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“No fucking question,” he grated. “My girl making herself come, fully clothed, just from dry-humping my cock. I’ll never forget it.”
His girl. He’d called her his girl again. While Amelia’s lagging brain tried to process it, Leo did something clever with his fingers, changed the angle, increased the pressure…and all thought fled from her brain. She came apart with a cry, her hands flying to his biceps. She held on for dear life as her body detonated. He coaxed her through her orgasm, wrenching every drop of pleasure until she pushed his hand away with a whimper.
Then the bed shifted, and she heard crinkling. Lust jumped in her—her body was buzzing from the orgasm. It seemed it would be like this every time with Leo; she’d always want more. Before he could position himself between her thighs, Amelia pushed him onto his back and straddled him.
She could count on two hands the number of times she’d ridden on top. After trying it a few times, her ex had told her she was terrible at it and refused to do the position with her. She hadn’t gotten far enough with other men to work up the nerve to try again.
But Leo was different. She could see from the heat in his eyes that he liked when she wrestled control from him. She felt safe with him. She wanted to try all the things she hadn’t had the courage to explore with others.
“If I’m not good at this, just tell me,” she panted, grabbing his cock to position it at her entrance.
“I’m not going to dignify that with a re—” Leo interrupted himself with a moan as she sank down on top of him.
A wicked smile curled Amelia’s lips. Leo’s fingers dug into her hips as she began to move, rocking up and down, then leaning forward to go forward and back. She gasped, and Leo tightened his hold on her.
“Grab the headboard,” he said between breaths. “Use it for leverage.”
Oh. Oh, wow. Amelia’s breaths came short and sharp, then stopped completely when Leo bucked his hips in time with her movements. It took her approximately half a second to erupt, her second orgasm of the morning tearing through her body with such force all she could do was cling on for the ride and hope she survived to the end.
She felt the moment Leo came. His neck went taut, and a flush stained his chest and cheeks. He gritted his teeth and let out a rough grunt, the sight of all that tension, all that masculinity sending another wave of pleasure rocking through Amelia’s veins.
She collapsed on top of him, wrapped up in his arms. While they were still joined, he rolled them over so he was on top, then kissed her long and deep, his hands cupping her face and jaw as fine tremors passed through both their bodies.
“Amelia,” he finally gusted out, leaning his forehead against hers.
“I need to go brush my teeth,” she said, dazed, and Leo began to laugh. “What?” Amelia complained, voice far away.
“A man needs a bit of coddling after that kind of performance. You should be petting me and telling me what a good job I did.”
Amelia gave him a few cursory pats on the top of his head. “Good boy.”
He laughed harder. “Don’t worry,” he said as he rolled off of her. “My ego is safe from overinflation around you.”
She grinned, smacking his chest with the back of her hand. It took her a few more long minutes to work up the strength to move, but she did, eventually, make it to the bathroom for her morning ablutions. As she stared at herself in the mirror, she saw bright eyes, mussed hair, and flushed cheeks. She couldn’t help but smile around her toothbrush.
Sex wasgreat.
TWENTY
Saturday morning’sbreakfast was another incredible spread, and Amelia decided to exercise restraint by only eating one of Camilla’s pastries instead of three. She’d indulged enough over the past twelve hours. Leo’s shoulder brushed hers, and she couldn’t help the heat that singed her cheeks at the innocent contact.
She was in so much trouble.
Finding a seat next to Cora, Amelia smiled at the older lady who gave her a knowing look. Amelia blushed harder. Apparently, their night of hot sex was written all over her face. Whoops.
Leo settled next to her, then got up and poured them both coffees. He grabbed the sugar and cream from the center of the table and moved them in front of Amelia’s plate without her asking, then dug into his food. Amelia blinked at the little jug of cream and the pot of sugar with the cute little spoon like they were aliens from another galaxy.
He’d noticed how she took her coffee? Not only that, but he’d made sure she had everything she needed without her even asking?
Leo’s hand dropped onto her thigh as Trudy sat across from him and started a pleasant, casual conversation. Leo drank is coffee and spoke to the other woman while his hand warmed Amelia’s thigh, as if that touch were the most natural thing in the world.
Meanwhile, Amelia’s world listed like a boat about to capsize.
Maybe it was pathetic to be so rocked by casual touches and the fixings for her coffee, but she’d never been with a man who’d paid attention to her needs or cared enough to fulfill them. That little jug of cream with the cheery spout and swoopy handle was knocking on Amelia’s heart and demanding to be let in.
With shaking hands, she picked it up and poured a dollop into her coffee. She watched the cream create puffy clouds in her coffee, her spoon suspended above it while her heart thundered.
“This morning is volleyball,” Trudy told Leo after he asked about the schedule for the day. “Now that the dud prize is out of the way, I’m sure competition will be fierce.” She winked at Amelia.
