Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,29
to be in the top five.”
This girl. I’m not really sure what to think of her.
On one hand, she seems prim and proper, like the girls I grew up with at my prep school in Belle Meade. On the other hand, I’ve seen her long-ass legs in Daisys then today’s outrageously sexy bathing suit, and she doesn’t shy away from me, not even a little. Then again, she blushed last night at mere innuendo. Whatever it is that makes her tick, I want to know it all. Do it all.
I’m about to lower my head to try again, because at this point, I could spend the entire summer doing nothing but kissing Amelia and be totally okay with it, but she gives a slight shake of her head.
“As much as I’d love to continue this right now,” she says, “I’m not one for an audience. And considering I know it’s probably Sunny who interrupted us, she’d be far too captive of said audience if given the chance.”
I glance behind Amelia and see that she’s right. The girl from behind the bar is standing there with Joe, who’s trying to turn her towards the water and away from us, to no avail. He shakes his head, to which I nod my thanks. At least the guy tried. I gather Amelia in close, wrapping my arms around her shoulders then give her a quick kiss on the top of her head.
If I can’t continue to kiss her out here, it’s an opportune time to get to know her a bit better. With my erection still prominently on display, I quickly sit on her towel then draw her between my legs. It’s pressed against her back, but I can’t help it. As much as I want to rove the expanse of her taut stomach or along the curves of her thighs, I take her hands into mine instead, playing with her fingers. She shivers when my lips come to her ear.
“Okay, so now that I’ve tasted you, I want more than just a little nibble, but like you said, not in front of an audience. So how about we talk and get the basics out of the way while your friend pretends she’s not waiting for us to start screwin’ on the sand for her viewing pleasure.”
She scrunches her nose and it’s so damn cute that it makes me want to kiss the hell out of her again. “Basics? What do you mean?”
“Well, for starters, you were drinkin’ last night, so that means you’re at least nineteen, though you don’t seem like a girl straight outta high school.”
She nods. “I turned twenty-one back in March,” she informs me.
“Twenty-two for me.”
For the next few minutes, we go back and forth, and I’m surprised to learn she lives not far from where Clay and Maria go to school in Knoxville. It’s a fact we both gloss over, that I visit the place often to hang out with my brother. I’m not trying to give her any hope that this thing will go beyond the summer by letting her know I’d be within arms’ reach.. I’m relieved that she doesn’t seem to mind, and I know that summer luck has struck me by putting her in my path.
I look to the side to see the paperback she was reading. Since we have similar tastes in Goldman, I pick it up, whistling when I read the cover.
“The Gloryhole Killer?” I ask, unable to hide the amusement in my voice. “So this is what had you so engrossed earlier that I was able to sneak up on you? Come on, Amelia. You read enough of these books and you should know better. A beautiful girl alone on a deserted beach in the middle of bumfuck Tennessee? Could be a recipe for disaster.”
Amelia cranes her neck to look back at me. “For your information, I’m usually very vigilant. And I wasn’t alone. Not until about an hour ago when Sunny, Joe, and Sam went to cool off.”
I run my thumb along her thigh, enjoying the way she shivers underneath my touch. I can’t wait to discover all her ticklish spots and exploit them, because damn if I don’t want to make this girl squirm. “You didn’t want to go with them?” I ask.
Amelia shakes her head, her damp hair tickling my nose.
I brush it out of the way. “Why’s that, Amelia? Were you waiting for me? Hoping I’d find you?”
“Maybe.” It’s a mumbled whisper, but I hear her loud