Where the Streets have no Name

by Taylor, Danielle

  “Really?”

  Surprised to hear shock in her voice, Daniel turned to his side, studying her expression. A storm of unease churned in her blue eyes. Then admitting how much he wanted her didn’t seem like such a horrid idea. “Really.”

  He swore her eyes darkened a shade or two.

  Amelia sat up and prodded him in the ribs. “Get up. Let’s find a place to stay for the night.”

  Now he wore the shocked expression. Daniel did as she bid him and helped her up and back to the car. They stopped at a small inn further up the road. Neither spoke a word on the way inside and up to the front desk where they were welcomed by a woman in her late forties.

  “Welcome! How may I help you?”

  “We’d like a room for the night,” Amelia said.

  “Certainly.” The woman tapped away at her computer for a second or two, through it felt like an hour. “We’ve got a few rooms available; some overlooking St. George’s Channel–”

  “Just one is fine.” Amelia thrust her card at the woman, ending the debate.

  Jaysus, this had to be a sign. Didn’t it? She wanted him, much as he wanted her. Didn’t she?

  Daniel shoved a nervous hand through his hair. Damn, but he hadn’t a bloody clue what to think or do here. So he did what he knew, what he’d been doing since the moment he got into Amelia’s car; he helped her. Helped her up the narrow stairway to their room.

  His palms were sweaty. Pulse rampant. He didn’t even think about his erection straining against the fly of his jeans but thanked the fates he had Amelia in front of him blocking the older woman’s view of his arousal.

  “Can we have dinner delivered to the room?” Amelia asked when they reached the door.

  “Er, I suppose, if you ring the desk in about…” She glanced at her watch “…two and a half hours.”

  “Perfect,” Amelia said. “We’ll call then. Thank you.”

  The door shut, leaving them alone. She gave him a look; one single flash of those deep blue eyes and all of the fight went out of him then. He surrendered to the inevitable. No mind that he spent half his life locked away, or that she was so perfect his soul would spend a thousand years begging just for one last kiss.

  There was only Amelia. He saw only her. Felt only her. The warmth emanating from her body. The scent of apples and honey and wildflowers teasing his senses.

  No more resisting. No need to resist.

  Daniel ceased to think.

  He took Amelia in his grip, holding her body flush to his. Her arms were around his neck before he took his next breath. His lips came down on hers forcefully and he invaded the warmth of her mouth with no attempt at gentleness or finesse. He wanted to see how she’d react, to see if she needed him in the same raw and overwhelming way he needed her. If she didn’t, he meant to frighten her off.

  Amelia’s hands grabbed at his shoulders, clutching, fumbling for more, like she couldn’t get enough of him. Her tongue met his thrust for thrust and she moaned, the sound vibrating through him, shooing a punch of desire to his cock so strong he didn’t know if he’d survive this. The kiss went from zero to sixty in less than a split second. She made him powerless to anything but to accept what they had and give in to desire.

  He never knew a kiss could be so intimate, so full of unspoken promises. Daniel’s fingertips traced her face, memorising every inch of her soft, exquisite beauty. The silky-smooth contours of her cheekbones, the delicate angles of her jaw. Amelia splayed her fingers through his hair, arching her body closer to his.

  Placing her down on the bed, Daniel took in the lengthy masses of her dark hair, teased by his hands moving through them; the murky twin pools of her eyes, gazing up at him with adoration he didn’t deserve; flushed skin and lips swollen from his kisses. By god, he’d never seen such a bonny lass. No, not just bonny. Amelia was nothing less than an angel of beauty.

  She reached up to cup his jaw, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. The lass turned him inside out. She reached to the very heart of him and made herself at home. And damn it all, but he couldn’t resist her. Truth be told, he didn’t want to.

  Daniel took his time unwrapping her from the layers she wore. It was like every Christmas and birthday he missed were here and now, and he relished each second. The snick-snick-snick of her cardigan zipper, revealing full rounded breasts topped with stiff, peaked nipples covered by a thin white vest-top and lacy white bra came first. Hell, she made his tongue swell in his mouth and his cock throb in his trousers.

