Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,53

whole damn buffet.

Nightly.

First thing in the morning.

Mid-day works, too. After all, Starland Vocal Band had it right. Everyone deserves an afternoon delight, and with Amelia? Pretty sure I’ll become addicted to it.

“That’s one hell of a limited-time offer,” she says, and the sudden reminder that this won’t last much longer isn’t a welcome one, even after our heart-to-heart about exes who wanted more than we were willing to offer.

I take her fingers in mine, locking our hands firmly together. “Hey, let’s make a deal. I don’t want to think about the end of the summer, or what happens afterwards, or anything. So let’s forget it. Let’s forget that time is limited and just make the most of what we have. It’ll be easier that way. Especially in case you get tired of me sooner than September.” I’m teasing, but it doesn’t seem to faze her.

Amelia nods, but she doesn’t look at me. “Works for me.” She sits up and holds her palm out to me. “No talking about how little time we have. We’ll just enjoy it. Until you’re annoying.”

Her grin makes me feel a little better, yet her words aren’t quite as enthusiastic as she’s portraying them. I place my hand in hers and we shake. It strangely feels like a business transaction and I don’t fucking like it.

But what can I say? This was my deal, and for both our sakes, we’re better off if we stick to it.

I ignore the warning bells that ring in the back of my mind.

One hot summer and then I’ll walk away.

Something burns hot in my gut and I know it’s probably going to be easier said than done.

SUNSHINE STREAMS THROUGH THE WINDOW in my bedroom, its heat already making my skin warm. It doesn’t help that I’m pressed up against a naked Knox, whose own skin practically radiates against mine. I can hardly believe he’s finally here. It seems like ages ago when we met that day in the storm, and it boggles my mind how quickly he’s become an essential part of my day.

Waking up to him? That’s just the icing on the cake.

“Morning,” he says, my stomach getting all squishy at his husky tone.

Note to self: sleepy Knox equals sexy Knox.

“Morning,” I mumble against his bare chest.

He brushes the hair out of my eyes, and I peek up at him. Sleepy-eyed Knox may be even sexier than sleepy-voiced Knox.

“What was that?”

My mouth still pressed against his skin, I repeat, “Morning.”

“Babe, not sure if you’re still half asleep, but you’re speakin’ gibberish.”

I lift up, leaning away from him, my hand covering my mouth. “I’m trying not to scare you away with morning breath.”

In a flash, Knox has me flat on my back, with him straddling my waist, hovering so damn close. “Babe.”

Like that one word should make it all okay.

“Don’t babe me,” I say. “I know what my breath smells like in the morning.”

He rolls his hips, his morning wood grazing my clit, which is deliciously sensitive from all the attention it received last night. “Babe,” he repeats, drawing it out all sexy and husky and annoying like. “You sucked my cock last night. Drained me dry if I recall. And, babe, I’ll be recallin’ it for a long damn time. Doesn’t make sense to care what your mouth tastes like after that.”

My belly clenches, my thighs tremble, and hell if I’m not squirming beneath him. I have no idea who this guy is. He’s sweet; he’s brash. He’s attentive; he’s aloof. He’s charming; he’s one hell of a dirty talker.

Who knew all those things could be rolled into one giant bundle of sexy?

“Huh,” he grunts, stealing me from my thoughts.

I glance up to see him grinning down at me. “What?” I ask, practically breathless.

“You. I’m the one who was sucked off last night, yet you’re the one lying there all cute and dreamy-eyed.”

“I’m not dreamy-eyed.”

“Yeah, babe. You are. Though I don’t know why. Guess I better give you a reason to be.” Knox scoots back down, uses his big hands to push my thighs apart, and lowers his head. “Time I taste you.” He gives me a wink. “After that, I want my good morning kiss.”

I’m pretty sure I’ll give him anything he wants after this.

Knox wastes no time diving in—literally. There’s no preamble with fingers or soft, swooping kisses along the curve of my thighs as he toys with me. Not with this man. His mouth descends and captures my clit with a force I’m not expecting, causing