God, she’s fucking adorable.
And this cute little talk about sex is making me so damn hard.
“Sex addiction is a thing, yes. But I don’t think enjoying a healthy, active sex life puts you at risk for that. It’s natural to crave intimacy, especially when it’s with people you care about… or are in love with.”
“Are you sure?” she presses, still looking for validation, her fingers tracing patterns along my palm, sending shivers up my arm. “Even if I think about it all the time?”
I lean closer, unable to resist the pull. “Think about what, baby?”
God, this innocent side of her is so damn sexy.
“Your hands on me, my hands on you,” she confesses, her voice barely audible but filled with longing.
Good God.
Knowing she wants me, that she thinks about me, I have to suppress the growl threatening to erupt at the thought. Instead, I keep things lighter, more reassuring, even if I want to spread her out right here. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to feel good.” I reach out to cup her cheek again, my thumb tracing her cheekbone. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting us. We want you just as much,” I assure her. “Maybe even more.”
“You do?”
I need to do a better job at letting her feel it if she has to ask that question.
“I have a longing for every fiber of your being, every second of the day. Most of the time, my hands are shaking from holding back from you. You’re intoxicating, Amelia, in the best possible way.”
I lean in, closing the space that separates us as my hand threads possessively through her silky hair. Her breath hitches in anticipation as my lips descend toward hers, the air between us charged.
“Grey.” The softly spoken plea escapes her lips just as they meet mine, igniting a fire in my veins.
“When did they tell you that they still had two hours at the doctor?” I ask against her lips.
“Maybe an hour ago?” she responds breathily, betraying the effect I have on her when her body unconsciously leans towards mine.
“Perfect.” The word comes out as a growl.
I’m going to spend the next hour showing her just how much she’s wanted.
Giving a sharp whistle, I send Peanut scampering upstairs. Then, in one fluid motion, I pull Amelia into my lap, cradling her against my chest. Our lips meet once more, and a moan escapes her as I stand, holding her up to me, and with gentle reverence, I place her on the polished surface on top of the piano.
“You make my knees so weak I have to spread yours,” I joke, but my words are laced with a possessive hunger that surprises even me as I push them open and step between.
“You’re an idiot.” She chuckles, the sound a sweet melody that does nothing to dampen the fire burning within me.
“Ah-ah, are you gonna be a good girl for me?” I ask, my hands already itching to touch her, claim her.
“Yes, Mr. Donovan,” she whispers, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“It’sDoctor,” I tease, correcting her with a playful smirk.
“Ugh…” She groans, but the sound is cut short as I sweep in and kiss her deeply, my hands wandering down to roam her thighs, sliding under her button-up sweater and up toher waistband. The feel of her skin under my fingertips is intoxicating, and I want more.
“What are you doing?” Amelia asks, a hint of nervousness creeping into her voice, “They might come back.”
“They won’t. Not yet,” I breathe out against her temple, my lips trailing down the side of her face. “Trust me?” She nods, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a trust that humbles me. “My goal is to never make you feel pressured but always desired. You can tell meno, Amelia.”
“I want you.”
That’s all I need.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and panties, pulling them down in one swift motion as she lifts herself from the piano. I sit back down on the bench, my heart pounding in my chest.