  She rested on the mattress, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. Overcome by a soul-deep need to please her, he lowered his head and took one of her stiff, puckered nipples into his mouth, sucking through the fabric. Amelia released a low, sensual moan, arching her back, thrusting more of her breast into his mouth. Daniel moved a hand to her other nipple and brushed his thumb back and forth over the stiff peak.

  Tremors shook her body, stoking his desire tenfold. Hunger ripped through him like a typhoon, rampaging in his blood, all of which headed south to fill his erection. A switch was flicked; the most base and primal urges, written into his genetic code over thousands of years, came to life. Daniel thrust his cock at the juncture of her thighs, sliding his covered erection over her covered entrance. Her heat nearly killed him.

  “I…” he gasped, sinking his forehead between her breasts. “Amelia, God I…I’m trying to go slow here. I really am.”

  Soft fingertips threaded through his hair, massaging in gentle but firm circles. “It’s okay, Daniel.” Her hips raised, grinding her pussy against his arousal. Amelia moaned. “I want this, Daniel, so much. With you. I want you to finish what you started a few minutes ago, and I don’t want you to stop. Don’t want you to hold back.”

  Amelia’s sweet distinct fragrance filled his senses and he breathed her in deep, trying to commit her essence to memory. At her admission, Daniel steadied his hands. He needed her with a single purpose that bordered on ferocity. He needed her like he needed life. She was life. She was his.

  Sliding his fingers down her shoulders, he reached the hem of her vest top, peeling the fabric over her head. She rested on the pillows, propped up by her elbows, staring up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. White lace covered her full creamy breasts, giving him an almost completely unobstructed view of her dusky rose nipples drawn to stiff peaks.

  He ran his thumbs over her nipples and she arched beneath him, breaths coming in choppy, shuddering gasps. The sound shot the rest of his blood to his groin. Daniel couldn’t wait any longer. He had to see her. All of her.

  The jeans came next, landing on the floor. She had matching white lace panties on and where he knelt, near the edge of the bed, he caught the scent of her arousal. Daniel growled and descended on her like a tiger who just caught his mate.

  Suddenly Amelia had nothing on and Daniel’s mouth covered her, just like he’d done the other morning. Within seconds of his tongue lapping at her clit and his fingers probing her core, Amelia broke apart, crying out his name as the orgasm crashed into her. She shook in his embrace, riding out the final waves of her climax while his tongue and fingers slowed their assault. When he stilled, she lay in his arms trying to catch her breath.

  Then he moved up her body, shedding his jeans on the way to capture her lips. Everything within her became centered on Daniel. The taste of him. The feel of his mouth pressed to hers. The invasive darting of his tongue, and the possessive sweep of his hands down her back and over her hips.

  She longed to feel nothing but his skin touching her skin. He set her down on the bed so gently she almost wept at the gentleness in his touch. Part of her wanted to ask him to be a little rougher with her.

  He stripped, baring every hard muscle to her view. All eight of his chiseled abs. Gloriously sculpted pecs. That V shaped muscle pointing down to the long, thick length of his erection, jutting from trimmed dark curls. She burned for him, desperate to feel his body on hers again.

  Then he filled his hands with her breast
s, palming them, twisting the tight, aching buds of her nipples, pulling them with just the right amount of pressure. Pleasure burst inside her, shooting right down to her core.

  “Daniel,” she moaned, shaking with the need for more.

  “I know this is your first time, love, but there’s something you should know.”

  She kissed the tip of his nose. His cheekbone. His eyelid. His chin. Jaw. Her hands slid into the hair at the nape of his neck, linking there. “It doesn’t matter, Daniel. Don’t you see? It’s you. There’s only you. And…and how you make me feel.”

  “Ah lass…”

  One hand reached for him, curling around the steel-stiff length. Only, steel was cold to the touch; Daniel felt hot and hard and so good.

  She stroked him from the base to the tip, revelling in the pulsing and throbbing. He wanted her and that was heady knowledge. Her body hummed an ancient tune and her pulse raced. She tightened her gip on his shaft, smiling when the heavy weight of him jumped in her hand.

