“I know,” Amelia nudged Jo onto her back. “It’s one of my many talents.”
Jo laughed softly, her arms wrapping around Amelia’s shoulders as she settled over her. “Here?”
“I like this couch.” Amelia smirked. “And between you and I…I’ve fucked myself in this very spot thinking about you before today.”
“Thinking won’t do.” Jo looked up at her, flushed and wrecked already, her T-shirt askew. “You should absolutely have the real thing.”
Amelia moved down her body slowly, trailing kisses across her collarbone, then lower, until her mouth reached the hem of Jo’s top. “I need you.”
Jo sat up and lifted her arms, her nipples already tight as Amelia whipped the fabric from her quickly. She urged Jo back down, kissing along the curve of one breast, then the other, her palm pressed to Jo’s hip to balance herself.
“Your mouth feels…” Jo shifted beneath her, her thighs falling open slightly in invitation. “Fuck. Just touch me.”
Amelia slid her hand past the waistband of Jo’s shorts, her fingers brushing the warm slickness already waiting for her.
“God,” Jo gasped as her hips lifted.
“I love how ready you always are for me.” Amelia kissed her way back up Jo’s neck as her fingers explored with slow, deliberate pressure. She circled gently, teasing Jo’s clit, then dipped lower and slipped two fingers inside with ease. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life inside you.”
Jo arched into her with a sharp breath, one hand fisting the couch cushion, the other clinging to Amelia’s arm. “Y-yes!”
“You feel so good,” Amelia whispered as she pumped slowly. “All of you feels incredible, baby.”
Jo’s thighs closed around Amelia’s hand as she exhaled a low, broken moan.
Amelia filled her with another finger and pressed the heel of her hand to Jo’s clit. Jo’s moans turned to gasps, every sound pulling Amelia deeper into her. She watched every flutter of her lashes, every quiver in her thighs, and every twitch of her stomach.
“Come apart for me, beautiful.”
Jo’s lips parted in a silent plea.
“Go on, let me feel you.”
Amelia kissed her again, swallowing her cries as she fucked her slowly, until Jo shattered beneath her with a hoarse cry.
Jo clung to her in the aftermath, her breath uneven and her body shaking. Amelia just held her. Not because she thought Jo needed to be grounded…but becauseshedid. Making Jo feel this way was the only thing that hadevermade her feel more real than any name or identity she’d ever worn.
“You and I…we’re going to make this work.” Jo nuzzled into Amelia’s neck and held her tight. “I can’t imagine a life without you in it. Not now.”
“Promise?” Amelia asked as she pressed a kiss to Jo’s hair. “That no matter what, we’ll come through anything we face?”
“Always.”
They lay there tangled up in one another.
No mask, no alias, and no curtain.
Just Amelia, finally loved…in full view.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Five days.That’s all it had been. Five days since she’d told Callum to leave her home, five days since Jo had opened her door andsomehowher heart again. And in those five days, Amelia had learned that peace wasn’t loud. It wasn’t grand gestures or declarations. It was this. The sunlight spilling through the blinds while Jo hummed off-key as she leaned against the kitchen counter in one of Amelia’s shirts and nothing else.
“Are you even listening to me?” Jo frowned as she turned to Amelia.
“Not in the slightest.” Amelia crossed the kitchen with her cup of coffee in hand. “You’re very distracting.”
Jo lifted a brow as she brought a piece of toast to her lips. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
