A Shattered Moment (Fractured Lives 1)

Gripping his hair tightly, I became the aggressor, crushing my lips against his. All I knew was that I wanted so much more. Bentley lowered us down to the sand, our lips never coming apart. I allowed my hands to explore his body, feeling the evidence of his desire that clearly matched my own. The ache between my legs became more insistent with demands I had never experienced before. Zach and I had never reached this level of intensity when we’d gone all the way. It had been painful from the start, and was over with almost as quickly.

Bentley groaned as I shifted against him, trying to get closer. His hands left my face, moving to the curves of my body, which were begging for his attention. He continued to toy with my tongue, caressing it with his mouth. The friction from my jeans rubbing against the dampness in my panties only added to the intense heat. I wanted more, feeling him pressed hard between my legs.

My hips began to move against him, taking over to satisfy the hunger of need. He didn’t seem to mind the movement, even as I pulled him tightly against me, practically anchoring him in place. He gripped my hips roughly, accepting my passion.

Needing no further encouragement, my hips continued to surge against him. My mind was filled with a mass of confusion from the feverish hormones running rampant through me. My body knew what it was seeking, taking full control. “Bentley,” I exhaled, breathing like I’d run a marathon.

“It’s okay, baby.” His warm breath moaned against my neck. He kept one hand on my hip, guiding my rhythmic movements while his other hand slid under my sweater. A whimper left my lips as he moved across my bare stomach, along my rib cage. I waited with bated breath, knowing where his exploring hand was headed. The moment his fingers found my hard nipple through my lace bra, my body exploded with a sensation like broken glass shattering into a million delicious pieces. I shuddered against his mouth, which had turned to a knowing smile as I came apart in his arms.

Breaking the kiss, I buried my head in his neck, completely overwhelmed. I’d been on a cloud and had now come back to earth as my breathing returned to normal. I wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened, but I felt too mortified to look at him.

“Mac,” Bentley said, breaking through my inner turmoil. He stroked my back for a second before tilting my face up so he could look at me. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I didn’t comment, but I’m sure my flushed cheeks said everything for me. He was a fine one to talk. He wasn’t the one who’d just had his first orgasm. The worst part was I could still feel the evidence that he hadn’t finished pressed against me. I’d selfishly made sure my own needs were satisfied without giving his a second thought in the process. Maybe I was damned to be an eternal tease.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, stroking a thumb across my bottom lip.

I shook my head, not even sure how to articulate the mixed emotions currently treating my body like a pinball machine.

“Mac?”

I shrugged, trying to move off him, but he anchored me into place.

“Come on. Let me in,” he urged me.

I wanted to keep my mouth shut, but knew I wouldn’t be able to deter him. “I’m thinking I’m a selfish person,” I admitted.

“What the hell are you talking about?” His dark eyes bore into mine.

Exasperated, I finally answered, figuring he’d let me up once I connected the dots for him. “It’s embarrassing. That was the first time, I’d—you know, and it wasn’t even from actually doing anything. On top of that, I leave you with this.” I pointed to the still apparent bulge in his pants. “You should be running right now, Bentley. I already drove another guy away in the past. With everything you’ve seen lately, how could you possibly still want anything to do with me?” I said in a huff that turned to aggravation when he started laughing. “What’s so funny?” I demanded.

“You. You’re so ador—” I slapped my hand over his mouth to halt his words.

“If you say adorable, I swear I’ll punch you in the balls.”

He mumbled against my hand. I lifted my fingers so he could speak. “Why fight it, babe? I can’t help how I feel, no matter how much you try to convince me otherwise. Besides, you think I’m any better than you? I pushed you to meet my family when you weren’t ready. I brought you here without asking. What about the basketball game? Shit, I bet I can make a longer list on why you should be dumping me,” he said, looking directly at me. “But you know what? Neither of us is going anywhere. You know why?”

I shook my head.

“Because we obviously like each other, Mac. So what if we’re hitting some bumps at first? We’re just smoothing the path, right? As for using me for my body, if you want to lie back down and give me a few minutes, I’m all in, if you know what I mean,” he said, reaching for the button on my jeans.

“I bet you would be.” I reached for his hand although part of me wanted to let him continue.

“Kidding. Another time and another place.” He dropped another kiss on my neck. Another time was right. The way he was sucking on my neck, I was on the verge of tearing his clothes off, wishing we were back at his apartment.

He jumped to his feet and helped me up, waiting for me to get my balance before he let go of my hand. I brushed the loose sand from my butt. Before I could turn and navigate the soft sand back to the car, he swept me up in his arms, easily trudging forward before I could put up a fight.

“You know I can walk, right?” There wasn’t much conviction in my voice since I actually loved it when he carried me. I’m sure my physical therapist would scold me, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

“You can add this to my list, too, babe. I can’t help wanting to carry you.”

“Then you have to add it to mine also because I like it,” I admitted.

“See, it’s a win-win,” he said, smiling.

“I guess we do selfish well,?

?? I agreed as he set me back on my feet when we reached the sidewalk. “Thanks for bringing me here.” I glanced back at the ocean one last time.