  “If you keep that up”– He slid his clock from her grasp –“this might be over before it begins.”

  Amelia offered him a sly grin, biting her lip, sliding her hand back to his shoulder. “I’ll behave. I promise.”

  “Good.” Then… “Damn.” Daniel slammed a fist into the mattress.

  Amelia swallowed. “What’s wrong?”

  He rested his forehead on hers. “I…I don’t have any–”

  “I’m on the pill,” she told him. “Irregular periods…ugh sorry.”

  “No, don’t be sorry.” A cheeky smile stretched one half of his delicious lips back. “I might not know much about what goes on inside a woman’s mind, Amelia, but I know enough the anatomy.”

  Oh boy, did he ever!

  She recalled how his mouth felt everywhere he kissed her. How he brought her body to heights of passion she had never even imagined. Right now Amelia wanted it all. Everything he was willing to give her.

  “I’ve never been with anyone, so you don’t have to worry about…”

  “You’re my first, Amelia.”

  She’d assumed it, but didn’t want to say anything. Didn’t want to admit she knew all about him. She wanted him. He wanted her. Nothing else mattered.

  “So kiss me, Daniel.” Her lips touched his jaw. “Touch me.” Her hands slid over his shoulders, fingers massaged the thick cords of muscle and jagged scars. “Please…”

  Daniel growled. His mouth slanted over hers, giving her what she begged him for.

  Her tongue swept over his in answer to his insistent thrusts. Her lips danced with his and all the problems in the world blurred away to dust. He could kiss her for hours. Days. A lifetime. But if he got her pregnant, then what? He wasn’t capable of caring for himself, much less a woman and a child.

  Daniel lost the battle before it had even begun. He couldn’t fight how much he wanted her. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t deny himself the pleasure of Amelia, and if her pleas told him anything, she wanted this just as much as he did.

  He stroked his hand along the edge of her jaw, catching the fire in her eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want, Amelia?”

  She answered first with a kiss so passionate it scorched his soul. Her tongue tangled with his; she kissed him with everything she had. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my entire life. You’re it for me, Daniel.”

  She rocked her hips, drawing him closer, forcing his hand and snapping the wires of his restraint. Slow, he told himself, gently pushing the head of his cock into her wet, wanting heat. Daniel kept his eyes open, staring into hers. Those twin pools of Irish Sea blue stared up at him, wide and trusting and wanting. Further he inched, deeper, feeling closer to Amelia than he had to anyone. He fit inside her like his sweetest dreams. She gripped him perfectly.

  So wet. So tight.

  Her breathing stuttered.

  His heart tripped over itself.

  “I’ve not hurt you, lass, have I?”

  “Daniel,” she moaned, eyes rolling back in her head. “You feel so good. Please…”

  In answer to her unfinished request, he pushed on, moving within her, surging nearer to his goal. Their hips met. God, he was so deep. She squeezed him. Held him. And Hell, but he’d die right now a very happy man, buried deep inside Amelia.

  Perfect. He couldn’t imagine a better moment than this.

  “Love,” he whispered at her jaw, unable to hide the reverence in his voice.

  He barely knew her. They barely knew each other. And yet he cared for her so deeply. Daniel knew he’d fallen, past the point or return. Further than he was worthy of receiving, especially from a woman as incredible as his Amelia.

  His. Could she belong to him? Could he belong to her? Could happiness be as simple as opening his heart and loving Amelia?

  Her legs hooked around his waist; she rocked her hips up, gasping, his name on her lips. When he didn’t instantly respond, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, love. Nothing. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” The tip of his nose brushed hers. Then he covered her mouth with his and kissed her with all the love in his heart. And then Daniel began to move inside her.

  Exquisite friction burned a slow fire in her core. Daniel filled her, stretched her, fit her to the very definition of perfection. The first clash of his hips against hers caused an explosion to detonate somewhere deep inside her. Amelia rocked her hips. Daniel planted his arms on either side of her head, his tongue tracing invisible patterns along the pulse point of her throat.

