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David rose. Everything, from her nipples to her toes, tightened in longing for his touch. He slid his thumbs beneath the edge of her bloomers, tugging her towards him so her bare chest was against his half-buttoned shirted.
Amalia moaned and scooted nearer so she could assure herself that he did indeed want her as much as she wanted him—or at least close to as much, because no one could want as much as she did in that moment. “Please, David.”
The damned tease paused and stepped back, releasing her, a slow smirk spreading over his features. “Please, what, Amalia? What do you want from me?”
“You know what I want.”
He tapped his chin with a single finger, a wrinkle forming on the bridge of his nose, just under his spectacles. “No, I don’t think I do. I think you’re going to have to ask.”
“Are you punishing me for making you carry my bag?” She wagged a finger at him. “Because I’ll have you know, you didn’t seem to mind when I pulled out the toast and muffins from this morning’s breakfast that I shoved in there.”
Something almost like a snicker erupted from David.
“What?” Her cheeks tingled, though that somehow didn’t diminish any of the other sensations coursing through her body. Her fingers itched to be tangled in his hair as he kissed down her neck, over her now bare flesh...
“Nothing, that’s just adorable, and a bit, well...” He tugged on his collar. Was he flushing? It was hard to tell in the darkness...but...he licked his lips. Oh to have them on her skin again, trailing down lower and lower.
David rubbed the back of his neck. “Is it wrong to say that some part of me finds that very...well...intriguing?”
“What?” Amalia might have gasped a little as she worked to force herself back into the conversation and out of her fantasies so she could make them realities, for all the time she had.
“The idea that every time you make me do something silly like carry a ridiculously oversized valise that doesn’t even match your gowns, I only touch you if you beg?” He folded his arms, as if he was waiting.
Beg? Truitts didn’t beg. Certainly not in these sort of circumstances. If anyone found out, what would they say? And yet... Amalia shivered—with desire, not horror.
“And you’ll do what I ask?” Please? Good lord, had she started already?
“Only the parts I deem reasonable and properly requested.” He grinned a little. “I’m the one running this operation, remember?” He was so darn proud of himself and it was so damned attractive. More than attractive, lust-inducing. Her body hummed as she prowled towards him, unable to resist.
“Now I’m one of your foot soldiers, like Will and Meg.” She swiveled her hips a little. David crooked a finger at her and spread his legs so she could stand between them.
“Something like that.” He reached around and grabbed her bottom so she couldn’t help but whimper his name. “Though you have much more attractive feet. I have it on good authority that Will has bunions.”
She wrinkled her nose, but reached out to stroke that stray lock of hair that always fell on his brow. However, he grasped her wrist with one hand and held her in place with the other, so near, but so far.
“Not so fast. You haven’t asked anything.” He raised a brow. “I’m waiting, Amalia. In truth, I really shouldn’t even be touching you yet. You cheated last time, guiding my hand, but tonight, I need the words, all of th
em, with ‘pleases.’” He leaned back against the cave wall, his shirt gapping more. “So let’s hear it.”
Amalia would’ve rolled her eyes, but couldn’t muster the indignation, especially as something else vibrated under the surface, something akin to excitement at the prospect of being this, well, naughty, once again, with David. Everyone in Delaware would just about die if they knew how much this made her want to moan and writhe.
He was so magnetic and in the alternate reality of the cave, in between lives, there was nothing she could possibly need or want more. She bit her lip and inhaled a deep breath. “Please let me kneel, right here, and do what I was about to do the other night, what we did that night in Delaware, but with my mouth. With your hands in my hair, guiding me. Please.”
“Is that all?” David reached up and wound one of her stray ringlets around his finger, tugging her towards him again. Amalia’s toes curled and she near swooned into him. He steadied her again with the firm hand on her backside as her core heated with need.
She swallowed. “Um...there are condoms in the bag. They go over your...and prevent disease and...”
David chuckled. “I know what a condom is. Army, remember? Short on experience, not on knowledge.” That confidence, that damned-near arrogant, probably insane confidence, that made him cross oceans and charge into battle, and come back into her train car, head high after everything that happened between them, did her in every time. “And I don’t think you requested anything regarding those yet.”
“Well, if you let me get one, may I please put it on you and, will you please...” Amalia squirmed against him because if maybe he could feel her need, he’d hurry up and stop this delicious charade and start already.
“Will I please what?” David released her wrist, so he could remove his spectacles and place them atop their shared, discarded garments.
Amalia near danced. Close. So close. “Please finish inside me. Touching me, everywhere.” Her voice came as a husky whisper.
“How?” This time it was David’s turn to moan a little. Amalia locked eyes with him, willing all her desire, all her needs and wants and dreams to be present and suck him in, the way everything about him drew her to him.
“As if you really want to be engaged in these activities.” She swallowed. As if you really want me, like I want you. “Please?”
