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If this was the way he'd motivate me from now on, I had no complaints—and plenty of reason to pretend I didn't want to do something in the future.
Gray released me, and I turned around so he could take a look at my face. The heat in my cheeks was hard to ignore, just like my eyes blazing with desire.
If he could make my knees go weak so effortlessly… what would it do to him if I showed him that my earlier statement wasn't just empty words?
"A part of me hates how little I can control the way you affect my body. If you don't stop…"
"What then?" he demanded to know, as if he hadn’t already guessed the answer.
I bit my lip. "I can't guarantee anything."
"Do you know how much I would enjoy seeing you on your knees before me? How much I want that?"
I slowly shook my head. "But I know I won't be making that dessert anymore if you keep talking."
16
GRAY
The living room was bathed in a soft light thanks to the floor lamp next to my armchair. It was just enough light to make out the outlines of the furniture and hint that the view from the windows faced the valley and, thereby, the river. After all the patience I had mustered throughout the evening, I had skipped the tour of my house. There would be plenty of opportunities to show Amelia how I lived when I wasn't busy running the bed-and-breakfast.
The sexual tension between us had not lessened since that moment in the kitchen. Instead, it had only built up throughout the evening, with every glance she gave me, with every knowing smile I offered, and because I could tell she was eager to be alone with me.
Somehow, I had managed to keep control of my thoughts as the barbecue had passed by. Amelia had crafted a fabulous dessert that had thrilled the guests. My conversation with Wilder had moved into the next round, and someone had raved about the property… all of these memories had mixed into one in the back of my mind because all my attention had been focused on Amelia.
If we had previously danced around each other, maintaining boundaries, those had been crossed tonight. The words that had fallen had started what was now being continued.
My eyes had lingered on her back, studying the tension between her shoulders. By the end of the night, none of that tension would remain.
"You want to hear it again, don't you?" I heard her ask softly, a smile curling on my lips.
Of course I did.
In fact, I wanted to hear so much more from Amelia.
"Show me," she repeated without waiting for my response. At that moment, she turned toward me.
In her dark eyes, I saw the same fierce hunger that I felt, begging to be sated. It rekindled the desire in me that I had managed to suppress for the last few hours if not days.
Amelia moved and reached me in just a few steps. Her fingers hooked into the loops of my jeans, then she pulled herself close to me with a forceful tug. Our bodies collided, knocking the breath out of her lungs—but it didn't stop her from rising on her tiptoes to kiss me, just like she had done in her bathroom before.
Her lips were soft and inviting, and I claimed them with a hungry kiss, getting a first taste of what was to come. Every inch of her body responded to my touch. As I tightened my fingers around her waist, her breathing quickened, and as I moved my hands upward, it completely stopped.
She deepened the kiss, and I let my fingers slip under her shirt, trailing her heated skin.
I wanted her.
I needed her.
And the way she pulled at my clothes told me she felt the same. There was no holding back, no caution, no hesitation as her hand slid to my neck, demanding that I keep kissing her.
When my hands moved lower to firmly grasp her ass, a soft moan escaped her lips. It took all my willpower not to throw caution to the wind and take her right there on the floor.
Every sense came vividly to life. Tasting her, smelling her skin, feeling her soft flesh pressing against mine, and watching as she slowly opened up to me was a gift. But it was more than that—it fed those desires I had vehemently distanced myself from over the past few years.
With Amelia, I never felt the need to hide any side of myself. Recommending a book that spoke of my deepest desires had been the final confirmation I needed to let myself go.
Though I had yet to remove a single piece of her clothing, I already felt it—the power I had over her body. She had surrendered it willingly, even before she had made her way into my arms, with the kiss confirming that nothing was holding us back anymore. No boundaries.
