He kissed my thigh and I groaned again.
Then his mouth was right there.
My core ached more than I had ever imagined in my life.
“You’ve always been so fucking perfect, Amelia,” he said.
Hearing my name mixed with the warmth of his breath against my sex turned me into mush. My legs lost feeling and my hands grabbed for the sheets on his bed.
When I felt his tongue against me, my butt flexed, and my hips drove up at him.
Josh backed away and kept his motions slow.
He was teasing me.
Torturing me.
He was loving me.
I put my head back and let out a deep breath and melted into it.
His thumb began to make small swirls against my clit as his tongue savored my pussy. Moving masterfully, up and down, cutting left to right, thrusting forward with a pressure that made my core clench against him. He suckled against my folds, stealing all the nectar my body had to give, but because of who he was and what he did to me, the supply was endless.
My hips jerked forward and up as I felt a twisting pleasure rolling forward and down through my core. That pleasure seemed to wrap itself around my sex as it spread down my inner thighs and to the back of my legs.
Almost instantly Josh moved his hands to my hips. He gripped super tight, his thumb driving hard against my hip bone. He pushed me down to the bed and moved over me, taking full control of my body and my pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” I managed to groan, knowing there was no stopping the pleasure.
I was going to come.
My hands jumped from the bed to Josh’s hair. I made my fingers lock into the mess of his hair as I twisted and pulled, my body fighting to thrust forward harder against Josh's commanding pressure to keep me on the bed. The result was the most heart pounding and intense explosion of pleasure I’d ever felt.
In a way, I hated Josh for being able to do what he was doing to me.
I forgot all about the letter - all about Delilah - and was finally greedy for once.
It was about me. My body. The way it felt as the pulsing made my body move out of control… the same way Josh’s mouth moved with perfect control that felt like it was out of control.
It was impossible that he could be this good.
After the wave of pleasure came a wave of guilt.
Josh looked up at me with that same sexy, brooding look that he always had.
I wasn’t done with him.
He wasn’t done with me.
And I needed to know who Delilah was and what she meant to him.
Chapter 33
The Lines You See and Don’t
NOW
(Josh)
My lips tasted sweet, only because of her body.
It drove me wild as I kissed up her body, taking her shirt as I went, knowing I was far from done with her tonight. And as far as I could see, I was far from done with her tomorrow and the day after that one too.
She sat up on my bed as I took her shirt off.
She hurried to put her hands around my back, her nails taking a firm hold, wanting me right there. I put my fists to the bed and felt her kiss my chest. Her lips and tongue moving across my chest and down.
Amelia pushed at me and I stepped back, only to watch - and feel - her inching those little kisses of hers down my body. I took deep breaths, my cock throbbing inside my jeans. Everything I had once spoken to her and myself as trouble was now coming to life in a sense of reality that we both desperately needed.
I stepped back again, and Amelia moved to her knees before me.
With my right hand, I dug my fingers into her hair and moved it out of the way. My other hand hung next to my side, balled up tight.
Amelia was beautifully fierce, no hesitation, no looking up at me as she opened my jeans. Without a second to waste, she tugged them down, realizing that I was wearing nothing but those jeans as my thickness popped free for her taking.
Her hand gripped under my cock as she pressed her lips to my full tip. My hand curled tightly around her hair as I gritted my teeth. She had the power to destroy me in seconds, but there was no way I was letting this end too soon.
As her mouth eased over my fullness, her eyes looked up at me.
I never knew someone could go from innocent to seductive the way Amelia did.
My heart raced like it had done only once before in my life.
She moved her eyes down, focused on my body, inching her way down until there was no more room for her to take me. Her hand began to slide up and down, meeting her lips in a gentle motion.
She pulled back and moved away from me, letting her hand stroke up to my tip and then quickly back down to my root. She paused and gripped tightly, her mouth coming forward again. This time she challenged herself to take more of me. Watching her test her limits and beyond was beautiful and made me love her more.
Fuck. Amelia. I love you.
The words exploded in my brain and I caught myself using my left hand to guide her away from me. She did so and stared up at me, waiting for what I wanted next.
I bent enough so I could reach her. My hands moved around to the middle of her back and I twisted the clasp of her bra, the last piece of clothing separating her from being completely naked like she had been in the bathroom.
I lifted her by her sides, her full breasts gently bouncing as I placed her back on the bed.
I put my lips down to her ear and whispered, “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Right now. Hurry.”
My mind needed to hear nothing else as I came down and drove myself forward, feeling the swell of her body as I entered her.
It was one long and hard thrust as I took myself to the hilt.
Her body jerked forward. Her hips lifted up as she cried out, then tried to bite at my shoulder.
We were connected, finally fucking connected.
