Page 67 of Must Be Love - Irresistible Bachelors

For a brief second, I wonder if Amber knows my secret. There’s no way she could have found out. Very few people know what I did to that serum, and none of them would have shared the information with Amber.

That means it’s a different problem altogether. If she won’t talk to me about it, I have no way of knowing what it is.

I’m sure Amber needs time. She’ll come to me when she’s ready to discuss the heavy cloud falling over us.

Beside me, she yawns, trying and failing to hide her fatigue.

“It’s getting late,” I say.

Amber slowly sits up. “Yeah, you’re right. I should probably be getting home.”

“You don’t have to leave.”

The words tumble from my lips before I can stop them. Not that I want to stop them. What I want is for Amber to stay in my arms a few moments longer, just in case we don’t have much time left. If what is bothering her doesn’t break us, my secret might.

“I don’t know, AJ.”

“Stay with me.”

Amber meets my eyes. I don’t know what she’s looking for or if she finds it, but she finally says, “Okay.”

I grin and kiss her softly.

“Good. I’ve been wanting you to spend the night since we started this. I want to wake up next to you.”

“I want that, too,” she says. Then her face falls. “But I don’t have anything to sleep in!”

I laugh. “That’s your big concern?”

“Have you ever slept in jeans? It’s not comfortable. I should’ve packed pajamas, just in case.”

“I have sweatpants you can wear, but I don’t think you’ll be needing clothes.”

Amber blushes. “Is that so?”

“Mm-hm. I like to sleep naked. I think you’ll like it, too.”

She giggles. “I think you’re right.”

The remaining tension between us melts away. I stand from my chair and yank Amber up, too. We kiss the way we kissed earlier, before the stress of the day and whatever else is on her mind turned Amber’s mood sour.

Our tongues dance together. Her fingers find the hem of my shirt and graze the skin just below. Can she feel the hard-on in my jeans pressing against her? It would be impossible to miss.

“Shall we go upstairs?” I ask when it’s time to come up for air.

Amber nods. I take her hand and lead her to my bedroom on the second floor. I’m glad I picked up the clothes I’d strewn around last weekend. I’m not a messy person, but I’m not always the cleanest, either.

Amber stands at the foot of my California king-sized bed. Her eyes dart around the room like she’s not sure what she’s supposed to do.

I kiss her again, softly this time. Her fingers grip my shirt like a lifeline.

“I want you so bad, baby,” I say.

She looks up at me with lust in her eyes. “Then take me.”

And take her I will. I lift her shirt up over her head and let it fall to the ground. She won’t be needing that tonight. It’ll only get in the way of what I want to do with her.

My hands cup her huge breasts. They’re much more than a palmful. Exactly the way I like them.

She lets out a soft purr when my finger grazes against her bra-clad nipple. I reach around her back to unclip the bra. She won’t be needing that, either.

Slowly, I lean Amber back so that she’s lying down on the bed. I take off my own shirt and crawl up next to her, kissing from the waistband of her jeans up between her breasts, finally settling behind her ear. For some reason, that spot drives her crazy.

I dip my hand between her legs. I can feel how wet she is through her jeans. My girl is ready and waiting for me. Has she been thinking about this all night like I have? The thought causes my cock to twitch in my pants.

I get up from the bed and remove our pants and underwear, leaving us completely naked together. Lying back down, I run my hands over her smooth, gorgeous legs.

We kiss when I make my way back beside her. My fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her as close as humanly possible. It’s still not enough.

She adjusts her body so that one leg is strewn over mine. Her damp pussy rubs against my thigh.

Fuck. Does Amber know what she’s doing to me? One look at her grin answers that question. She’s enjoying the torture as much as I am.

My hands can’t get enough of Amber. I move from her hands to her breasts to her thighs, taking in all of her. Our previous times together have been hurried. I get to take my time with her tonight.

Amber giggles.

“What?” I ask.

“This is our first time in a bed,” she says. “That’s funny to me.”

That thought had occurred to me. It’s about time we made our way to a more comfortable place for sex. Not that the couch in the bowling alley was terrible. It just wasn’t as nice as my mattress, which has extra padding over its already soft pillow top.

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