Page 22 of Wild Tangled Hearts

And I love it.

Descending to his abs, my fingers trace his chiseled six-pack. Each abdominal muscle stands out in bold relief, separated by shallow, enticing crevices. The muscles contract in response to my caress, and he groans. Moving lower, my palms rest on his hips, nails digging in as I draw his next thrust harder. His pace quickens and his mouth meets mine, tongue sweeping across my lips before parting them.

Our movements become desperate. Almost feral. Lust raging like a storm, just waiting for its release.

And then I swear I burst into a million pieces of ecstasy. A blissful symphony of sensations igniting every nerve ending courses through me.

I cry out, Alex’s kiss doing little to silence me as wave after wave of pleasure rips through every fiber of my body.

With a strangled groan, his body stiffens, and his cock pulsates.

He rolls onto his back, and in the darkness, I can hear him discarding the condom before laying back beside me. One muscular arm stretches out and pulls me against his side.

We lay in silence for a few minutes. The only sound is our labored breaths and the chorus of crickets outside the tent.

He swallows hard before asking, “You okay?”

I nod against his chest. His arm tightens around me, and he presses his lips to my head.

The air is cold and mixes with the damp sweat on my skin, making me shiver.

“You’re cold,” he says, sitting up and helping me find my clothes in the darkness.

As we dress, an uneasy silence lingers in the air, and a palpable tension settles between us.

“Ouch,” I say when our heads collide.

“Shit. Sorry,” he grunts.

“It’s okay.” I chew on my bottom lip, my mind racing with uncertainty. Being with him was incredible, but our weirdness now makes me worry that I may have screwed everything up. “I’ll go.”

“You can stay.” His hands find me, and his fingers trace my jawline with a tenderness that sends conflicting emotions swirling within me.

I sit there in the darkness, torn between staying with him and retreating to the solitude of my tent. A deep sense of uncertainty gnaws at me, and I can’t help but hope that, regardless of the choice I make, regret won’t taint the memories of this night in the morning light.

Reader’s Choice:

What should Bella do next?

Bask in the comforting embrace of Alex's strong arms and spend the night in his tent. Turn to this page.

Opt for a quiet exit to avoid any morning awkwardness and return to the tent that Alex assigned. Turn to this page.

Chapter9

Sebastian

A TASTE OF BELLA

Sebastian stands at my doorstep, looking every bit the embodiment of sophistication. He gives the impression of casual confidence, his light blue shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, and his sleeves are rolled up over powerful forearms. The dark grey dress pants he wears emphasize his lean, muscular form. I can’t help but admire the way he carries himself with such effortless charm.

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “Bella,” he says, his voice a warm invitation.

“Hi.” My heart flutters with nerves.

“So,” he begins, stepping closer, “what’s the plan for tonight?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” I say, grinning up at him. “But I can promise you this: you won’t need your car. We’re going to be doing a bit of walking.”

---