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Wouldn’t I like to know, babe. But the thought stays in my head.

I don’t want to destroy this night with some stupid comment. I’m actually having fun and enjoying this.

I am enjoying her easy-going manner, having her curled next to me while watching stupid shows I don’t even care about with her silly dog, who has some kind of crush on me, sitting in my lap, and my dog curled under our feet snoring lightly.

“We were just enjoying the show together,” I point out lamely, but it’s the best thing I’ve got.

“Why are you so close to me?” she asks, her voice low and husky.

“I could ask the same question.” I let my fingers move upwards from her shoulder, slowly caressing her exposed collarbone and up her neck. “Why are you so close to me, little one?” I lean closer, my lips almost touching hers.

My fingers curl around her neck, not giving her an option to escape me, although it doesn’t look like she’s ready or even wants to do that.

My lips hover over hers, trying to prolong the anticipation and excitement. The blood in my veins runs faster, and my heartbeat rises. Her chest rises and falls unevenly so I know she must feel the same way.

“Are you going to do it?” she questions, her lips barely touching mine. It’s like a sweet torture to have her so close, but not doing anything to actually kiss her.

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

The way she says it, it’s not a question. It’s a fact. In her little, proper world, it is almost a demand. I feel the corner of my lips lift in amusement.

Lowering my lips to hers, I don’t break eye contact. She doesn’t either. My eyes hold hers hostage, or maybe it’s the other way around, but I’m just too stupid to notice it. Maybe it’s her that’s holding me hostage and I can’t do anything about it.

This is something completely different from anything I’ve done before.

It’s raw and more intimate.

I look at her, the way her eyes melt and darken at the same time. My lips slowly but firmly press against hers in a closemouthed kiss. I nibble at her lower lip slowly, softly, seducing her into opening her mouth for me.

And when she does I slowly slip my tongue inside.

She moans, the sound coming from deep in her throat.

Soft.

Sexy.

I groan in agreement and pleasure. Closing our eyes we keep kissing.

Slow, wet kisses.

My hand is tangled in her hair while one of hers is gripping my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. It feels like she wants to breathe me in and never let go.

Desperate need fills every cell in my body. My hands roam her body and trace the curve of her hip. My fingers find a way to slide under the hem of her loose sweatshirt and caress the softness of her flat stomach.

Amelia shivers under my touch, and I groan in need. My dick stands at attention, tenting my sweats, wanting to get out.

I want to lay her down on this coach, throw away our clothes and all these silly pillows, and I want to bury myself in her. I want to taste her and touch her. I want to feel her silky heat wrap around my cock and squeeze tightly, not letting me go.

I didn’t even know how much I want it, how much Ineedit. Needher.

Her soft body in my arms. Those sweet, sweet lips kissing mine. Saying my name. Begging me to make her feel good. To bring her pleasure.

But not like this. Not now. Not today.

Amelia is finally letting go, inviting me in. I don’t want to scare her off, so I make myself take a breath and release her lips from mine.

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