I bring our hands up to my mouth and kiss her fingers. I hold her hand the whole time she turns off the rest of the lights. We don’t say anything as she locks the door, and I walk to the truck. I open the door for her and help her in, then walk to my side. She holds my hand while I drive to her house.
I put the truck in park and look over at her. She is looking down at her hands in her lap. "Talk to me," I say.
Her hand reaches for the handle of the truck, and she opens it. I follow her out, and when we get to her front door, she unlocks it and walks in. She waits for me to enter before closing the door behind her. "I didn’t want to do this outside," she says, “because I know the cameras are watching."
I’m so mesmerized by her that I didn’t even think about the cameras outside. The only thing I could think about was her and what was going through her mind. "I didn’t even think of that," I say honestly, and she comes to me. My back is against the door, and the only light is coming from the small side table lamp in the living room.
Her hand comes up to touch my chest, the palm of her hand flat against my chest. She can feel my heart pounding. "I want it," she says softly. "Everything you said." Her hand moves from my chest to my shoulder. "All the things you said you wanted to do to me." She swallows. "I want to do them. I want to kiss you until you snap and take me." She steps in just a touch more, and our chests are almost touching. "I want you to take me to bed." Her nose nuzzles my neck, and then she kisses me softly. My whole body melts under her touch.
"I want to worship you," I finally say, my voice trembling. "I want to worship every part of you."
I look into her eyes as she takes the step to close the distance between us. Two words is all it takes for me to finally snap. "I’m yours."
Chapter 24
Amelia
I take the biggest leap of my life, looking into his brown eyes. "I’m yours," I say. "Make me yours." He growls, bending his knees, his hands go to my hips. In a blink of an eye, my back is against the cold door, and his mouth is on mine. When his tongue meets mine, I think I actually sigh. My hands go to his hips while he attacks my mouth. There is no mistaking this kiss; it’s all I want and need. I’ve never been kissed like this. In all my life, I’ve never imagined that a kiss could be like this. That one kiss could rock your whole world and make you lose control.
His hands go to my waist as he grips my shirt in his fists. My own hands move to his shirt. Pulling it up, I put my hand on his skin. Every time I’ve kissed him this week, I’ve wanted to run my hands all over him. I’ve wanted to have him on top of me and feel his skin on mine. He moves his head to the left and then to the right, each time trying to deepen the kiss. I rake my nails up his back, and he groans. My mouth swallows his groan as his hand moves up my side and cups my tit. I let go of his mouth to take in the sensation of him. "Baby," he whispers. Attacking my neck, he pushes me harder into the door. His cock presses right on my stomach, and I move on my tippy-toes to have him angle right where I need him to be.
I press into him, and before you know it, he has me picked up, my legs going around his waist. I pull his shirt up. "I want to feel you," I say as he moves to give me access to take his shirt off. I bend down and kiss his chest. I cross my arms and pull my shirt over my head, leaving me with nothing but my black bra. His eyes turn from a deep brown to almost black. "I want to feel your skin on mine," I admit.
"Anything," he says. Bringing his mouth to my neck, he sucks in and bites down just a touch, and the sensation goes through my body all the way to the end of my toes. He comes back to my mouth, my mouth opening for him and my hands go up by my head, my knuckles hitting the door. His mouth leaves mine, and my eyes slowly open to see him go to my neck. I move my head to the side, giving him as much access as he wants. His kisses trail toward my collarbone, and the black bra strap slides down. His tongue comes out as he trails it to the swell of my breast. "Perfection," he says, pushing his hips into me while his hands cup both my tits. "Fucking perfect," he says, pushing the cups down. "And fucking mine." He bends to take a nipple into his mouth. My back arches and my hips move up and down on their own. He moves from the right nipple to the left, biting down and then sucking in. His thumb and index finger rolling the nipple he just left. "Right here," he says, sucking the area right next to my nipple into his mouth. He lets go of it and looks down at the red mark. "Mine."