if ithurt.
Our mouths connected, and his jean-clad groin rubbed against my naked skin. I shuddered, gripping his shoulders, pulling on him, arching up to grind back. I reached down, sliding my hand over his chest and down his abdomen. He was rock solid, all over. It made me kiss himharder.
I felt the hard strain of his jeans and when my knuckles grazed against it, he jerked and grabbed my hand. "No," he said,panting.
"I want to–" Bellamy cut me off by grabbing my other hand as I reached for him again. He held both of my wrists and then transferred them to one of his hands. His fingers closed around my limbs, making me feel dainty andsmall.
"No, Sweetheart." His voice was so gruff, I could barely understand him. He cleared his throat. "If you touch me, I'll go off like a teenageboy."
"I'm a teenager," I pointedout.
"Barely," he said. "And you're not a guy. We're not always known for our...stamina."
"Are you saying you can't keep up?" Iteased.
Bellamy chuckled, releasing my hands. "I can keep up with you," he said, nipping at my bottom lip. My belly tightened, and down lower, sparks of heat popped. "But I didn't bring any protection tonight. I don't want to riskanything."
"Oh." My gaze drifted downward, and Bellamy hooked a finger under my chin. Nudging me back up, he pressed a quick kiss to mylips.