“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Jo whispered as her lips traced the inside of Amelia’s thigh. “Ameliais perfect.”
Amelia bit down on her own wrist to stop the sound that wanted to tear out of her throat. Her own name falling fromJo’s lips in a whisper that trembled with devotion was almost unbearable.
And then Jo’s mouth found her, soft and slow, as though she was savouring every second. Amelia’s hips bucked, and her breath caught on a sob she barely disguised as a moan. “T-tell me what you’d say to her now,” Amelia gasped, her fingers threading into Jo’s hair. “While you’re tasting her, what would you say?”
Jo groaned, the vibration shooting through Amelia like a lightning strike. As Jo slowly released her clit, she said, “That I wish she was mine. That there’s nothing wrong with wanting someone you can’t have.” Jo’s voice broke as she eased two fingers inside Amelia. “That I’d never hurt her and that I love her too much to ever let her go.”
Those words undone her. Amelia’s back arched off the bed, her thighs tightening around Jo’s shoulders. She tried to breathe and stay in control, but Jo’s mouth was relentless, her confession pouring out with each thrust of her fingers.
Amelia came hard, a broken cry muffled against the pillow. She clutched at Jo’s hair, at her shoulders, trying to anchor herself to something solid as everything inside her unravelled. Jo coaxed every last tremor out of her, lowering her mouth again and licking her slowly through the aftershocks, then she kissed the insides of Amelia’s thighs with something dangerously close to tenderness.
Amelia dragged her up, needing her close and to feel Jo’s weight on top of her. She kissed her with a fierceness that bordered on painful, whimpering as she tasted herself on her lips. “God, I’ve missed being in here with you.”
Even in the darkness, Amelia could feel Jo’s eyes on her. “I thought I wouldn’t see you again when you didn’t show up over the last couple of weekends.”
“I’m sorry.” Amelia wanted to tell Jo that shewouldn’tsee her again, but she couldn’t break her heart. Not right now. “Let me make it up to you.”
Jo’s breath hitched when Amelia slid down her body, forcing her robe open in one impatient motion. She spread Jo’s thighs apart and pressed a kiss to the soft skin just above her pussy, then another lower, until Jo was trembling.
“Would you like to come now?”
Jo’s gasp fractured into a moan the second Amelia’s tongue touched her. She devoured her slowly, aware that this was the end, her trembling hands holding Jo open as if she was the most precious thing she’d ever touched. And in truth, she was.
“F-fuck, yes!” Jo bucked helplessly, her hands tangling in Amelia’s hair. “O-oh, Amelia. You feel so fucking good.”
Amelia’s chest constricted. She hadn’t expected Jo to still be roleplaying, and quite frankly, it caught her off guard. Instead of being in her own head, she pushed two fingers deep inside Jo, curled them just right, and sucked her clit into her mouth until Jo was crying out.
“I-I… Oh, fuck!” Jo’s body convulsed as she shattered around Amelia’s fingers.“I-I love you.”
Those words broke Amelia into pieces. She held Jo through her orgasm, her mouth and hands unrelenting until she was a trembling mess, her body slick with sweat and her chest heaving with every ragged breath.
Amelia slid up and gathered Jo in her arms, kissing her anywhere her lips could reach. She shouldn’t have, but she couldn’t stop herself.
Jo clung to her, whispering between gasps, “If I had her, I’d never let her go. I’d keep her safe, I’d?—”
“Shh.” Amelia stroked her hair and swallowed down a sob. “Maybe she already knows.”
Jo’s hand stilled against Amelia’s spine. “You think?”
Amelia closed her eyes. “I think she feels it.”
She couldn’t say more. Not when the truth balanced so precariously on the edge of her lips. Instead, she held Jo tighter and breathed her in, knowing this was the last time she’d ever get the chance to.
And if tonight was the end, then at least Jo had said the words Amelia had dreamed of hearing.
Chapter Eighteen
The morning sunfiltered through the blinds, smacking Jo square in the face where she lay curled up in a hoodie and pyjama shorts. The TV was blank, her mind wasalmostblank, and for the first time in a couple of weeks, she felt at peace. Even though she wasn’t sure she’d slept much, her bodyfeltlike it had been asleep.
She couldn’t believe how accommodating Lia had been last night with her request. Jo didn’t know if she could be someone else for the sake of another woman’s fantasy, but she hadn’t been put in that position, so it didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was content and marginally happy this morning. At least, she was if she didn’t think about moaning ‘I love you’ into the darkness last night with Amelia on her mind.
She brought the blanket up to her chin and sighed. Her thighs ached in the best way, her lips were swollen from Lia’s kisses, and her chest still fluttered when she thought about what she’d asked for…and what Lia had given her in return. A mind-blowing experience while pretending to be Amelia for her.
Jo groaned into the blanket. What the hell was wrong with her? It felt as though she’d crossed a line that didn’t really exist, and Lia had gone there with her without even hesitating. Shehad slipped into the role so easily, whispering all the things Jo wished Amelia would say, while touching her the way she imagined Amelia would if they ever had the chance.
Jo’s stomach flipped.
It had been hot, but fuck…it had been equally devastating. The way Lia had taken her apart, the way her lips had moved over Jo’s body like she was memorising her…and Jo had let it happen while pretending—needing—to imagine it was someone else.
