Page 63 of The Best Bad Decision

I kiss her jaw again, licking and sucking at her skin in a way I know drives her crazy.

“Yes,” she hisses. “Fuck, yes.”

She brings a hand down to her pussy and as she reaches her clit, I bat it away.

“Not this time,” I tell her. “This time, this greedy little pussy is mine and mine alone.”

She whimpers, pushing her tits against the tile along with her head. She raises her hand to her nipples and I bat it away again.

“Hands off, beautiful,” I warn. “These pretty tits are mine, too.”

“Don’t make me beg,” she whines, rocking her hips against me as I thrust slowly. By teasing her, I’m teasing myself too. I’m desperate for release but the way Amie’s body is reacting to mine is the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. I bring my fingers from her folds to her clit and press hard, giving her the pressure and relief she’s been seeking. She moans long and loud and the sound sends a zing straight to my cock. I lose my slow and steady rhythm and instead, thrust hard and fast, rubbing her clit with one hand and rolling a nipple between my fingers with the other.

“This body is mine,” I tell her, my mouth right next to her ear. “You’re mine.”

She hums an agreement and moans again, throwing her head back against my shoulder. A pink flush colours her skin from head to toe.

“Say it, Amie,” I command.

“Yours,” she cries as I roll her nipple between my fingers. “I’m yours.”

“You’re mine,” I affirm. “Mine, Amie. Fuck. You’re mine.”

The way I need her, the need to be deeper, closer, the desperation for her to be so close she’s practically inside my skin—it’s all-consuming.

We’ve had sex before, obviously, but not like this. Nothing has ever felt like this. I feel like I’m flying, floating out of my skin and above the ground. I buck my hips, thrusting hard, my balls slapping against Amie’s ass as she presses her arms against the tiled wall.

My limbs buzz and my vision twists and blurs. I come with a yell, pouring into her as her pussy squeezes me tight. She screams my name through her own orgasm, her head tipped back against my shoulder and her eyes closed, lips pink and pouty and swollen, thoroughly kissed. I rock forward as I crash back down to earth, covering her body with mine and resting against the tile. It’s cool and soothing against my overheated skin and I hold my head there for a moment, breathing heavily.

“That was…”

“Wow,” she answers, still breathless.

“Amazing,” I try.

“Mind-blowing.”

“Earth-shattering.”

We laugh, and we lock eyes, faces side by side against the wall. I kiss her softly and she smiles the sweetest smile as I tug her under the shower spray. I take her face in my hands and press a kiss to her forehead, then pull her into my arms and just hold her.

The sex is fantastic, but there’s nothing quite like the way it feels to hold Amie Caine in my arms. Especially when she lifts her arms to wrap them around my back, squeezing my shoulder blades with her fingertips and pressing a kiss into my chest.

I’m pretty sure I’m in love with this woman.

thirty-four

Amie

“You’re so fucking beautiful,”he whispers. We’re lying in bed facing each other, finally sated and clean after three of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. His plaid pyjama pants are low on his hips and his bare chest emanates heat I can feel through my thin pyjamas.

He’s looking at me with stars in his eyes again, like he can’t believe I’m really here. He looks like he’s awestruck, and I shiver beneath the intensity his gaze. He looks like he might love me, and that thought sends a raging storm through my veins and deep into my belly. He reaches up a hand and traces my cheekbone with a gentle finger.

“I don’t know what we’re doing,” I whisper. “I don’t know—I don’t know what this is.”

“Me either,” he admits. “But you feel it, don’t you? Amie, tell me you feel this. Tell me you want this.” His voice drops to a whisper, pleading. His eyes are wide.

I nod. Oh god, do I feel it. I’ve never felt anything like it. From the way I was drawn to him in Singapore like a moth to a flame, to the way he managed to find me again in Santiago, and the way we’ve talked about everything and nothing on the phone every single nightsince. The way he loves Maisy. The way he treats us both like precious treasure. The way he sees me for me. The way he always has done.

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