her hands move under my shirt, a ferocious need overtakes my mouth.
“I want you, Lia, so fucking much,” I growl, pinning her to the bench with my hips.
Lia answers with another hard kiss and I struggle to hold back. She’s pulling me under and I need to control myself, but I want to devour every last part of her here and now. I rest my forehead on hers, our heavy breathing matching.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers.
I grab her by the hips and lift her onto the bench. Without waiting for more of an indication, I push the unbuttoned shirt from her shoulders, kissing, nipping, and licking her heated skin; smoother and softer than in the memories I tried to grasp onto.
“You’re beautiful,” I say as I dip my tongue into the hollow of her neck. The small noise she makes again threatens my restraint and it’s impossible to hide the effect she’s having on me. I hold Lia in the small of her back as she arches toward me, eager for more, and the need for her begins to blind. I pause again and rest my cheek against her skin.
“You can stop being sweet now,” she says hoarsely.
Okay, this is unexpected. “What do you want me to do?”
“Whatever you want, but not here.” The lust I see reflected in her eyes burns into me.
“You really shouldn’t have said that.” I pull her away from the counter and tip her over my shoulder.
Amelia gasps at me then giggles. As I carry her, I rub my nose along her silky-smooth skin, breathing in the scent of the girl I love. She wriggles against the sensation as I take the short walk into the lounge before tipping her onto the small sofa .
42
AMELIA
The danger surrounding us falls away, and it’s just us, finally. The charge beneath our fingers where we touch cheeks, between our lips where they hover so close together, trips the switch on the energy between us and everything floods out.
For moments, our mouths hover close, as he hesitates again. Matt doesn't need to kiss me to express what we see on each other's faces now the outside is stripped away. But when he does kiss me again, my world splinters. The parts I've held together while we were separated are torn apart by the intensity of the energy coming from Matt.
I need us both naked, to be surrounded by and engulfed by Matt, and I pull at his T-shirt. When he helps tug it over his head, I reach straight for the button on his jeans. My fingers tremble, but before I get further, he slips downwards, and his lips move across my skin. I feel him exhale against my stomach; his cheek pressed against me and breath coming in bursts. Connecting.
I move against him, tugging his hair. "Matt."
He lifts his head, and my heart swells. Looking into Matt’s eyes is like looking in a mirror, my thoughts and fears reflected back. There is more intimacy in the look we share than any kiss, his heart and soul open and raw.
He touches my face as if reading my mind. "I love you."
The tenderness of his words is followed by a rough passion, a desperation to get skin on skin as he slides a strong hand under my back, arching me toward him, holding his weight away, cautious. He’s torturing me; all I want is to be pressed beneath him, obliterated from anything but our coming together.
The world shifts further away with each item of clothing we remove from each other, and each new taste and touch of each other's skin. Dizzied by his lips and tongue on each newly revealed place, I'm a trembling mess as his thumbs hook my underwear.
"This is okay?" he says against my ear, but all I'm aware of is the thin material of our underwear as the last barrier between us.
"What do you think?" I whisper back.
"I think," he says huskily, "that you don't want me to be sweet."
“Exactly.”
This can’t be slow; next time we can be slow, all I want now is the last part of Matt. Mouth back on mine, we lose ourselves and kiss with the fervour to match our bodies, moving from gentle teasing to harsh and frenzied. The pleasure that pushes me further towards losing myself in Matt forever grows until the tingles from my scalp to my toes becomes a shockwave tearing into my soul.
Matt watches me the whole time, as if soaking up my pleasure with his eyes. The