No.
“Look at me,”I growl out, and her gaze snaps back to mine. “Part your legs,” I demand, unable to stay away a second longer.
She hesitates for a moment, her cheeks flushing, but then her thighs slowly spread apart. I step closer, my body pressing against hers, and I can feel the warmth radiating from between her thighs, drawing me in like a magnet.
I reach for her glasses, my fingers brushing against her skin as I pull them off and set them down carefully next to her. My hand then comes back up but lingers, tracing the curve of her cheekbone, my thumb grazing her skin. She shivers, her eyes fluttering closed once more.
I let my hand glide into her hair, my fingers tangling in the silky strands as I grip it at the base of her head. Pulling gently but firmly so she has to lean her head back, I give myself access to her neck. Her pulse pounds against my lips as I kiss my way up to her jawline, my mouth devouring her skin.
Her chest heaves with heavy breaths as I linger with my lips over hers. Searching her eyes, I ensure she wants this. But all I find is desire, her pupils dilating with need. I can see the hunger in her eyes, the desperation which only fuels my own.
I want this as much as you do, baby.
My lips brush against hers, a gentle touch that sends shivers down my spine. She opens her mouth, inviting me in, and I take advantage, my tongue sweeping in to claim hers.
“You taste like fucking ricotta,” I groan out, my mouth devouring hers, my hands now cupping her face, holding her in place.
She moans into my mouth, her body melting into mine, so I wrap my arms around her, pulling her even closer. I can feel her heart pounding against mine, her pulse racing.
Her fingers dig into my back, holding me close as if she’s afraid to let me go.
I’m not going anywhere.
Kissing her harder, deeper, my mouth devours hers with a fierce possessiveness.
I let her come up for a breath and place my forehead against hers.
But this isn’t enough.
I need more.
With my breath hot against her neck, I lean in, my mouth nuzzling her skin, and take in a deep whiff of her scent. It’s a blend as comforting and warm as a cup of London Fog tea, with notes of Earl Grey, steamed milk, rich vanilla, and a subtle hint of lavender…
“Grey?”Amelia’s voice quivers, pulling me from the fantasy.
Or was it more of a daydream?
Fuck.
My face is too close to her neck, where I’ve just inhaled her.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Frozen, I realize what I was doing—holding her by the hips and breathing her in like some sort of… creep.
I snap back, creating space between us, hoping she won’t see my obvious boner.
And Misha and Oliver won’t either.
My hands linger on her hips for a moment too long before I finally let go. She adjusts her glasses, cheeks flushed a deep red, and I notice the lenses have fogged up slightly, a telltale sign of just how flustered she is. Clearly rattled, she avoids my gaze.
I’m a fucking idiot.
“Are you… are you all right?” she asks, her voice still shaking.
AmIall right?
“Sorry,” I mutter, stepping back another step.
