I should step back, but the beer I knocked back makes me bold. Or maybe it's the intensity of his eyes that I can't pull myself away from or no longer want to.
Amos leans toward me and I close my eyes and part my lips, waiting for the press of his lips on mine, no longer able to resist. But the kiss never comes.
My eyes flicker open, and Amos's face is inches from mine.
15
ALANA
"Alana." My name on his lips comes out as a low purr that sends my very core humming.
His gaze flicks to my lips. He wants to kiss me, but he's holding back. It's not surprising. The last time we were in this position, I told him I wanted to be friends.
But is that still the case?
His masculine scent surrounds me as his hot breath caresses my cheek. The reasons why we shouldn't do this become blurred.
I inch closer toward him so my lips brush against his. He closes his eyes, and a low growl comes out of his throat.
"You have to make sure you want this."
I press my lips to his, silencing him, then pull away quickly.
"Don't make me think about this, Amos." If it think too much, I might stop, and right now all I want to feel are his lips on mine.
He swallows hard and puts his beer down on the kitchen counter.
His hand comes around the back of my head and catches my hair in his hands. And then his mouth is on mine and his lips tease mine open.
I sigh softly at the feel of his lips on me and his body pressed against mine as our hips collide. A new sensation shoots up my body, one I haven't felt in a long time. It's been too long since a man kissed me. And longer still since I felt the desire that's now coursing through my veins.
Amos brings his other hand around to catch my hips and pulls me toward him.
I bump up against his hardness, and the sensation makes me gasp as all my nerve endings come alive. I shudder against him.
"Amos." My voice is needy.
I should stop. I should pull away. But I'm too caught up in my need for him.
His lips roam my neck as he kisses every soft part of my exposed skin. My body melts against him, and sensing my need he holds me tighter. Muscular arms close around me, propping me up.
"I've got you, Alana," he whispers in my ear.
Our bodies are pressed together, and my heart is beating so loudly in my chest he must feel it.
Our bodies connect at our lips, our chests, our hips. My thigh slides over his and he clasps the underside of it in his hand, causing tongues of heat to lash my body from every point of contact. It floods my brain, taking over my thoughts and burying any remaining doubts.
I give in to the sensation of my body against his. To my overwhelming desire. Amos's lips move down my throat, and I tilt my head to give him access. His other hand slides down my back until he's grasping both my hips in his hands.
I bring my hands up to run over his hard chest, and my fingertips tingle at the sensation. Every part of my body is alive as I lose myself in the sensation of his warm lips kissing my neck, his hands caressing my body, my fingertips trailing down his chest, and the glorious feeling of my core rubbing against his hardness.
He slides his hand around my leg and trails it up my inner thigh. Suddenly, my leggings feel very flimsy.
"Is this what you want?" he whispers into my ear as his hand trails lightly over the apex of my thigh.
One finger caresses the place between my legs, which is now hot and damp and needy.
"Yes," I breathe. "Don't ask me, Amos. I don't want to think about it. I just want to feel."
