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She mumbled something indecipherable, and I took it as a reluctant yes.
"Amelia," I began gently, letting my fingers slide through her hair. "My response earlier today was wrong. There's no denying that, and I need to apologize. What your ex said… it mixed with the few insecurities I had. Still, it wasn't right to question everything because of it."
She looked up at me then, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "It hurt me."
"I know. And it might not be the last time one of us gets hurt. But I regret it, and every moment I wasted convincing myself of something that wasn't true. The truth is, you are not just a fling or a nice summer romance. You are so much more. And no matter what it takes for us to work, I'm ready to give it my all."
She pursed her lips, a look on her face that I couldn't quite read. "Keep talking."
Of course Amelia chose this moment to make me squirm a little. I didn't mind, although she knew what all my words meant. But before I could go on, I grabbed her and flipped her onto her back, assuming the position above her.
If I was going to grovel, I at least wanted to look her in the eyes. "The last ten years have been a disaster, and after being stood up by yet another date, I had almost convinced myself to give up for good. That I didn't need a woman by my side to be happy with my life. Fundamentally, that's still true—but then you ducked under palm leaves and dropped into the seat at my table, and… despite everything I've been through, you make me believe in love again. It's as if I had to defy all those challenges so they would lead me straight to you. Because being with you feels like I'm finally coming home after a lifetime of searching.”
Her eyes searched mine as I continued. “Even if people say that everyone is complete on their own, you are my missing puzzle piece. My safe harbor because I don't have to pretend with you. The thought of someone else making you smile for the rest of your life kills me because in your eyes, your smile, I see a future that mirrors our shared experiences these past weeks. I want to be the man to whom you entrust your secrets, desires, and every little dream so I can turn each one into reality. And more than anything, I want you to keep making every mundane moment special just by sharing it with me. I could go on forever, but in the end, it all boils down to the fact that you are not the only fool in this relationship because I have also fallen too quickly and too deeply in love. With you. And if you let me, despite my foolish mistake this afternoon, I will prove it to you every single day."
With every word I spoke, her grin widened. "You never told me you were so good with words."
I tilted my head, doubting her statement. I was not good with words—I just knew exactly how I felt about this woman, and now that I had regained control over my doubts and insecurities, it was easier to express my feelings.
I had also made good use of the time I spent at theCurved Grape. I mentally went through numerous scenarios, focusing mostly on those where she allowed me to prove that I was serious and that I was sorry for how I had initially reacted.
"Do you think I deserve your forgiveness?" I asked instead of revealing how long I had pondered the words that just slipped from my lips.
"I don't know. Does your apology include a few orgasms for me?" When she looked me straight in the eyes, her expression was so damn innocent that I felt my body temperature rise several degrees.
"Now?"
"It would help me forget the stress of the day, you know…" Her sentence trailed off.
Incredible. What had I done to deserve this? Instead of holding a grudge and making me suffer for my blunder, Amelia decided that a simple, honest conversation and the right kind of attention afterward would set everything straight.
"So?" she pressed. Her legs were already wrapped around my waist, and now she began to draw feather-light circles over the skin on my neck with her hands.
A shiver ran down my spine. "Any requests?"
"If you ask like that…" Apparently, I had sparked an idea in her, and I was not yet sure if I should endorse it.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm… I think you may only fuck me with your dick when I give you explicit permission to do so."
A quiet, dangerous laugh escaped me. "You won't last long, sin. Your pussy needs my dick like you need air to breathe."
"I have very strong willpower," she countered.
"Perhaps I should find out just how strong it is." Patience was one of my virtues. And I truly didn't need to be inside her to feel pleasure. In fact, I sometimes preferred just watching. It allowed me to savor her desire. I didn't miss a detail. Sometimes, bringing pleasure to someone else was more fulfilling than seeking one's own. Seeing someone fully immersed in the sensations you provided was a validation unlike any other.
"Go ahead. I'll prove to you that I can last very,verylong without your dick."
"Sure. Keep telling yourself that. And in the end, you'll be the one begging. Maybe this time, I'll make you wait instead of giving in to the first plea that crosses your lips. Or that sweet whimpering when you lie helpless beneath me, unable to even remember your name because it all feels so intense for you. Will you ever stop blushing when I talk to you this way?"
I continued to support myself over her with one hand while letting the other glide over her flushed cheeks.
She wrinkled her nose, as if embarrassed by her body's reaction. "Maybe in a few years, when I've gotten used to it."
"You read the dirtiest smut that exists on this planet, and yet you blush when I whisper it in your ear. I can't tell you how much I enjoy that."
Amelia gave me a light tap on the chest. "There was no dirty talk in my last relationship. Nor the one before that."
