Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,28

at this literary foreplay, something so foreign, so unexpected from a man like him. So arousing. “I’m wondering when you’re going to shut up and kiss me.”

As hungry eyes gaze back at me, his arm encircles my waist, tightening just so, and his other hand cups my face. As Knox closes the distance between us, his whisper is barely audible. “As you wish.”

I DIDN’T PLAN ON DEVOURING Amelia the first chance I got. I also didn’t plan on wasting my time getting to know her. So, when her hooded green eyes bore into mine, and that soft whisper of a request that I kiss her hits my ears, I can’t help myself.

I pull her in closer, even though the stifling heat has us both already slick with sweat.

I want her as close as possible, nothing between us except for her tiny bathing suit that hides practically nothing and my shorts that, if we were to separate, would most definitely be showing off how much I want her. Not that I give a fuck. We’re the only two here, alone in this little cove, and all I can think about is how I’m going to kiss her without trying to go too far.

Her eyes flutter closed as I claim her mouth and nearly groan at the sweetness of these soft lips. Just as I assumed last night, they’re fucking perfect. Even more so when I trace my tongue along the curve of them, and they part immediately, allowing my entrance.

Amelia’s not shy, either. She’s an active participant, finding my tongue with hers, stroking mine just as I imagined when I watched her with the straw. Her hand squeezes the back of my neck; the move sends a straight shot to my groin. And without hesitation, the hand on the small of her back drifts down to cup her ass. Then I haul her into me so she can feel just how fucking much she’s affecting me. When she moans into my mouth, I fight the desire to rock into her.

Dry humping never sounded so fucking good, even in broad daylight. Might even be up for a little exhibitionism, too, if it means I get to keep my hands—and other body parts—on her.

“Hey, lovebirds! Get a room!”

Amelia freezes instantly, but I hold her tight, not letting her go. My tongue does one last searching sweep of her mouth before I reluctantly relinquish hers. With one final, long, drugging kiss, I retreat. I don’t look to see who’s interrupted us. I don’t give a damn. All I see before me is Amelia. And at the sight of her beautifully swollen lips, full and trembling, all I want is another taste.

The way she’s eyeing mine? I think the feeling’s mutual.

“Wow.”

It’s barely a whisper, yet that one word gives me satisfaction I’m not sure I’ve ever known. It also makes me want to scoop her up, take her to bed, strip off that tiny bikini, and give her a whole other reason to utter the word over and over again.

When Amelia’s gaze moves up to mine, I catch the sight of her green eyes sparkling in the sunlight. “That was…”

I grin down at her. “I know.”

A slow smirk parts her lips. “It’s scorching out here, isn’t it?”

“Sure is.”

“I…uh…” She pauses, letting out a deep sigh. “I’m wet.”

My grin spreads across my face. “I know that, too, princess.”

She rolls her eyes, even as her shoulders shake in laughter. Hands come to my chest as if she’s about to push me away. My hands capture her wrists, holding her in place. When our eyes lock, I rock against her—ever so slightly, as not to put on a show.

“You wanna give me a minute before I embarrass myself in front of our audience?” I ask.

The corners of Amelia’s eyes crinkle with her answering smile. “I’m a little disappointed that you think you can keep ahold of me like this and still deflate the situation.”

“Babe, I don’t think holding you close is going to deflate anything. It’s just an excuse to hold you longer.”

She surprises me when she lifts onto her tiptoes and captures my lips again. I’m about to dive in deep, but all too quickly, she drops back down to the sand and gives me a wink.

“If we’ve only got the summer, Knox, you don’t need any excuses to hold me. Or kiss me, for that matter. As far as Goldman’s concerned, that kiss was pretty hot, but I think we can do better if we want