Make Me Yours (Bellamy Creek #2) - Melanie Harlow Page 0,53

me hungrily, like he’d been starving for it the way I had, like he’d been holding back for years. His tongue stroked between my lips as he pinned my arms over my head, then slid his palms from wrist to elbow to the sides of my ribs. His cock, thick and hard, pressed against my thigh, sending electric pulses of anticipation throughout my body.

He’s going to be inside me, I thought. He’s going to link his body with mine and it’s going to feel so good to be that close to him. Finally. Fucking finally.

I kicked off my heels, and heard his shoes hit the floor too. Slipping his forearm beneath my lower back, he moved me up the mattress, closer to the headboard so our bodies were pressed together from head to heel.

I wrapped both legs around one of his. “God, I want you,” I whispered. Even the feel of his muscular thigh between my legs was enough to have me rocking my hips beneath him. I’d dreamed about this night for so long.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you.” His mouth moved down my neck, and I threaded my fingers into his hair. Every nerve ending in my body was tingling, every inch of my skin on fire. One question echoed inside my head.

“Is this real?” I whispered.

“God, I hope so.” He kissed my shoulder, my collarbone, my breast through the clingy black material of my dress, before bringing his lips back up to mine. “You’re making me crazy tonight.”

Tonight? You’ve been making me crazy for twenty years.

He moved to one side of me so he could reach inside the slit on my dress. I shivered as his fingers touched my skin and his palm slid up my inner thigh. At the first skim of his fingertips over my black lace panties, a sigh escaped me and I raised my knee toward the ceiling, tilting my hips toward him.

He caressed me gently through the silk before edging one finger beneath it, groaning as he slipped it easily inside me. I moved my hips against his hand, my fingers fumbling with the buttons on his dress shirt. He worked two fingers inside me, and I moaned against his lips. “That feels so good,” I panted.

“I want you so fucking badly tonight,” he growled, his other hand fisting in my hair.

There it was again. That word—tonight.

“Cole, wait.” I pushed against his chest slightly, just so I could look up at him. “What about tomorrow?” I asked breathlessly.

“Huh?” His hand went still.

Stop! screamed teenage me in my head. Don’t ruin this! We’ve waited long enough!

But I couldn’t help it. “What about tomorrow? Will you want me then? And what about yesterday?”

“I . . . I don’t understand.” He took his hand from my underwear.

“I don’t either. And I’m probably going to hate myself for this, but something doesn’t feel right.”

“It doesn’t?”

I took a deep breath, willing myself to have the strength to say what needed to be said. “The first night you walked me home, you told me why you don’t date, and I understood. Last week, you explained to me in heart-wrenching detail why you and I should probably just be friends, and I agreed. Last night you said you wished things were different, and I did too . . . so are they?”

“I . . . I don’t know.” He sounded genuinely confused, and then he rolled onto his back. “I’m sorry. I guess I was just trying to let go and have some fun.”

I sat up, pushing my dress down and bringing my legs together. “I was too.”

“And I really do want you. Everything I said tonight is true.”

I pressed my lips together, knowing a but was coming.

“But you’re right. Nothing has changed. I’m still the same guy I was last week, with the same issues.” He flung his arm over his eyes, and I caught the shine of his wedding ring in the lamplight. “I can’t make you any promises. And I can’t lie to you.”

I nodded, knowing deep down this was wrong for me. While I wanted nothing more than to let him love me for the night, some gut, adult instinct told me to protect myself, even while teenage me threw a tantrum in the corner of my mind, my girl parts backing her up.

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

“No need for apology, Cole.” I took another deep breath. “I came up here willingly, and part of me is still desperately hoping tonight ends with me