Page 16 of Love Me Forever

“Does this mean, we can have more of these weekends, too?” I ask.

“Of course it does, Gorgeous. I’m not letting you leave me, not now and not fucking ever.”

“I guess we better get ready for bed, what time do you fly out tomorrow?”

“The jet is taking off at nine, I am not looking forward to this. Not for one damn minute.”

“Come on grumpy, let’s get to bed then.”

I take his hand and lead him into the bedroom where we proceed to get ready for bed, knowing this will be my last night with him for a while.

Chapter Seventeen

Damien

“Amelia, Baby,” I say into the phone.

Fuck, I am so glad to be back home. What was supposed to be a few days turned into a solid week. I hated every god damn second of it. Justin and I now have candidates for the next partner. I’m not going through this bullshit again. Being away from Amelia, ate at my stomach. Her in that miniscule apartment by herself when she should be with me, always.

“Damien,” she whimpers back.

“Yea, Gorgeous. I’m on my way to you.”

“You’re home?”

“I am, you ready to be home with me?” I ask back.

“Without a doubt, this week has been the longest ever, I don’t think I’ve ever been this caught up before.”

We talked every chance we could, but not being able to hold her. That spot in my chest was not having any of that, she’s slowly becoming my fucking world.

“Good we won’t have to leave for a solid two days.” It’s now fucking Saturday. Six whole days I was away. Never in my thirty-six years did I ever think I’d be this gone for a woman, but I am. I’m not even ashamed to admit it either. I haven’t taken her yet, I know she needs nice and slow, but I need her, desperately. I yearn for her. I even found myself reaching for her only to find empty sheets in the hotel bed.

“I’m almost done here, I’ll pack a bag and head your way.”

“Sounds good, except I’m in front of the shop now,” I say into the phone. She hangs up and the next thing I know she’s jumping into my arms. I immediately wrap them around her as she grabs my face, pulling me to her, and kisses me deeply.

I take over the kiss, wanting nothing more but to devour her. When we both take a breath, we stand here, in the middle of the sidewalk, while the world goes on around us, but it’s the two of us in the here and now.

“Ready, Baby,” I say above a whisper. “Yea, my bag is by the door and everything is already turned off, all I have to do is lock the door.”

We lock up and get into the Jeep, heading straight for my house and that’s exactly what it is without her, just a house. With her in it, that’s when it will become a home. I can’t wait to get my hands back on her, to hold her, and to have her. I spoke to my mom several times this week, checking on her and talking to her about how I know Amelia is the one. I asked her for my great-grandmother’s ring.

Mom wasn’t as shocked as I thought she’d be and when I said something she just said “When you know, you really know. I can’t wait to meet her and for the love of all things holy, make me some grandbabies.”

I chuckled telling her I loved her and got off the phone.

We make it into the house and Amelia drops her bag by the kitchen table before she’s turning around and crooking her finger my way. Her wish is my command. I follow her lead. I’m not sure where the shy Amelia went, but I am not fucking complaining. She’s walking towards the bedroom slowly stripping out of her clothes. Her shoes go first, then her top. She slowly unzips her skirt and steps out of it. Leaving her in only a pair of deep red panties and bra set. Her ass is only accentuated with her boy short like panties and when she tosses a saucy grin my way and slowly unsnaps her bra. It’s game-fucking-over and I go toward her lightning fast.

My body presses up against hers, her back to my front. My hands go to the front of her body slowly gliding up toward her perfect tits. They’re more than a handful, firm, and her nipples are pebbled and ready. We walk together to the bed, my hands still firmly planted on her and playing with her nipples, her head arched and laying on my shoulder. I slowly take one hand away and she whimpers in need. I know what she needs, she needs my hand on her pussy. My hand slides into her panties, feeling her bare skin on my finger tips and her wetness coating me. I grunt, “Fuck, Amelia. This pussy is mine.” And I slide a finger inside her, I want my dick there and it’s only a matter of time until that happens.

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