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I moan and rise against him.

“I’m going to make you come, Amelia.” His voice is deep and full of need.

A shiver runs down my back.

His hand lets go of my breast and keeps going down.

Yes.

I want to ask him why. I want to ask him how he feels about me. I want to know his intentions.

But I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want to say something that’ll make him change his mind.

So, I kiss him harder instead.

And when his hand goes under my skirt and strokes the inside of my thighs, I open my legs for him. Eager for so much more.

His fingertips graze my underwear.

“So wet for me already,” he mumbles against my mouth, his fingers rubbing up and down my folds.

My entire body warms.

I answer by pushing my tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch of it.

He growls, pushes my underwear to the side, and brings his fingers to my entrance.

I push my hips up and he sinks in, pumping in and out until he’s knuckle-deep inside me, the tip of his thumb drawing circles around my clit.

I can’t stop making little sounds that interrupt our kissing every time he pushes in. My hands grip onto his arm and the back of his head, my muscles so tense I worry I may be hurting him.

But he doesn’t complain, he licks and sucks at my neck, and every once in a while a guttural growl escapes him that has my spine tingling.

“Please,” I beg, ridding his hand hard.

“Take your time, Amelia. I’m here. I’m not stopping.”

Joy fills my chest, and I kiss him again, when a drop falls on my face, then my bare legs.

“It’s raining,” I gasp.

“Then we’ll get wet.”

His fingers curl inside me, hitting a spot that has me meowing.

“I’m not stopping until you come all over my fingers, Ames.”

I shiver and tense and focus on the growing need that builds and builds.

I’m so close.

“I’ve got you.”

Honk, honk.

I try to sit up at the sound of a car honking, but Blake’s body is in the way.

Rusty barks and another dog answers him.