“I don’t do lights-out sex.” I’m still kind of pissed, but not at her, which makes even less sense. Fuck, what’s going on with my mind?
“What Imeantwas it was my first time doing anything like that outside. And on my knees.” She traces her finger over my chest, and it’s kind of nice. “It wasn’t as degrading as I thought.”
“Degrading?” I can’t help it, and laugh. “It was the hottest thing ever.”
“Not for you, idiot.” She pats my chest, and for a second I’m speechless. No one calls me an idiot, least of all a chick, yet I’ve no urge to put her in her place. “But it was kind of hot, you giving me orders. Just don’t try doing it all the time, that’s all.”
“I’m not one of your nice boyfriends you can keep on a fucking leash.”
She gives a little hum of laughter, which vibrates all through my body to my dick. I stroke the inside of her thigh where she’s all soft and warm, and she wriggles closer.
“I didn’t keep them on a leash. They were just naturally…” She pauses as though she’s searching for the right word. If she saysniceagain… “Gentlemanly.”
I nearly choke on my goddamn tongue. “What?”
She’s shaking with silent laughter. “Yeah, they were. I dated my first real boyfriend for over a year before we had sex. He didn’t want to rush me, seeing as it was my first time.”
“Sounds like a jerk.” I scowl because obviously Amelia didn’t think he was a jerk if she also thinks he’s agentleman. Who uses that word anyway? “So, what happened to the whole white-picket-fence shit?”
She stops smiling, and her fingers still on my chest. Is she still in love with him? Why do I care?
“He proposed on my twentieth birthday.” She sounds reluctant to share, and my arm tightens around her although I don’t know why. “I guess it was the wake-up call I needed to face the fact I didn’t really love him.”
I grunt, not sure what to say to that. All I know is a sense of satisfaction sweeps through me at the knowledge she didn’t love the other guy. No matter hownicehe was.
She sighs. “I really tried. But you can’t love someone on command. It’s one of those fate things, you know?”
I don’t know, and it’s freaking me out that we’re talking about the L word in any case. “I don’t believe in fate.”
She twists in my arms and looks up at me. There’s a wicked smile on her face. “Ooh, interesting. You didn’t say you didn’t believe inlove.”
My hand inches beneath her skirt, and there’s no thick woolen barrier hampering my progress. Just silky smooth skin and a flimsy scrap of lace. “You talk too damn much.”
Her legs part, just enough so I can stroke her pussy. Christ, she feels good. I slide under her thong, and she’s hot and wet. She might’ve gotten me off less than half an hour ago, but I’m more than ready for her again.
“Deflecting. Again,interesting.”
“I’ll give you fucking interesting.” I kiss her, and she’s sweet and sexy as she teases me with the tip of her tongue. I circle her clit until she can’t keep still, then I pull back, panting. “Still wanna talk?”
“Mmm.” She forks her fingers through my hair and tries to pull me back for another kiss. “Not really.”
I push my middle finger into her, and she shudders, her eyes flickering shut. It’s addictive and exciting, like I’ve never done this before, and I guess that’s true when it comes to Amelia.
“You sure about that?” I nuzzle her neck, before tonguing her earrings. I don’t know why they’re such a turn-on. “We’ve got all night.” Yeah, and I don’t intend to spend the rest of the night talking, but this chatting shit is kind of fun.
“Mmm…oh.” Her eyes spring open, and they’re dark and unfocused. “I can’t stay all night. They’ll worry.”
Instead of being pissed that she’s basically turning me down, I have the irrational urge to laugh. “Tell them to back off and get a life.”
She blinks a couple of times as though she’s trying to figure out what I mean. “I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can.” I tug her thong over her hips, and she doesn’t try and stop me. “Who the hell are they, your keepers?” I don’t expect her to answer, but hey, this is Amelia.
“No.” She drags out the word as she lifts her ass so I can pull the thong to her knees. “But Mom still worries. I can’t do that to her.”
My hand freezes in the process of sliding up her thigh.
“Your mom?” She lives with her mom? I thought she lived with friends. Didn’t she tell me that? I can’t remember now.
