iron. Amelia, however, doesn’t notice. I’m about to tell her take a good look and tell me what she sees if she truly looks at me, but she’s too impatient with my momentary silence.
“I’m not a virgin if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m not an innocent.” She points her finger down at me. “You told me to tell you if you’re going too fast. Christ Almighty, if this is what you consider fast, I’d hate to see how you do slow!”
“Babe—”
Her rant continues as if I hadn’t uttered a word. She flails hers arms out wide, her T-shirt tightening across her breasts. “I mean, Jesus, Knox. I’m wearing a shirt with a guy’s tongue hanging out. How much more obvious do I have to be?”
I can’t help the smirk that crosses my lips. “Amelia, if you think Gene Simmons is an indication that you want my tongue between your legs… Well, that was lost on me.”
Her pretty head falls back and she curses up to the sky before her flashing eyes come back to me. “Fine, whatever. My mistake.” She sighs, placing a hand on her hip. “I’m tired of taking this slow. I’m tired of falling asleep with an ache you won’t satisfy. I know what I want, and what I want is you. I’m sure you know that, so what I want to know is why the hell you haven’t done anything other than kiss me senseless and graze my boobs from time to time?”
This girl sure knows how to make a guy rock hard with just a few words.
A lazy grin spreads across my face. I fold my arms, raking my gaze down her delectable body before meeting her narrowed eyes. She huffs. Fucking huffs. And instead of being annoyed, I like it.
Don’t get me wrong. I want in her bed. But right now, I’ll take every word I can get before making that happen.
Hey, there’s nothing wrong with getting your ego stroked by an overheated sex kitten. And seeing as how she’s prone to interruption, I wait a couple of beats before I decide I’m allowed to get a word in. I’d rather she be purring than sinking those claws into me.
“I thought you liked me kissin’ you senseless. And the way you shivered every time my fingers skimmed your boobs had me thinkin’ you liked that, too.”
Amelia blows out a breath so hard that her bangs fly up out of her face. “I do. I so do, but I’ve been waiting for you to make the first move in progressing this thing”—she waves her hands between us—“and you haven’t done anything. I’ve been about as obvious as I can without saying the words. So here I am, saying it. I want your tongue between my legs. Your cock, too.”
Yeah. Rock fucking hard.
“It’s 1980, sweetheart. Women are allowed to make the first move, ya know?” I shouldn’t egg her on, but it’s too damn hard not to.
A cute little grin spreads across her face, and she treats me to an exaggerated eyeroll. “Noted. And I’ll remember that for the next guy.”
Yeah, not a fan of that. Not fucking at all.
“Amelia…” The word is practically a growl, and it’s suddenly my mission to fuck the thought of any other man out of her.
“Don’t Amelia me! Do you know how hard it’s been not to roll over on the couch and mount you every night this week? You’ve been toying with me, I swear. Every time you graze my bare skin, chills course throughout my whole body. My lady parts get all tingly, my heart beats like its Pete Charles closin’ out ‘Black Betty,’ and just the thought of you doing something—anything—gets me so damn excited. Except you’ve done practically nothing. I can’t even touch my damn self because it’s not the same as it being you! So please, do something about it or else I’m going to combust!”
I’m trying not to grin from her tirade, but it’s nearly impossible. She’s agitated and it’s fucking cute. So I tell her.
“Fuck, you’re cute.”
“Oh my god, you make me want to tear my hair out!”
“Still fucking cute.”
“Arg!”
I’m tired of talking. Amelia’s been a good, patient girl, and it’s time she got her reward.
I’m up the steps, two at a time, in record speed. Amelia lets out a shriek when I bend down, scoop her up, and carry her back to her house. She pushes the door open wider from in my arms, and I kick it closed behind us.