I wanted to. I wanted it so badly my whole body ached for it. But I knew myself, and I knew what would happen if I got her alone in a bed.
“I can’t make love to you if I come up,” I told her, my voice rough. “If I start with you in that bed, I’m not stopping. And I’m not a quiet man. I’ll get you kicked out.”
Her laugh was soft and warm through the phone. “You’re right. You’re too much of a wild beast. The whole B & B would hear you.”
Something loosened in my chest at her teasing.
“I’d still like to come up and cuddle,” I said gently. “If you want the company.”
Amelia breathed softly into the phone, and the pause stretched between us.
“Yes,” she finally whispered. “I’m in room number six.”
I was out of the truck before she finished the sentence.
The front door of the Summit House was unlocked. I slipped in, my boots silent on the worn hardwood floors.
The interior was all Victorian charm, with floral wallpaper and antique furniture crowding the narrow hallway. I crept up the creaking staircase, hitting spots along the way that groaned under my weight.
A grandfather clock ticked somewhere in the darkness while I searched for her room number.
Room six was at the end of the hall.
I knocked softly, and the door swung open.
That’s when my eyes damn near popped out of my head.
Amelia stood there completely naked.
I’d seen her nude at the hot springs, but only in fast flashes.
She was on display for me now.
Amelia had a pear shape, with wide hips that flared out, and thick thighs that I wanted wrapped around my face.
Her breasts were full and heavy, tipped with dusky pink nipples that hardened as I stared at them. And her belly was round and soft, the kind of stomach a man could rest his head on after a long day.
I went absolutely wild for everything I saw.
“Get in here,” she whispered, grabbing my hands and pulling me into her room.
The door clicked shut behind us, and I let her lead me to the bed, too stunned to do anything but follow. She climbed under the covers and held them open for me, while I stripped out of my clothes faster than I ever had before.
Shirt, jeans, boots, socks, underwear. All of it hit the floor in a pile.
Then I slid into bed beside her, both of us naked, and pulled her into my arms.
Amelia’s body molded against mine like she’d been made to fit there, and I buried my face in her hair, breathing in the scent of her. She wassowarm.
“How did it go?” she murmured against my chest.
“Found him. He’s going to be fine.”
“I’m glad.”
We lay there in the darkness, tangled together under the quilted comforter. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest while I stroked my hand up and down her back, feeling every inch of her soft skin.
What happened next was a tentative exploration.
