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Her face falls. “Is something wrong?”
I chuckle. “Not in the least. What I’m trying to say is that Iknow I’ve shown you, or at least I’ve tried, how much you mean to me. I hope you know that you are very important to me. And while it may be early in saying this, I have to tell you that I love you. I think I have loved you from the minute that you stamped your foot at me when you found out I was living here. You are this little bundle of fire and spice. I’ve never felt like this about anyone else so fast and I think that’s because with you and me, it’s right.
“Which is why I’m not afraid to tell you that I love you.” I swallow, watching the tears form in her eyes as I speak. “You are under no obligation to say it back to me. I wanted you to know how much you mean to me. Because, Amelia, peach, you mean the world to me.”
“Wow,” Amelia says, wiping at her eyes. “I thought maybe that it was just me who was feeling such strong feelings for you so quickly. But it’s not. You feel it too.”
“I do. I feel it to. I love you.” I tell her again. I would say it again and again if I didn’t think it would send her running in the other direction because I’m smothering her.
“I love you too, Dexter. There’s no one who has made me feel as safe and loved as you have.” She rises and scoots herself over to me. “You are the best thing that I have ever been forced to live with.”
I chuckle at her choice of words. “I don’t come off so well in that last statement.”
“Shut up, football, I mean that as a compliment.” She leans in and captures my lips.
Amelia’s kiss is hungry and desperate for me. So much that she’s clinging to the collar of my polo pulling me closer to her, as close as she can get me from this position.
I pull back and say, “Are you ready to move onto the dessert portion of this evening?”
“I am, but I’m not talking about brownies, Dex. I want you.”
“As if I could ever deny you.” I rise and pull her gently to me. “Let’s take you to bed, peach.”
Carefully, I move us away from the table and pick her up bridal style. She melts into my arms, her eyes locked on mine. “It’s finally my turn to eat you,” I tell her as I walk her slowly and carefully down the hallway to my bed.
Chapter Thirty-One
~AMELIA~
When we reach his room, I notice that the light beside his bed is already turned on. I gasp when I see the bed; it’s covered in red rose petals.
“Dex,” I breath out.
“Yes, peach?”
“You did all this for me?”
“Of course I did. Like I said, I want to show you just how much you mean to me,” he tells me, resting me gently in the middle of the bed. “Tonight is about me laying you down and taking my time with you.”
My body heats with anticipation and the warmth grows when he pulls his Blaze polo over his head and gives me the delicious view of his toned abs and that ridiculous “v” that turns me on. I want to run my tongue over every inch of it. I know he said he’ll be eating me tonight, but I wonder if I’m allowed to get a lick of him too. I started to our first night and I want to finish the job.
Dex crawls up me so that he’s hovering lightly over me. “Lie back, peach.” When I don’t move he gives me a light shove. “I’m going to need you to get better at listening tonight.”
I giggle. “Whatever you say, football.”
Dex’s lips cover mine and they begin the delicious dance of moving together. I grant his tongue access into my mouth, and he lightly dances his tongue with mine. He gently bites my lip and moves off them to begin his descent down my body. He is lightly placing kisses along my neck and making his way to my breasts. He’s causing a fire to burn down the path that his lips are taking. If he doesn’t place a hand on me soon, I feel like I might combust.
“Dex,” I moan out, my voice coming out full of need.
“I’m going to take care of you, peach, you have to let me take my time.”
Slowly the hem of my shirt comes up, and he nips at my stomach all the way up to my breasts. His hands push the shirt up further and he greedily takes in my breasts. “I love this sight. I will never get tired of seeing your glorious curves and breasts on display for me.”
I swallow, unsure of how to answer him. But I don’t need to because he’s pulled down a cup of my bra and taken my nipple in his mouth. Nipping at it once before sucking on it. “Holy shit,” I say throwing my head back. “Oh god,” I moan out again and again.
“Not god, darling, me and you in this room. Although I appreciate the praise.” He shoots me a sexy wink before he grabs the edge of my shirt and pulls it over my head. His hand slides behind me and pops the clasp of my bra, setting them free.
He goes back to traveling a line of kisses down my neck before finding my breasts again. He drags his tongue across each nipple before kneading them in his hands. He’s turning me on so effectively that I’m a ball of need and want.
