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“I know.”
“Aren’t there other heaters?”
Wraith closed his eyes and shifted to get more comfortable, to keep his arousal away from her butt. “The others don’t work.”
“I see.”
“Why did you come to me, Amelia?” Wraith asked. “You aren’t afraid of the dark, are you?”
She turned to face him, her breath washing sweetly against his skin. “No. Not the dark per say.”
“Then why?”
She stared into his face for a long, silent moment. Wraith thought for sure she wouldn’t answer. But then she dropped her gaze. “I can’t seem to fall asleep without you,” she replied in a sheepish voice. “It’s stupid, I know. I just kept tossing and turning.”
Wraith was weak from her confession. Helplessly, he kissed her forehead, down between her eyes then the tip of her nose. Aside from the storm outside, Amelia’s exhalation filled the room. She squirmed closer to him and Wraith knew no matter how hard he fought, there was no resisting her. Taking her left hand, he dragged it over his bare chest, down to his abs and lower. He pressed her fingers intimately against him and growled at the sensation the pressure caused. “Squeeze.” He demanded hoarsely.
She obliged him, and he bit back the urge to shout her name.
“If you ever think I don’t find you sexy, Hummingbird, I want you to remember this moment. Remember how hard I am under your hand, how helpless I become when you touch me like this, and how wild I get when we make love.”
“Who said we’re making love?” Amelia asked. “What if I changed my mind?”
Wraith said nothing at first. He snaked a hand past the waist of her track pants and panties. He found her entrance with a finger and pressed it into her hot, wet tightness. After pumping the finger a couple of times making her gasp, he withdrew it and smiled. “I don’t think you’ve changed your mind, Hummingbird. Shall I prove it?”
She cradled his face and sought his lips. Inside his head, Wraith could feel himself buried deep inside her, feeling her squeezing him tightly. His arousal throbbed between his legs and it scared him. He had to hold onto some control. All those thoughts, however, evaporated when she rolled him to his back and pressed her beautiful breasts into his chest. He dropped his hands to the bed, clutching the sheets. Though he kissed her back with as much ferocity, he couldn’t touch her—not yet.
Wraith wrenched his lips from her and panted for breath. “I need you to do me a favour.”
“What?” Her voice was breathy, sexy. “Want to stop again?”
“No. Sit up.”
She did as he asked and Wraith shifted to get a little bit more comfortable under her body. He stretched a hand across to turn on the lamp by the bed. He needed to see her—all of her.
“Take off your shirt.”
Her eyes widened, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
Liam arched a brow. “I don’t get it. A second ago you were doing things to my mouth with your tongue that would have you burn as a witch back in the day and now you’re embarrassed?”
“Sorry.”
“Amelia, what...” He ran his hands over his face and inhaled deeply.
“I’m not used to this, okay?” Amelia explained.
“Are you a virgin?” Wraith asked. “Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
“No. And I do want to do it with you.”
Wraith laughed and covered his eyes with a palm. “You can’t do it until you can speak its name.”
She smacked him. “Don’t be a jerk. I’m just nervous.”
“Okay.” Wraith dropped his hands to the bed. “Tell you what. Why don’t you take off your top and show me those beautiful breasts? I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
“What if you don’t like what you see?”
