Filthy (The Reckless Series #2) - HJ Bellus Page 0,20

sentence holds no tones of laughter or joking. I don’t respond, keeping my head tilted back, and my stare on the ceiling. The shack turns into a deafening silent hell. Or is the opposite of hell? Have I been living in my own personal prison and now being stripped away from it? Whatever it is, it isn’t easy. Love is a bitch and I’m finding out just how hard it is to truly open up to someone.

Hell, Gia didn’t even know this secret. I’d become the master in high school, fooling everyone with looks, personality, and dick. Yes, my dick has gotten me through most of it. Thank fuck it’s talented.

I feel her lips on my exposed neck. She lays gentle kisses on it, slowly making her way down to my chest. With her movement and the delicate touch of her lips on my flesh, the pain slowly begins to disappear. Thoughts of realizing I’ve never truly been in love until her surface. Darby’s tongue makes slow circles around one of my nipples, until she bites down on it.

A deep growl escapes me as her teeth sink into the sensitive skin. The noise escaped me recklessly and without thought. Very symbolic of our relationship. She moves to the other nipple, repeating the same action. It’s with each lick and bite that I realize the power is in us to fix us, only if we rely on being honest.

My hands finally join the party on my lap. They go to my favorite place of hers, well one of the dozen favorite places on Darby’s body. My fingertips sink into her hips. I repeat the same guttural growl when her teeth sink into the other nipple. Darby licks her way further down my chest and crawls out of my lap.

My hands are empty and lonely, and it’s not a sensation I enjoy at all. When Darby’s soft skin is in them, I feel everything from fear to sadness, to something even more powerful than love. I feel everything. Everything. It’s what she told me I was. It wasn’t what I was to her, but who she thinks I am. I’m slowly starting to believe her.

Her fingers have the button on my pants undone and unzipped. The pads of her fingers sneak under my boxers. I don’t take the time to enjoy her touch, because I owe her so much more.

“No, Darby.”

My voice startles her, and she looks up to me with a puzzled expression while resting back on her heels.

“Move in here with me.”

She simply nods her head and my heart leaps in my chest. For all I know, the fucker just did a backflip. It’s a first for me.

I stand up over her and feel more empowered than ever before with her on her knees at my feet. It’s not what you think. I’m not looking down on her like I’m superior or own her. It’s just the opposite. This girl fucking owns me. She’s still here with me, expressing her love with words, even if she doesn’t outright say it, and showing it to me with her body.

“I wanted to make love to you at Zane’s.” I guide her up until she’s standing. “And now nothing is going to stop me from making love to you.”

Our stare is deep and I keep it while reaching down for the hem of her dress. It pains me when I pull it over her head because her rich brown eyes disappear for a second, but they come right back.

Darby reaches behind her to release her bra, but my hands stop her. I place her long arms back down by her side and release her glorious tits from the lace bra, letting it drop to the floor. She doesn’t go for her dainty panties, probably knowing I’d do the same thing. My lips ache to touch hers, drink her in forever, but I muster up some self-control.

This time is going to be different. It’s not going to be like our first night together in the parking lot of the strip joint, where our two horny and drunk bodies ravished each other. And it’s certainly going to be different than me being harsh and controlling, with my hands clutching her throat and my cock pounding into her. Darby isn’t going to be on her knees deep throating my cock or me with my face between her legs lapping up her juice. This time is going to be different. It’s going to be our first.

I take