Page 71 of Mind Pucked

“I’m tired, but I’m not that tired,” she replies with a sly smile on her face as she takes my hand and leads me up the stairs to our bedroom.

The room has an ensuite bathroom that she heads into. I lie across the bed on my side, propped up on my elbow, waiting to see what she comes out in. My thoughts run away with me as I wait for her to finish getting ready.

The swishing of fabric and soft grunts can be heard from inside the bathroom. I chuckle to myself as I imagine her having a hard time getting into whatever she’s putting on.

“Are you okay in there?” I ask, since it’s taking her a while to come out.

“I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute,” she says as she giggles through the door.

“Take your time. I’m in no rush. Well, maybe a little bit of a rush,” I tease.

My breath hitches in my throat when I see the door handle turning. I prop myself up higher and my eyes go wide as she steps out of the bathroom. She appears in a dark blue knee-length dress that sparkles in the light. The neckline plunges dangerously low and I feel my pants get a little tighter as I think about what’s waiting for me under the dress. My eyes travel down to the shoes, and I imagine what they’d look like over my shoulders as I ravish her.

“Oh lord, princess, you’re killing me in that dress. All I want to do now is take it off of you,” I tell her as I watch her twirl around.

“Well, you won’t be able to do that in public,” she says with a chuckle.

“Maybe not, but we’re not in public right now,” I say, my voice low and husky with desire.

I stand up from my spot on the bed and move closer to her. I can tell she’s getting just as turned on as I am, her chest heaving with quickening breaths. Her pupils are blown, and I can see her nipples straining against the fabric of the dress.

“Something got you all excited, princess?” I ask.

“Yes,” she answers quickly.

Her breathing is becoming more rapid, and I know I’m having the same effect on her that she is on me. All I want to do is pick her up, toss her on the bed, and have my way with her, but I want to take it nice and slow this time. I keep myself in check and slow my thoughts and movements.

I move behind her and slide down one of the straps, kissing the bare skin of her shoulder, achingly slowly. Her breaths come faster, and a soft moan escapes her lips as I kiss the sensitive flesh at the crook of her neck. Her hand comes up and tangles in my hair as I kiss and nip my way up her neck.

“Jackson,” she breathes out as my other hand pulls down the other strap.

I kiss her other shoulder, making my way to the crook of her neck on that side also. I pay ample attention to her neck, especially the spot by her ear. She moans softly again, and I smile against her skin. My heart pounds as her sounds arouse me even more.

The dress slides down her body and pools on the floor at her feet. She steps out of the pile of material and bends to unbuckle the strappy heels that grace her slender feet.

“No, leave them on,” I tell her as I pull her back to a standing position.

“I thought you might say that,” she whispers seductively.

“I want you so badly, Amelia. It’s taking all my willpower not to take you right here, but I want to take it slow and make it last for you.”

She smiles as she stands back up. I reach one hand around behind her and unclasp her bra in one fluid motion, while myother hand cradles the back of her neck, bringing her close enough to press my lips to hers.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur against her lips.

“Jackson,” she breathes out as my lips find the flesh of her shoulder.

I slide behind her and cup her breasts in my hands. She hums in appreciation, and I squeeze them a bit.

“I want you, Amelia,” I whisper against her ear.

“Here I am, take me,” she replies, hooking her thumbs under the elastic band of her panties and sliding them down her legs.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea how bad I want you,” I say, almost whimpering.

She steps out of her panties and turns, running her hand over the bulge in my pants.

“I’d say you want me really bad,” she croons in my ear.