Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,79

little tryst this summer.”

“Babe, you’ve got me there, but you’re forgetting one thing.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

I stalk towards her and box her in on the wall behind her. “Teenage boys have very wild imaginations.”

It’s true. Even back when I thought sex was just dry-humping until a girl got “the feeling,” as Gwen called it, or a guy’s dick leaked creamy fluid, I still had fantasies about when, where, and how a guy could get a girl into doing said dry-humping with him. Imagine how I was when I learned that real sex was actually penetration and that it didn’t only have to be in the pussy.

My imagination ran wild.

Only now, being here with Amelia, do I finally feel a desire to act on all those late-night teenage boy fantasies. And I want to start right fucking now.

Hell, I never want to stop.

Stop, Knox. No future. Something tells me I’m going to have to pound those two words into my head for the remainder of the summer.

Something else tells me I should just rip the duct tape off and ask Amelia if there’s any way there’s a snowball’s chance in hell she’d be interested in more.

“Well then. What’d do you say you take me back home and enlighten me on just how wild those imaginations can be.”

Come again?

My heads jolts up and I see her lips curved into a wry smile, and my cock inflates. Greedy little bastard. See—pretty girl, mention of sex, instant hard-on. It’s a pretty standard formula.

She grabs my hand and drags me towards the entrance of the cave, where a deluge of rain continues to fall.

Amelia pushes me back and then surprises me when she falls to her knees. With hungry eyes, she gazes up at me. “Or, while we wait out the storm, how about we see what I’ve been imagining?”

And just like that, cock overrides heart. Any fleeting thoughts of changing our plans fly out the fucking window.

For now.

Because it’s too soon to tell Amelia that what I’ve been imagining isn’t just her in my bed for the rest of our lives.

It’s her for the rest of my life.

I just don’t know if I’ll ever be able to admit it.

I WASN’T LYING WHEN I said it’s annoying that Knox always seems to be right. It’s just, in this particular instance, I was more annoyed because of why he was right.

I told Knox it was impossible to have sex in a cave. He countered that it was entirely possible. He didn’t warn me, though, that what he was about to embark upon was not sex. Because it wasn’t.

No, what Knox just did to me in this cave can only be considered… Hell, I don’t know if there’s a word for it. Worship is much too reverent; admiration much too understated. It was some sort of cross between ultimate fucking and slow, deliberate torture.

The way his hands roamed my body, the sensations he elicited as he buried his head between my legs and drank, sucked, ate, licked, fucked—basically ran the entire gamut—nearly sent me over the edge time and time again. But he didn’t allow that. Hence the torture.

I don’t know what it was. The darkness, the nature surrounding us, the truths I’d just spilled to him that I’d never told a soul left me vulnerable in a way I’d never felt before. A way I never thought I’d want to feel.

Yet, through it all, I didn’t have a single regret. Knox didn’t handle me like I was delicate. He didn’t handle me with sympathy—or, hell, even empathy. He allowed me to tell him what I wanted to say, and then he placed it behind us without my even having to ask.

That’s why I told him he couldn’t make me fall in love with him, never expecting that his response would be the sweetest contrast between lovemaking and fucking that a woman could ever experience.

One simple request. He did the opposite.

That’s why part of me hates him right now, even though I know the truth. I’ve fallen hard and I don’t give a single damn. Because when he leaves at the end of the summer, every second, every memory, every piece of myself that he’ll take with him will have been worth it.

Even if it breaks my heart.

Before him, I was already broken. With the power to put me back together again, just to have it all come crashing down, it’s all in his hands.

It doesn’t matter. Knox has given me something I didn’t have when I