“You are,” I say thickly, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against me. “Insanely gorgeous, very smart…kind.” I run the back of my hand down her chin to her neck, losing myself in the velvet smoothness of her skin. “Incredibly talented, and I see now—strong.”
I want her.
I knew it the second I first saw her. The pain in my heart eased and something else took root, desire growing to heights I’d never imagined. I haven’t looked at or wanted another woman from the second I laid my eyes on Amelia Belton. Now, with the woman of my dreams so close, my cock is throbbing for me to finally claim her.
To make her mine.
Does she have any idea—this gorgeous woman watching me with such trust—that she belongs to me?
“Last night…” she starts.
“Wasn’t a mistake,” I say, allowing my eyes to drop from hers to the swell of her breasts and the cleavage exposed at the neckline of her dress. I was so close to touching and tasting themlast night and now, I want nothing more. “The taste of your lips has been stuck on me all morning, angel. I haven’t been able to stop myself from craving more.”
“More…oh!” she gasps when I lean down and lift her onto the now clean kitchen counter with ease, stepping between her legs. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and the move brings her tits closer to my chest. The imprint of her pebbling nipples on her dress drives me to insanity. Christ, she smells glorious too. Sweet, like berries with sultry undertones meant to seduce even a priest.
“I want you,” I say, leaning down and brushing my mouth lightly over hers. I tease her lips a bit, urging her to open up for me, and when she does, I push in. Amelia whimpers, her fingers digging into my hair as she arches toward me, moaning when my tongue laps at hers in a desperate need to taste her.
“Hawk,” she whimpers into the kiss, pushing up against me until her sexy tits are pressed against my chest and her mouth is moving wetly and needily against mine. I dip my hand in her hair and kiss her until she’s trembling against me. The gentleness of it soon turns to hunger. Strong and desperate.
Insatiable.
I yank her hard against me, rocking my erection against her pussy and stroking her through her panties until we’re practically panting into each other’s mouths.
“Fuck,” I growl, breaking the kiss to trail my lips down her neck and pulling my hips back before I tear away the clothes between us and slide into her warmth. I kiss a path down her neck, losing myself in the taste and feel of her as I rake my hands between her thighs. She jerks hard against me when I cup her mound over her panties, and I groan when I slide my fingers over her warm pussy, feeling the moisture soaking the fabric.My stomach knots up with desire, coupled with the ache in my balls…and I just want to take her where we stand.
But I can’t. Not all the way yet.
With a harsh growl, I close my fingers around the waistband of her panties and slowly tug them down her hips and legs. I don’t bother to look where they drop as my focus settles on the prize.
“Hawk…what are you doing?” she asks in alarm when I drop to my knees in front of her, trying to close her legs out of shyness, but I stop her. “Hawk—”
“Let me taste you, baby. Show you how beautiful you are,” I say thickly, leaning in to brush my lips over her inner thighs, my mouth already watering for the taste of her. “Relax for me, angel.”
Her chest expands. “Hawk—”
I push in and bury my nose over her mound, groaning as I fill my lungs with the light scent of her arousal. “You smell so good.” She jolts against me when I nuzzle her sex until her scent is the only thing on my senses. “I bet you taste even sweeter.”
Amelia begins to tremble when I gently saw my tongue over her folds, slowly nudging her feminine lips open to me. My heart hammers in my chest in anticipation of tasting her honey, and when her lips finally open for me, I bury my tongue between them, groaning as I lick at her sweet arousal.
I should have known that one taste wouldn’t be enough to sate my hunger for her. I find myself already addicted to the sugar-sweet and tangy taste of her sex.
With a growl, I dive deeper into her, lapping at her sex with the hunger of a starved man. “Oh God, Hawk…oh!” she sobs, her thighs trembling as I lick at her clit, teasing it with thetip of my tongue until her cries turn to a mess of confused pleas and pleasured cries.
“I haven’t touched another woman since I met you,” I grind out before sliding my tongue through the valley of her sex. I hear her breath catch, uncertain whether it’s from the action or the words. Perhaps both. “I haven’t wanted to touch anyone else.”
I dig my hands into her hips as I pour into her all those months of craving and wanting her from a distance, forcing her legs to open wider for me as I lose myself in her warmth and the soft taste of her sex. It’s heaven, one I don’t wish to leave even for a moment, and soon enough, she joins the ride.
I nearly smile in victory when Amelia fists my hair and starts rocking forward against my eager tongue, her choked cries echoing through the kitchen. “Oh God,” she sobs as her pussy starts to spasm against my mouth, signaling just how close she is to the edge.
I wrap my mouth hotly around her clit and suck gently at the soft nub, and her body seizes above mine for a second before she cries out so loud I’m shocked the noise doesn’t carry to the other room and wake Wren. I suckle gently at the swollen nub as she comes apart, her body trembling beautifully. The sounds coming out of her mouth are euphoric to my ears.
When the tremors turn to soft shudders, I pull back and kiss her inner thighs lovingly even as my cock begs for me to take her. With a last kiss to her mound, I climb to my feet and pull her into my arms.
“Was that the first time a man has gone down on you?” I ask, brushing my lips over the side of her head before pushing back to look at her. Christ, she’s so perfect. With her hairmussed, eyes dazed, and those pretty lips swollen from the kiss. “Tell me.”
Amelia looks away, blushing fiercely. “Um…yes.”
She says it as if it’s something to be ashamed of, but the thought of giving her a first appeals so greatly to me. Still, it doesn’t matter whether I’m her first or not; I intend to be the last.
