She kicked off her other boot before peeling off her socks. I watched as she wiggled her toes. “You know, that foot massage looked pretty nice. What’s a girl gotta do to earn a massage from the magic fingers?”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t fucking remind me.”
I grabbed the drawstring bag from the table and dug inside until I found the bottle of vodka. I uncapped it and took a swig.
She held out her hand for the bottle, and I handed it over. She took a sip as she stood. I thought she was going to walk away, but to my surprise, she put the bottle on the table before taking her place on my lap, straddling me. My hands instantly moved to her hips as she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
“I know it’s silly,” she whispered against them. “But that old lady really did make me jealous today.”
I smirked against her lips. “Don’t like my hands on another woman?” I teased.
She nipped my lower lip. “They better not touch anyone but me ever again.”
Her words sent a jolt straight through my heart.
I laced my fingers into the back of her hair, fisting it as I sat forward.
“Mm, never, Amelia.” I kissed her throat. “How do you think I felt watching another guy run his hand through your hair?” I kissed her before trailing my nose up her jaw. “I wanted to rip his arm off and beat him with it,” I whispered in her ear.
She shivered, and goosebumps prickled her flesh. “We’re so messed up.”
I chuckled and stood with her in my arms. “Yeah, but I like that you’re just as fucked up as I am. You’re my kind of crazy, baby.”
Chapter 21
Amelia
Icouldn’t explain the thrill I got when he basically agreed to never touch another woman.
That thrill turned to need when he told me how jealous he was of watching another man run his hand through my hair. And when he whispered in my ear, a shiver raced up my spine, causing goosebumps to prickle my skin as every nerve ending came alive.
Wrapping one arm around my waist, he held me in place as he stood. The tips of our noses were almost touching, and we kept our eyes locked on one another’s, but he didn’t lean in for a kiss.
Somehow, this was more intimate. I knew things were changing drastically for us. I knew that was something I wanted to avoid before, but suddenly, it no longer mattered. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t worrying about the future. I wasn’t thinking about the past. I was living in the moment, and it was the only place I wanted to be.
I’d never been in the kind of relationship you’d see on TV or read about in books. I thought I loved Alex, but I’d only known Oliver for a short time, and I already felt so much stronger about him.
That made me question if I even knew what love felt like. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve said that I was falling in love with the car thief I knew nothing about. The funny thing was, realizing that didn’t even scare me. I didn’t want to pull away. I didn’t want to put space between us. All I wanted was to be with him, to be the only one he touched, looked at, or thought about. I wanted him to be mine, and I wanted to be his. Nothing else.
He lay me on the bed as he crawled up, taking his place on top of me. He never broke eye contact and never moved in for a kiss.
The way he stared at me made my heart race.
Staying on his knees between my parted legs, he leaned back, his hands immediately starting to pull and tug at my clothes. He unbuttoned my jeans and then lowered the zipper. He grabbed them by the waistband and tugged them down my legs until he had them removed and thrown on the floor. He pushed my t-shirt up and over my breasts. I grabbed it and dragged it over my head, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.
I watched his eyes as they roamed over my body, taking in every inch of my exposed skin. I saw his dark pupils blow out, causing his green rings to appear smaller. He ran his tongue across his lips, his jaw flexed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Finally, it was my turn to roam my eyes over his body, and I did just that. I took in his tanned skin and rolling muscles: thick forearms, bulging biceps, and wide-toned shoulders. My eyes fell over his pecks and all the hard lines of corded muscle. His tattoos were painted on his skin. I watched the way his chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, how his ribcage expanded and contracted, and how his skin moved over the top of it all. His abs were hard, and I could easily count each one; however, I was distracted by his hands that moved to unfasten his jeans.
He pushed his jeans down his hips, revealing his blue boxers and the way his cock was standing at attention, tenting the fabric. I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t want to go slow.
I quickly sprang forward, slamming my mouth against his. He didn’t act surprised or caught off guard in any way. He immediately began kissing me as he eased me back to the mattress, where he covered my body with his. His kiss was soft and sweet, and his hands were slow. It felt like the moment meant more, like it was different than every other time that came before. All I knew was that it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
I deepened our kiss as I pushed against him. He tried to break our kiss as he rolled over, probably thinking that I wanted to stop. I didn’t, and I showed him that as I kept my mouth against his.
I rolled with him, taking my place on top. The moment he realized what I wanted, he kissed me harder as his hands moved to my hips, squeezing them. I removed my bra and tossed it aside. His hands immediately moved up to cup my breasts, to knead them, to tease them.
I tugged at his boxers, but with my positioning, I couldn’t get them down enough. He gave me a hand by lifting his hips and pulling them lower, allowing his hard cock to spring free. I instantly wrapped my hand around him, working him from root to tip. There was no way I wanted to fight with getting my panties off in my position, so I simply pushed them to the side before teasing myself with his cock. He was quick to sink two fingers into my pussy, and as he pulled them out, he smeared my arousal up to my clit. With one hand on my hip, he pulled me forward until we were aligned. I released him as he pulled me down on his cock.
I sighed in relief as I sank lower and lower. He jerked forward, thrusting into me deep, fast. I whimpered against his mouth, and he bit my lip as I felt him twitch inside of me.