  “Damn it, love,” he growled, throbbing inside her heat. “Amelia, I…I can’t…can’t last much longer.”

  His name was a whisper on her breath, expelled to the sky above. “Daniel,” she whispered again. “Don’t stop. Please.”

  The hunger built up like an insatiable beast. Desire overwhelmed her senses. His hands were suddenly on her jaw, his lips raining a million kisses over her entire face. In a show of his strength, Daniel turned them both, landing on his back, holding her above him. The head of his cock was so deep she thought she’d die from sensations slipping through her system like liquid flames.

  Then she rocked her hips. Amelia almost screamed from the feel of Daniel, so deep, she feared losing her mind.

  “Oh, Amelia.” His big hands roamed her body, trailing over the flat planes of her abdomen, reaching the heavy globes of her breasts.

  She rocked her hips again and again. It felt like someone lit her toes on fire, then her clit, and then she was burning alive. Daniel fastened his mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple deep into the heat of his mouth. He held her tight to him, his hips rising to slam against hers.

  Each thrust carried her closer to sweet oblivion and when she reached the point where the world faded to bright white heat and nothing existed but Daniel and how he made her feel, Amelia cried out his name, holding him as tight as she could, she exploded in his arms. His mouth swallowed her cries and his arms held her close as he body shuddered through the last remnants of a powerful orgasm that rocked her world and marked her soul.

  For a long moment, Daniel remained where he was, buried deep inside Amelia, surrounded by her. He feared if he moved this scene would vanish and he’d wake up to find it had all been a dream. But if he stayed here he might fall asleep and accidentally roll over, crushing her. Grudgingly, he rolled to his side, taking her with him. Amelia sighed at his throat. Her breathing came deep and even. Her body relaxed. Fingers slackened over the taut muscles in his back.

  She’d fallen asleep in his arms. Trusted him enough to give him this gift. Trusted him with her heart and her body. Daniel pulled her closer, wrapping her in his embrace. Amelia stirred a torrent of emotions in his chest, the kind of feelings he didn’t deserve but wanted nonetheless.

  And damn it if, even fast asleep and fully sated, she aroused him to the point of agony. He hardened inside her and she gripped him like a tight fist. Rather than trying to fight the rocking of his hips to reach completion w
hile she slept – he wasn’t a total bastard – Daniel pulled his aching cock from inside her heat. It rested thick and hard against her belly.

  Daniel breathed. Focusing his mind and body, but he failed. All thoughts returned to Amelia; how she felt under him, above him, wrapped around him; rocking her hips, taking what she needed…and her hands, roaming up her breasts to her jaw. The way she shuddered his name when she found release.

  Not the best way to get rid of a hard on, Daniel thought with a sigh.

  Whimpering at his chest, Amelia shivered, curling her body closer. He reached for the duvet and covered them both, tucking her as close to his body as possible. And Daniel learned just how much he cared for the lass. More than cared…he’d fallen in love with Amelia.

  Okay, so they shared a moment unlike any he’d ever known, but he wasn't sure what it meant. He felt raw. Too physically drained to consider it. But now, in the afterglow of their lovemaking…

  Daniel slammed his eyes shut. He didn’t know how she felt. She’d said she didn’t know if she could let anyone in. When she eventually did open her heart fully, Amelia deserved much more than a pathetic ex-con, a man labelled as a murderer. Someone who could never give her the things in life she was worthy of.

  A house. A family. Vacations. He could never give her any of those. The only thing Daniel had to give was his heart and the world proved more often than not that love was never enough.

  Amelia woke from a delicious dream surrounded by warmth and a rich male scent that tingled her toes. Memories flashed back like film reels. Daniel. Riding him in unrestrained abandon. Exploding together, riding the waves of release until…

  Damn, had she passed out? She couldn’t remember anything after she found release. On top.

  Embarrassment flooded her cheeks. She turned, searching for him. But the bed was empty. The sheets felt cold to the touch. Amelia sat up and looked around, rubbing her sleepy eyes.