There was a second or two where I was actually afraid to move, not wanting to be rid of this feeling as she sheathed me so tightly. I was ready to explode again.
Amelia was killing me.
In the most beautiful way ever.
I kissed her neck as I pulled back and thrust forward.
I kissed up to her mouth and we lingered there, the tips of our noses touching, our eyes devouring one another.
I had her.
I was fucking her.
I was loving her.
My hands traveled up and down her sides. Feeling curves that a man could only ever dream of touching. Moving over her breasts, one at a time, feeling her hard nipples against the rough palms of my hands.
I dipped my mouth down to her left breast, tasting her warm skin.
I kissed up her neck, her head going back as she groaned with each thrust I offered her.
My speed naturally increased.
I was no longer able to control myself.
My thrusts became harder. My right hand slipped behind Amelia’s back and I held her. Her hands touched my lower back and pushed, wanting more. Just that notion of her body wanting more…
“I’m ready, love,” I warned her.
“Me too,” she whispered.
Our noses flirted one more time.
Then I kissed her.
And together, we had a moment that we would both never forget.
She was curled up in my favorite heavy blanket, sitting in the corner of the bed, holding a beer. She was naked under that blanket and if there was a sight more beautiful than this one, I would dare anyone in the world to challenge me.
Her hair was messy, and she didn’t give a damn about it.
Her eyes were sultry and flirty each time she looked at me.
I put my jeans back on and nothing else.
I casually sat down in front of an easel and just started to scribble. I knew Amelia was watching me and I didn’t mind. There was a time in my life that I would never work on anything - important or not - in front of another person.
And no, I wasn’t drawing a picture of her
.
Instead, I worked on some landscape ideas. More specifically, I was attempting to catch the right angle of a downhill sketch. It was a street both Amelia and I were familiar with. Except I was the one in control of the street. So, I left out a certain house on that street because of what it meant. Chances were that what I was working on would become nothing. I had a closet full of sketches and ideas that never panned out. That was just part of the life I lived.
“What are you working on?” Amelia asked.
“Nothing,” I said. I looked at her. “What are you working on, love?”
“Nothing,” she said.
She brought the beer bottle to her lips.
I grinned as my mind flashed images of where those lips had been.
I was hooked on Amelia. And not just from tonight. It was from a long time ago.
I scribbled a few more lines and then stuck my thumb to the paper and started to rub. It made a blurred black line that could work.
I stopped halfway across the page and realized what I was doing.
In a subtle and subconscious way, I was avoiding Amelia.
I stared at my black thumb and shook my head.
I was in love with her.
A real sense of love.
I had felt love before in my life. But it wasn't like this.
There were a few times when I had teetered on the line after meeting what could have been the right person. But I never moved over the line.
With Amelia, there was no line. It was just feeling.
All feeling.
I stood up and turned to face the bed.
There were words lingering on my lips that I never thought I would speak.
Amelia had always been my secret. My girl. The one I protected and the one I wanted to save.
Now she was in my bed.
And I loved her.
Except now she was sleeping.
Her head tilted to the right, her hair in her face.
I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
I snuck across my apartment and got out my camera.
Maybe I would catch some serious hell for taking a picture of Amelia sleeping, but so be it. Maybe there would come a day when we’d sit together and look at this picture and remember the night. What happened. And what it meant.
The camera clicked silently, and the image was forever captured on the memory card.
I put the camera on my dresser and carefully moved to the bed.
I took the drink out of Amelia’s hand and put it on the nightstand. I carefully slipped my hands under her body and eased her down to the bed. She let out a purring groan and sighed. I was instantly hard. I had to smile because I couldn’t believe what she was doing to me.
I tucked Amelia in.
I kissed her forehead.
With the back of my fingers I moved her hair out of her face.
She let out the same sound and I had to kiss her forehead one last time.
I slithered off the bed without her waking up.
I stood there and began to sift through a lot of thoughts.
I thought about Delaney crying at night. Picking her up and cradling her. Or when she lost her hair when she was sick, and I shaved my head to show her hair meant nothing. She told me my head looked like a crooked toe. I told her she looked beautiful.
I thought about Lilah living next to me. That first real gut punch of emotion and how losing her right after Delaney set the tone for what I figured was going to be the end of my life. I chose the path. I chose the ending. I just needed to get there.
The path became clearer when Gram got worse with Parkinson’s.
She cried when I had to feed her.
She cried when I showed her my artwork, wanting to make her smile.
I wanted the end to come sooner rather than later.
And that was the moment a girl appeared from nowhere.
A girl who was hurt, scared, feeling alone… a girl with blue eyes, curly hair, and a look that reminded me that my heart was still beating.
That girl was now a woman. And that woman was now in my bed.
My life was once again forever changed because of Amelia.
