Thirty-six.
A perfect square—an integer with inherent symmetry and stability.
My favorite number.
Her eyes zero in on my lips, and she licks hers. “Can I kiss you?” she whispers before her eyes find mine again.
“I could be on my deathbed, and my answer to that question would still be an unwavering ye—” Before I can finish, she interrupts me with a kiss.
It’s soft and tender at first but quickly deepens as I pour all my longing into it. I cup the back of her head, fingers tangling in her silky hair as I pull her even closer, drawing our bodies flush against each other.
I’m lost in the sensation of her lips on mine, her hands on my chest. It’s like I’ve been starved for her touch, and now that I have it, I can’t get enough. My heart races, and I’m acutely aware of every point of contact between us.
Her hands start to roam, her touch light and teasing, and it’s driving me crazy. I’m hard as steel, straining against the fabric of my pants. Too soon, she pulls away, her eyes dark with desire as she reaches down and lifts her shirt over her head, revealing her naked torso. My breath hitches in my throat as I take inthe sight of her perfection, the soft glow of the nightstand lamp illuminating her pale skin.
She takes my hand and guides it towards her breast. “I want your hands on my body,” she whispers, her voice husky.
The feel of her soft flesh beneath my fingers sends a jolt of electricity straight to my groin. I cup her, marveling at how perfectly sized her breasts are in my hands. She leans in and kisses me again, and I squeeze her breast, my thumb brushing over her hard nipple. Our mouths part as she moans, and her body arches into my touch.
My confidence soars as I realize thatI’mdrawing these reactions from her.Just me, the guy who was afraid to even speak to her for years. “That okay?” I whisper against her lips.
“Yes,” she breathes out, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “I love everything you do. Please don’t stop touching me.”
Her words doubly affirm my confidence to explore her body further. I push her gently to lie on her back before lowering my head, capturing her nipple in my mouth, and she gasps, her fingers threading through my hair as I tease and suckle her.
I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention, while my other hand caresses the side of her body, tracing the curve of her waist and hip. She squirms beneath me, her body responding to my touch in the most intoxicating way. I want to memorize the feel of her skin, the taste of her lips, and the sound of her moans. I want to imprint this moment on my soul because I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am irrevocably in love with her.
Until my heart gives out.
Coming up to kiss her again, my heart pounds in my chest as Amelia reaches down between us, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts. Breaking the kiss, she pulls them down, revealing the soft, smooth skin beneath. She kicks them off,leaving her completely bare to me, and the sight of her is enough to make my mouth go dry.
Fuck.
She places a hand on my chest and pushes me flat onto my back, following to lean over me. My head falls against the pillows, and she keeps her hand right above my heart, her blue eyes fixed on the exaggerated rise and fall of it. And I do the same to her, watching in awe at the way her chest heaves with heavy breaths that easily fall into sync with my own.
Then, her hand trails down my stomach, and she reaches for my waistband, drawing a shudder from me as her fingers brush against my hard-on. She pauses, concern on her beautiful face as she says, “It’s okay if you want to keep them on. I didn’t mean to?—”
I push up to my elbows and interrupt her with a kiss as I tug my pants down, my cock springing free, eager for her touch.
She hovers over me, her gaze locked on mine as her long hair cascades down like a curtain, framing us. “Can I… can I touch you?”
Where is that insecurity coming from?
As if I would ever say no to her touch.
“Amelia…” I smile, reaching out to push a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I’m yours.”
She wraps her hand around my shaft, her fingers barely able to close around me, a small smile tugs at the side of her lip. She strokes me slowly, her touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body.
God, why is this so good?
I reach out and find my way between her thighs, parting and stroking her in return. Our breaths come faster and faster as we lose ourselves in the sensation of giving and taking pleasure from each other.
“You feel so good,” I murmur against her lips, my thumb finding her clit and circling it slowly.
She moans, her grip on me tightening as her hips rock against my hand.
“So do you,” she breathes out, her strokes quickening.
