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“Come here.”
I sat up, hating the feel of it because all I wanted was him between my legs again. But he lifted my dress up my stomach, over my breasts, and then looped it off of me. Every nerve in my body radiated like thrummed strings on a cello. He unhooked my bra, and I realized he was still fully dressed. Hell, no. I lifted the hem of his scrubs, and he obliged, shucking it off his rippled arms and torso before cinching me to the edge of the table so I straddled his erection through his scrub pants.
I tilted my face up to his, desperate for all of him. Any part of him. And it was then I realized he was just as starved for this as I was. His calm demeanor had been replaced by his rapidly rising and falling chest, and his eyes burned with hunger. “Wait here,” he said roughly.
I clamped my arms around his middle. “Don’t youdareleave me, Amos.”
He released a rueful laugh. “I need to get a condom.”
“Are you clean?” I asked through clenched teeth.
He understood what I meant. “Of course.”
I pulled him closer so we were nose to nose and whispered harshly, “Then you’d better bury your cock in my pussy right fucking now because I don’t take birth control just for funsies and I amnotwaiting.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Amos eased his waistband down until his dick was poised at my wet entrance, long and just as intimidating as I remembered. He looked me in the eyes, his lips pressed together and his breathing ragged. “Do you trust me, June?”
I nodded. I did. I really, really did. He slid inside of me, slowly, so slowly, and I let out a tortured breath as my head fell to his shoulder. That vibrating from my nerve endings increased, and I thought I might shatter from the tension. He inched further in, and I looped my arms behind his neck, panting against his skin.
Amos took his time, even slower than the first time I’d controlled his penetration, and I could have cried, I was so grateful. I should have trusted him the first time because this was Heaven and Hell wrapped up in every delicious sin and miracle known to mankind.
When he moved in and out of me, he whispered, “Stay relaxed.”
I did. It was hard, but I did. I let him plunge in and out of me, and as he moved, he coaxed me back onto my elbows. I had a perfect view of his honed body thrusting his cock in and out of my wet heat, and I wanted him to keep going just as desperately as I wanted it to end. The tug I’d become familiar with happened again. It felt bigger this time. The surging climb to my impending release was monumental as he filled me over and over again. It was Everest, and if I didn’t let myself fall from the peak, I’d lose my mind.
“Please,” I moaned. “Amos.”
He reached a hand between us easily, and with his thumb, he pressed coaxing circles over my clit. “Please, what?”
“I think I’m,” I struggled to talk. Up, up, up my release climbed and clenched until I was sure I would combust.
“Come for me,” he said harshly.
I let go, and it wrenched a cry from my chest as my orgasm crashed and pulsed with such intensity, I half expected something in me to break. I was dimly aware that Amos had sped up his tempo, and then he pulled me to him, keeping me in one piece as we both came down together.
As the coils unfurled and my lungs slowed, I felt like I’d been forced to run the goddamn high school mile again. Each intake of air caused sharp pain near my ribs, and I’d been covered in hot, muggy perspiration. And the satisfaction. Holy mother of God. It was euphoric. It was lighter than air and yet, it dragged my bones to the earth like gravity on another planet. I leaned against Amos, speechless.
He kissed my sweaty temple and wrapped his arms around me. “The last one didn’t count,” he said gruffly.
“Last what?” I asked drowsily.
“The syrup, Cupcake. It didn’t count.” He tilted my face up to meet the intensity of his expression. “Nowyou can hand me your V-card.”
Eighteen
Amos
As June had astutely pointed out, teaching her a lesson had taken “forever.” However, looking at her perpetually half-lidded, content expression, it was safe to assume that she didn’t mind how long it had taken. But most of the restaurants I had planned to take her to were closed now, especially because we would have been late leaving the center anyway.
I changed into my button-down and chinos, and by the time I’d locked up and turned off the lights, June was gnawing on her phone case as she waited by my car. I pulled her phone out of her mouth and unlocked the car. “Don’t be dramatic.”
“I’m not dramatic,” she said. “I’m starving. You ate me to death. There’s nothing left.”
I put a hand against the gunmetal gray panel, sliding my foot between hers and leaning forward so I could trace a finger along the sweetheart neckline of her dress. “Babe, I’d eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. There’d better be plenty left.”
She got that stunned look on her face that I was starting to crave in a visceral way. “Wow,” she breathed.
I pressed my lips into a smile. “Wow, what?”