Chapter 34
The Touch of a Heart
NOW
(Amelia)
I was going to crawl over Josh to make coffee and ready myself to tell him about the letter I found. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wasn't sure I was physically going to be able to crawl over his body without craving what he had given me the night before.
Plus, I was naked.
And my clothes were on the floor, on the other side of Josh.
He was sound asleep on his back, looking like a wild dream.
I gently eased my left leg over him.
I could have crawled down the bed and off… but… you know…
Slowly, I lowered down and felt the bulge under the blankets.
I gasped as quietly as I could and started to move when his hands came to life and he grabbed my hips.
My right hand had been holding the blanket shut around my body like a giant towel.
But when he grabbed me, I put my hand down to the bed and the blanket opened.
So did Josh’s eyes.
I watched as his eyes moved down and back up.
That was followed by the sexiest grin I had ever seen on his face.
Oh… fuck…
His hands crept up and to the front of my body so he could get under the blanket and touch my bare skin. He did so without speaking a word and without blinking. His fingertips against my skin was the greatest good morning I could imagine. Then again, something told me the actual greatest morning was about to happen…
Josh slid the blanket down my body, his hands easing over the curve of my ass. He lifted me up, forcing me to go forward above him, my breasts hanging near his face. My hands were flat against the bed as I took deep breaths, not wanting to look pathetic as I panted with desperation.
His right hand moved to the front of my body again and dipped down below my belly button. As he crested along smooth skin toward freshly wet skin, my hips drove down, wanting his touch. That’s when he retreated with his hand, moving up my body until he cupped my breast. He massaged in a way that sent warm chills from my chest to between my thighs.
I groaned and shut my eyes for a second, realizing what was happening.
The benefit of spending the night with Josh was enjoying the morning with Josh.
I licked my lips and tried not to think about the last time I’d had this in the morning. Admitting how long it had been was kind of sad.
But it was happening now.
With his left hand, Josh forced the covers off the lower half of his body. He touched my hip again and brought me down to his thickness. He was definitely having a good morning and I wanted to make it great.
I gently rocked my hips forward and back against him, feeling my body pulsing, wanting him. I repeated the same motion a handful of times before Josh had both of his hands to my ass again, lifting me and placing himself against my core.
I gasped and readied myself, but there never really was a get ready when it came to Josh.
As he entered me, I relaxed and melted into him.
My elbows began to bend as I lowered down.
His right hand touched the back of my head and pulled at my hair in a loving way as he pulled me down for a sloppy good morning kiss. His left hand spread across my lower back as I began to lift and lower my hips. I stayed just like that too. Kissing Josh with random and messy kisses. My chest rubbing against his. My body rolling like a wave in the ocean cresting to the shore. My hips and sex taking control of his body. My toes curled tightly. My legs working hard and feeling warm and achy as I started to shake with pleasure.
Josh gently touched my face. My hair was a mess and was everywhere. He held me a few inches from his face, enough so our eyes could meet. He began to match my motion, thrusting up with caring force.
There were no words to speak at
that moment.
It was just our eyes. Our bodies.
It was the greatest morning of my life.
I collapsed to his chest and we both fell back asleep.
I wasn’t sure how I managed to do that with the way my heart raced.
When my eyes opened for the second time that morning, I bit my bottom lip and slowly lifted my head. Sleeping on Josh’s chest was officially my new favorite spot in the world. My second spot was the corner of his bed. In fact, everything about Josh’s apartment and life was my favorite spot. Quiet. Comforting. Almost hidden, even though it was all in plain view.
This time I managed to get out of the bed without Josh waking up. Although if he had woken up again and we decided to… you know… again, that would have been fine by me. I could have done it all day. Love each other. Sleep. Wake up. Do it again. At some point we would need to eat and drink, which all could be done through our phones by ordering whatever we wanted.
It was actually kind of perfect.
It was exactly what I wanted to do with Josh.
He and I together.
Just sleep and enjoy each other’s bodies.
Or when we actually did decide to wake up, he could sit and work on a new drawing and I could sit in the corner of his bed and write a new story. It left me tingling with excitement as I walked to the kitchen. My agent and I did not part on bad terms. When the book offer fell through, I was the one who decided not to shop my idea anywhere else. I was the one who told Marie I would need a break for a while. That it was just too much at once. She was kind about it. She was honest and stern telling me she could leverage the first offer to get another one. I just didn’t want it.
I made coffee and considered sending Marie an email right there on the spot.
But then something else overtook my thoughts.
Delilah.
The name that had been lingering in my mind and heart for a while now.
Josh had written that letter. All those beautiful and perfect words he had written for someone named Delilah. The letter I had been carrying around and reading… the letter that sparked my desire to write again…
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