2:29 AM

Chapter Forty-Six

Bryce and I are watching a movie. We've been talking for hours. After breakfast, which was really good, we started watching movies.

"You go can go take a shower if you want, sweetheart," Bryce says. He's still only in sweatpants and I'm still in his shirt and pants.

"If you don't mind," I say.

"Go ahead," Bryce says. "The shower's nice." I nod.

"Okay," I say. He lets me out of his hold and I walk upstairs, into the bathroom. I turn on the water and strip down to my bra and panties while I wait for the water to warm up.

I really like Bryce. I like him so much it scares me. My feelings are developing quickly, way faster than they ever have, even for Colton. I'm excited but worried all at the same time.

I take off my bra and panties and step into the shower. Bryce was right, it is nice. It's in the corner and the other sides are made of glass. It's weird but it's not. I pick up his soap and squirt a little bit into my hand. I rub it on my chest and back.

I sigh and run my hands through my hair with some of his shampoo. God, the water feels good. My eyes shut as I arch back into the water.

I don't even know that the bathroom door's been opened until I hear Bryce call,"Hey, sweet-" He stops when he sees me. I can see him clearly and he can see me. The shower door is all glass, it's see through.

We both stop, staring.

He's only in a pair of boxer briefs and I can tell that he's hard.

I swallow and bring my eyes back up to his face. He's staring intensely at me, studying me almost. He has my jeans and tank top in his hand. His breathing's uneven. He looks like he's debating something.

"Fuck it," Bryce says.

The clothes drop from his hands and he crosses the bathroom in five seconds, opening the shower door and crushing his mouth over mine. I gasp and his hands are running over my bare skin. Water's pouring over both of us.

Our tongues are tangling, hands are roaming.

God, I want him.

I'm far from being a virgin, but I've never wanted anyone as much as I want Bryce right now. I'm aching for him, wanting him so desperately.

Bryce's heart is racing under my fingers. His fingers brush my nipple and I nearly cry out. The ache intensifies between my legs. He grounds against me roughly and I moan. He's rock hard.

All that's separating us is the thin barrier of his boxer briefs. His hand moves lower, tracing my swollen, wet, seam. I rub against his hand, trying to get friction. He presses closer to me.

I can't take it anymore. I need him inside of me.

I pull away and my fingers slip under his boxers. Bryce grabs my hands. "Are you sure?" He's panting, breathing ragged. I nod. "I need you to say it," Bryce gasps, "Because if you don't say anything now, I won't be able to stop myself."

"Take me, Bryce," I say, my hand skims the length of his cock. "Fuck me hard."

Suddenly, his boxers are on the ground and I'm hoisted against the wall. He's plunging inside of me and I'm moaning, digging my nails into his back. His face is buried in the crook of my neck and he's hammering into me.

Oh, God.

This feels so good. We fit perfectly together.

I'm meeting each of his deep thrusts. I'm panting and clutching him. My legs tighten around his waist. My orgasam's building up. I'm gasping and struggling to breathe. Bryce seems to notice this.

"Just hold on," he says, his voice is coarse. It almost seems like he's pained.

He thrusts harder and his fingers pinch my nipple. And I'm done. My orgasam hits me in full force and I'm crying out his name and screaming with pleasure. My nails are digging into his back and I'm contracting around his cock.

He moans and keeps thrusting. He's close to release. I finally stop orgasaming, but then another one starts building up. I'm rocking against him and his hand is cupping and rubbing my breast. His fingers are pinching and gently scraping against my nipple.

His other hand wanders down to my thighs and pinches my clit. I start clenching around the hard length of him again, moaning loudly as I start again. And that seems to do it for him. "Fucking hell," Bryce says as he starts to come, stiffening slightly and then riding it out.

He withdraws after we're both finished. He keeps his hands on my waist as my feet find the floor. I'm still trying to catch my breath and regain my sanity.

"Shit," Bryce says. His voice is rough and thick, his chest is heaving. "I didn't use a condom. God, I'm so sorry. I didn't-"

"Hey," I say. "Bryce, look at me." I cup his face in my hands and his eyes meet mine. He looks guilty and ashamed. Water droplets are clinging to his face. Water's still streaming from the shower. "I'm clean. Are you?"

"What?" he asks.

"Are you clean? Do you have any STD's?" I say.

"I'm clean," he says. "But you could still-"

"I'm on birth control. Don't worry," I tell him. "Don't regret it."

Bryce nods and murmurs something that I can't hear. He presses his lips briefly against mine and snatches his boxers from the floor of the shower. He walks out of the shower, wraps a towel around his waist and walks out of the bathroom.

I watch him walk out and my head's still spinning, my knees are still weak.

Oh my God, that was fantastic. I've had my fair amount of sex but it's never been like that. I step under the spray of the water and finish washing my hair and body. All I can think about is Bryce.

I can't get over how he looked when he left. It seemed like he was okay, but there was something off. He doesn't regret it does he? Was I bad? Doubt floods my mind. I don't regret it, but what if he does...What did I do?