Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,31

pink blush deepens on her cheeks. God, she’s such a contradiction. One second, she seems coyly innocent; the next, she’s rocking hot confidence.

“Speaking of horror films , I just so happen to know that Friday the Thirteenth is playing at the drive-in tonight,” I tell her, thankful for Clay’s reading of the paper out loud while he was eating breakfast this morning.

“Uh huh…” she says, and I realize she’s going to make me work for it.

“I hear it’s a good slasher flick. Has potential. There’s even already buzz that there’s gonna be a sequel. Figure it’s worth checking out. Wouldn’t mind seeing it with a pretty girl with an appreciation for the genre. Especially a girl I’m dying to get to know better.”

She places a hand on her hip, one eyebrow raised. “Knox, are you trying to ask me on a date?”

“There’s no trying about it. Or asking. Go out with me. Just me,” I say, looking pointedly at Sunny, whose face splits open in a grin.

She gets me. Even Joe gets a chuckle out of it, and something tells me he’s going to be doing me some favors by keeping Sunny busy.

“So, it’s an order?”

“Babe, movie starts at seven. I’ll pick you up at six so we can grab a bite first.”

“Wait a minute, if you want to get to know me better, why are we going to the movies?”

Sunny snickers and Amelia shoots a glare at her before looking back at me.

I cross the distance between us and use my thumb to lift her chin towards me, giving her a searing kiss. “Scary movie. Gorgeous girl. Bench seats. Where else better to get to know you?”

Her pretty lips form an O as she gets my drift.

Not wanting her to think I’m all about her body, I continue. “Plus, like I said, we’re grabbing a bite first. We can do all our talking then.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” she says before taking a step back and yawning. “I should probably get home, rest up. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.”

I don’t want to let her go. Not now. Not yet. But with the promise and the desirous expression on her pretty face, I do just that.

Joe claps my shoulder as I watch Sunny and Amelia link arms.

“Dude.”

It’s just one word, yet I know exactly what he means. I turn to him, a grin on my face. “Yeah.”

He follows after them, and just as I’m about to turn and head down the lane to my own place, Amelia breaks away and runs across the sand towards me. I barely register what she’s doing until she’s reached me, jumping up, and I catch her in my arms. I nearly stumble backwards as she wraps her legs around my waist, her arms resting on my neck and her hands clutching my face.

Desperate lips meet mine in a rush, with a hungry urgency that wasn’t there before. This time, it’s Amelia’s turn to plunder, pillaging in the sweetest invasion, with a searching sweep until our tongues collide.

She’s breathless when she pulls away, her dancing eyes gazing down into mine. Her legs loosen around my waist, and even though I want to hold her in place, I reluctantly relinquish my control of her. The way her slick body slides down mine has me groaning; after this, there’s no way in hell I stand a chance of keeping my hands off her.

When her feet hit the sand, Amelia’s hands skim down the front of my chest—then even lower, barely grazing my erection but touching just enough to have my cock straining against my already tightened shorts.

“Fuck, Amelia, what the hell are you doing to me?” I ask.

“Oh, you know. Just practicing. That way, when the top five happens, you won’t know what hit you.”

“Thought you weren’t into audiences, babe.”

Her eyes twinkle with mischief. “Guess there’s a first time for everything.”

Just like that, she walks away. And fuck me if I don’t stare at that ass the entire time.

THE ONLY THING KEEPING MY feet moving forward and away from Knox is the heat of his kiss on my lips and the knowledge that there’s likely to be a lot of repeat of that tonight.

It’s been so long since I’ve been on a first date that I’m not exactly sure what to think. Then again, most first dates come before you’ve already sucked face with the guy, not after. I suppose that lightens the pressure a bit. I’m actually glad to