Hooked by Love (Bellevue Bullies 3)

Naked. We’re still naked.

So, I think we are cuddling.

“I’ve never cuddled,” I find myself saying. Nothing is said for a moment; the sounds of the party are loud and clear above us and the music is shaking the window. The room is pitch black except for the random burst of light that leaves me scrambling to get a glimpse of his gorgeous body. His body is so warm, so strong beside me. My body is in shock I think, still recovering from the life-altering sex he just bestowed on me.

Was that even sex, though?

More like head-spinning, toe-curling, ass-smacking, heart-pounding amazingness.

I’ve never had sex like that.

It’s always been quick and forgettable. I mean, I was younger and I never had a free moment to enjoy it, not that I probably would have, but still. This is the first and only time I’ve ever truly enjoyed sex. It was mind-blowing. Perfect, even. And shit, he was amazing. It was as if he knew my body and I knew his. We knew how to move to hit the right spots; he knew how to hold me to lengthen the beauty of it. It was incredible, and honestly, I don’t ever want to leave.

Which is probably why I’m cuddling.

As he runs his finger along my hip, I can feel him smiling when his other hand comes to take me behind my knee, bringing me closer onto him. “I didn’t even realize we were.”

“Yeah.”

“It just feels right.”

I won’t lie, no matter how much that makes me heart race. “Yeah.”

“But I like it.”

“Me too.” Shit. I wasn’t supposed to say that! He can’t know that this is the most amazing moment of my life. No, he’ll look into it. Start seeing our names in hearts and stuff. No. I’m not about that life. I need to leave…but he’s just so warm.

Nuzzling closer, he grips my hip as he buries his nose in my hair. “Can I be honest?”

I pause, opening my eyes to the darkness. “Sure.”

“I thought I was gonna have to work a hell of a lot harder to get you into bed.”

“You mean trampoline?” I ask and he chuckles against my hair, his breath hot and still carrying traces of beer.

“Yeah, trampoline.”

“Which by the way, why didn’t we make it to the bed?”

His lips curve against my head as his fingers dig into my skin. “One, I couldn’t wait that long to climb up some ladder to my bed. Two, I haven’t put my sheets on or anything. I refuse to do it against that mattress. That’s gross—you deserve better than that.”

Aw

. That’s sweet.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime. Now, answer me.”

“Bossy much?”

“Oh baby, I’m just getting started.”

Shit. “Um. I don’t want a relationship,” I blurt out and his body stills.

“Neither do I, but if you think you are walking out this room without me tasting you here—” he pauses to take ahold of my center, surprising the hell out of me. I gasp, arching into his hand as his mouth comes only a breath away from mine “—one more time, you’re crazy.”

“Okay,” I breathe just as a burst of light appears and I catch his green eyes staring into mine.