rubbed her hand through the spattering of hair on his chest. Her fingers circled his small tan areolas. Nick hissed in a breath and stared at her with nothing short of hunger in his gaze.
He took his time crawling over her body; his gaze flicked down to where she chewed on her lower lip. Amelia looked between their bodies, seeing all that virility hanging between them, teasing her. She swallowed back the desperation building in her. How could she show him patience when what she wanted was so near?
âTake me.â Her voice wasnât her own; it was sultry, sexy, an erotic demand that he own her. âTake me . . . now.â
He fisted his hand around the root of his cock and brought it to her entrance . . . torturously slow.
âIâve waited for this all day,â he said and then slammed deep inside her.
Ameliaâs back arched off the bed, her whole body opening like a flower to a bee, pulling him in deeper as her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and her pelvis tilted upward in supplication. The scruff of his beard abraded her neck, yet his lips were soft along her collarbone as he licked the sweat from her skin.
With one hand sinking into her hair at her nape to hold her tight, Nick pulled back only to thrust deeper. The air left her lungs with each slam of his body into hers. Neck arched, body bowed, she gave him free rein over their pleasure as he plowed into her until they could scarcely catch a breath between them.
Their teeth clanked as their tongues tangled in a kiss that consumed their cries of rapture. Amelia was lost to him. Lost to herself. All she knew, as they drew closer to their peak, was that when they were in each otherâs arms, everything was perfect and right between them.
Her nails carved crescent moons into the scarred flesh of his back. Nickâs hand gripped the back of her head tighter, angling it just so that he could thrust his tongue as deep into her mouth as his cock plundered into her core. She was breathless and had no choice but to relinquish the last vestiges of control to him.
He let her go only to reach between their bodies and flick his thumb across her clitoris, his gaze rapt. He was waiting for her pleasure to rise before giving himself completely over to her. Waiting for her completion, and she wanted to give it to him but was locked in the perfectness of the moment.
Amelia strained toward that precipice of pleasure so profound she knew it would render her immobile for what remained of their afternoon. Still, she stretched closer to the bliss he so freely wanted her to have. He stared down at her, his lips red from their violent kisses in their attempt to devour each other. When her eyes caught on his sharp gaze, so filled with satiation and desire, she crashed through the barrier of her desire.
Amelia thrashed beneath him, her body desperate to move, to ride out the eroticism of the moment as he fucked her like a man bent on one end, now that she was taken care of. She fairly vibrated around him as he took her over and over again, her body unfurling in a need so great she thought she might die from the pleasure, and then he let go with a shout as he stilled inside her, his seed spilling hot and deep.
Their breaths mingled and teased as their kisses gentled, and he took the weight of his body on his arms, resting on either side of her.
Nick brushed the hair back from her forehead. âAre you all right?â
She nodded and gave him a sultry smile as she arched her back and stretched out like an indulgent cat beneath him. He palmed her thigh in languid strokes, just as reluctant to pull out of her as she was for him to break the perfect moment that had exploded between them.
Amelia trailed her index finger down the side of his jaw, scratching her nail through the neat beard she so loved on him and despised on all other men. The scruff added a certain animalistic quality to him.
She dipped her finger into his mouth, which he sucked and