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“Woman, you are the devil.”
To show him how much of a devil she could be, Amelia swirled the tip of her tongue around the slick head of his penis and jerked her hand upward, milking out the droplets of precum. “Am I now?”
The answer to her question was a thrust of his long finger between the flesh at the apex of her legs. She’d been wet all afternoon and purred once she finally received his touch. They moved rhythmically in unison to the beat of the song on the radio. By the time the car crunched over the gravel driveway, Amelia was saturated with desire.
Nate threw his SUV in Park and snatched out the keys. He trotted in front of the hood to the passenger’s side and opened the door. Amelia greeted him with one leg propped up on the cushioned seat, exposing herself for him. She adored the way he gulped and glanced around. Dusk began to settle on the dark treetops. Everyone who was anyone was at the wedding. No one could see them for miles.
The work she’d done on him was still evident. Amelia took her other leg and pressed it against his sculpted abs. Nate shrugged out of his jacket. The shirt she tore open had no way to stay closed and that suited her just fine. His pants hung low off hi
s hips.
“I don’t think I can wait until we get inside, Nate.” Amelia bit the bottom right corner of her lip and blinked innocently.
“I don’t like to make a woman have to wait.”
Nate reconnected his body with hers first with a kiss. His hands clasped around the base of her neck and his fingers sunk into her curls. Their mouths danced to the orchestra of the cicadas. Nate skillfully rolled a condom on right before Amelia moved her lower half closer to the edge of the seat and slipped herself onto him with ease.
They both breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
“Is this what you’ve been waiting for?” Nate asked, moving inside her. He pulled his mouth from hers. The bold gaze of his deep green eyes shook her soul.
“Yes,” Amelia managed to say. Her walls began to throb and suction with each thrust. She wanted to play it cool but the pleasure of his mouth on her breasts overtook her. She leaned back and allowed him to throw her four-inch lavender heels onto the green lawn and hook her legs over his shoulders and pound away. And at the right moment, the precise time he sent her over the edge, Nate’s body tensed and his cock thumped against her womb. Amelia closed her eyes and rode the pleasure wave before she felt the cabin of the SUV begin to spin. Not able to look at him just yet, Amelia turned her head to the right and covered her face with her left arm. A small juice box caught her eye. Dear Lord Jesus, she realized this was the same vehicle he drove his nieces around in.
“We’ve violated your car,” Amelia said with a giggle. Since when did she giggle?
“You say violate,” Nate said breathily, “I say christened. And damn,” he added. “I also say damn.”
“You’re crazy.”
“And starving,” he said. “Woman, you’ve worked an appetite out of me.”
Nate helped her out of the front seat, adjusting the hem of her dress before tucking himself away and zipping up his pants. Amelia sighed in disappointment.
“Well, perhaps if you didn’t spend the entire reception dancing with Brittany Foley.” She began to laugh, then gasped with another fit of giggles when Nate tossed her over his broad shoulders with one arm and carried her toward the house. Instead of taking the steps to the front porch, he took her up the new ramp, hidden by Grandmamma’s flowers. Before they made it to the porch, Nate let her down, turned her so she faced the wall and lifted the hem of her dress—then they christened the new ramp.
By the time they made it inside the house, Amelia was famished, as well. Thankfully she remembered the leftover Chinese food. The day before they’d picked up some takeout and Amelia had purposely ordered a dozen egg rolls, positive she’d eat at least two with her meal. Nate had polished off two before she transferred their rice onto a plate and had eaten still another with his meal. Those remaining called her name. The motor of the refrigerator went off when she opened the door to take out the red-lidded containers. Her stomach rumbled so loud she doubted she’d be able to wait until the microwave—a luxury item she’d tucked away in the corner of the counter—heated the rest of the egg rolls. What! Only five left? Math might not have been her strong suit but she could’ve sworn they had only had five the first night. Did Nate eat two for breakfast? She gave Nate a side-eye glance and wondered where he put the calories.
In the kitchen, she and Nate worked side by side, moving in unison. Without words, she ducked when he opened a cabinet and he stepped out of the way when she opened the oven. Once, Amelia had filmed in a fast-paced kitchen and enjoyed the dance of the chefs. She was reminded of them when she observed Nate and herself right now.
“I’m glad you decided to reheat the egg rolls in the oven,” said Nate, leaning his long, lean body against the counter. His slacks still hung off his hips and his shirt was unbuttoned. “The crust will be crispier.”
“I figured as much.” Amelia sighed and nodded her head at the black microwave with the bright turquoise digital numbers counting down as a timer for the oven. “I wonder if buying this was a mistake. Grandmamma will never use it.”
“I’m surprised she doesn’t have one already.” Nate folded his arms across his chest. His biceps flexed. Amelia wondered if it was possible to christen the kitchen in the ten minutes set for the oven.
“Because Grandmamma doesn’t strike you as a patient woman?” Amelia smarted off.
“Leave my friend alone,” Nate teased. “Let’s find something else to do while we wait for the timer to go off.”
Amelia’s left brow rose in inquiry. “For eight minutes? Why, Mr. Reyes,” she said in her Southern drawl, “you disappoint me.”
Before the smirk fully spread across her face, Nate once again tossed her over his shoulder and headed up the stairs. Amelia squealed with laughter and feigned being a damsel in distress, loving every minute of his hard, muscular body manhandling her. When was the last time she’d had this much fun with a man?
“No one can save you now.” Nate went along with the bit. He made his way up the stairs, careful of her head as he turned the corners to get to her bedroom.
Hanging upside down, Amelia reached for her brass doorknob and pushed the door closed seconds before Nate tossed her on the bed. Her stomach quivered with desire. Nate touched her toes and gave them a little squeeze. Amelia leaned up on her elbows and spread her legs, inviting him inside. A deep breath lodged in her throat just before he entered her. The breath turned into a startled gasp as someone pounded on her door.
“Is it me—” Nate leaned his body against hers “—or are we interrupted every time we make love in a bed?”
