“He’s just a childhood friend. He doesn’t want me; we’ve talked about it. But even if I was into him, it wouldn’t be your business. We’re over.”
His body immediately tenses at my words—completely alert.
God, why am I teasing him?
I don’t have much experience, but I already know my Amos well enough to predict exactly what those words will trigger.
“Everything about you is my business, Lilly.”
“Don’t say that.” I force myself to argue—because it’s easier to fight than to deal with the wave of raw sensuality drowning me in a sea of need, making it impossible to think. “I don’t want you saying things that’ll fuck with my head again. I know how fast you can change your mind.”
Faster than I ever imagined a man his size could move, he’s already in front of me.
If it were anyone else, our physical difference might scare me—but despite the aggressiveness that seems to be an integral part of his nature, Amos doesn’t scare me.
“I haven’t changed my mind,” he says softly, right by my ear—sending chills over every inch of my skin. “I know exactly what I want.”
“And what do you want?”
He doesn’t hesitate for a second. Placing his hands on my ass, he pulls me against him so I can feel the hardness of his erection. “All of you. Again and again, I’ll take you until I become your religion and your sustenance, Lilly.”
I shake my head—not really knowing what I’m saying no to. To his promise, which offers no guarantees? Or to the fact that I’m rapidly losing the battle between mind and body?
“No.”
The word barely escapes before his mouth takes mine with demand. And much to my dismay, it only takes a moment before I surrender.
Even so, I’m still so upset that, despite kissing him back with everything I have, I tangle my fingers in his hair—turning my giant into a prisoner in my hands.
My body moves against his as if it has a will of its own—and it takes me a moment to realize the desperate moans are coming from me. Embarrassed, I try to pull away—but he follows the movement.
“No. Keep going. Show me everything. I want that dirty little girl who begs for more when I’m deep inside her pussy. I want your screams before you come and your nails clawing my back. Let me see you, Lilly. Don’t hide from me.”
His words make my body burn—and I consider giving in completely. But the memory of how he ignored me during our text exchange returns—putting me back on guard.
“I don’t want to—”
“Forget what you don’t want for a second. Tell me what youdowant,” he orders, and every part of me trembles in response.
He takes a step back, and I miss his heat instantly.
Amos seems to know exactly what I’m feeling, because he says, “I won’t touch you until you ask me to.”
Despite what he just said, he starts taking off his tux jacket. When he loosens his tie and unbuttons the first two buttons of his shirt, my pulse goes crazy.
“Why? So when my brother shows up, you can change your mind again? So when Ethan tells you to choose betweenus, you’ll toss me aside like I mean nothing? I know that’s what happened, Amos. You two talked about me, because when I told Ethan I was moving out, he didn’t even blink. He wanted me away from your place. Away from you. And maybe he even did you a favor in the end, gave you the perfect excuse to end things with me.” The words spill from my mouth like poison—my last desperate attempt at sanity.
His expression quickly shifts from desire to anger, but I can see, from the surprise on his face, that I’ve hit very close to the truth. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t I?” I scoff, feeling a little more sure of myself now. “From where I’m standing, it looks like that’s exactly what happened.”
It’s only when he gives up trying to unbutton his shirt and instead rips it open with both hands—sending the buttons flying—that I realize maybe pushing him wasn’t such a great idea.
Chapter 52
Like me, she’s furious—and I’m experienced enough to know that ninety percent of our anger is sexual tension.
I’ve never been denied what I wanted, and every word coming out of my woman’s mouth right now is a challenge to my control.
