Page 64 of Conception
This is when our carefree, no-strings-attached bullshit morphs into something more profound. What that something is, exactly, I’m not sure. I shouldn’t be surprised. Though we’ve both professed not wanting anything serious, for both our futures’ sakes, we’re fooling ourselves.
We’ve been racing down this highway, going 120 miles an hour. The inevitable collision between our heads and our hearts looms over us with each day that passes. And now that we’re here, the last thing I want to do is hit the brakes.
So I opt for distraction.
Wicked, hot, sinful-as-hell distraction in the form of a petite, gorgeous, green-eyed vixen I’ll never get enough of and already know I’ll have a helluva a time leaving behind.
“Amelia,” I whisper, pushing her damp hair back from her face.
She squeezes her eyes shut briefly, her expression guarded as they open. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just… I haven’t talked about them with anyone in a long time. Not even Robert. It just brought all my emotions to the surface. I’ll be right as rain once we’re back on dry land.”
When she shivers, I’m eager to return things back to normal. Without a word, I grab the hem of my wet T-shirt and whip it over my head.
“Knox, what are you doing?”
I take her hand, hauling her up with me. Then I discard the rest of my wet clothes and put them in a pile on the ground. “What does it look like? I’m warming you up.”
Her lips quirk up when she glances at my crotch. I’m practically hard twenty-four-seven when it comes to her, so it’s no surprise I’m raring to go.
“Someone doesn’t appear to be so cold,” she teases before slowly backing away from me. She’s challenging me, as if she wants the chase, and fucking hell if I don’t want it, too.
“Consider me hot and bothered. Now, take off your shorts and get your ass over here.”
“Knox! We can’t have sex in a cave!” she protests.
I toss her a devilish grin. “Wanna bet?”
“I thought you swore off betting when Sam almost won a chance to drive your ’Bird?” she reminds me before dissolving into a fit of giggles.
I wince at the reminder, not nearly as amused as she is.
Enough talking.
With a muttered curse, I step towards her. She takes a step back. We play this cat-and-mouse game until her back’s against the cave entrance and her only choices are to go out into the rain and get wet or to come to me and become drenched.
With a squeal, she darts towards me. I catch her by placing my hands on her hips, and before she can protest, my lips crash down on hers. Hoping to drown out the storm, thoughts of her parents, and, hell, the rest of the world, I invade her mouth with my tongue, plunging in, colliding with hers, taking in the taste of her. She’s a delicacy I’m already far too addicted to.
Her wet hands slide up my chest, her thumb toying with hardened nipples. I shudder at her touch, groaning when her lips turn up into a grin. She wrenches her mouth away from mine, her breath coming in heaving gulps. Haughty, green eyes glance mischievously up at me from under wet lashes.
“Thought you weren’t cold,” she teases.
My hand slips around to the small of her back, pulling her into my ever-growing erection. “Not cold, babe. Fucking aroused.”
And then Amelia bursts into another fit of giggles and pushes against my chest, forcing me a step back. “Knox, men don’t say the word aroused,” she informs me.
Undeterred, I move forward, gliding my hands up her arms until they can rest on her shoulders and I can turn her around so her back is to my chest. I nip at her earlobe, tugging the flesh into mouth with suction, just like I’m aching to do to her clit. “No?” I ask before drawing my tongue along the shell of her ear while fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “What about enticed?”
She trembles. Fuck, what that sensation does to me.
I draw the soaked material up and over her head, tossing it to the side with a halfhearted thought of where it’ll land. One tiny yank of the bikini top strings bares her perfect breasts, which heave with each deep breath she takes. One glance down and I’m rock fucking hard. If there’s a better pair of tits in this world, I’ve never seen them.
“Knox,” she whispers, her hips squirming as one hand plays with each breast while the other trails down her flat belly to the button of her shorts. “Faster.”
I flip the button out of its hole and pause.
She squirms again. “Please.”
“Are you aroused, Amelia?”
