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I snap out of my thoughts and focus on her sounds, reading her needs until her breathing slows and I remove my hand, holding her still in case she can’t stand on her own. “Are you satisfied?” I ask, looking up at her from my knees, taking in her flushed cheeks and tangled hair.

“Not even close,” she lies, her lips twisted into a mischievous grin as her breath rushes from her mouth.

“Amelia. Amelia. You are so goddamn beautiful it hurts.” I chuckle under my breath, squeezing her thighs beneath my palms. “If only you weren’t always such a pain in my ass.”

Amelia’s eyes widen but she recovers quickly, giving my head a shove. “A little orgasm isn’t enough to change me,” she rushes out, dropping her foot to the ground before stepping away.

“Maybe not.” I laugh. “But we’re not done yet. Get on the bed.”

CHAPTER THREE

Amelia

Who the hell am I? And what is he doing to me?Ignoring the fact that Luke called me beautiful, I roll my eyes in protest and wait for what he does next.

He groans as he stands, before huffing out a laugh and effortlessly throwing me over his shoulder, eliciting a squeal as he spins me around, rushing across the room.

When we reach the bed, Luke tosses me onto the mattress and grips my ankles, while I bite back a moan. I work hard on remembering who I am, but I struggle to think of anything other than the man in front of me as he pulls me toward the edge, completely obliterating my previous notions on sex. I liked vanilla. Ilovedvanilla.

But this is something else entirely and I’mlosing my mind.

After spreading my legs, Luke wastes no time settling himself between them, swirling his tongue through my heat until I cry out again. Digging my nails into the bed, I claw at the sheets…needing something to keep me grounded. This isn’t me.At all.But God only knows why I’d want to be me right now when I’m enjoying this too much. It’s addictive.

“Are you ready for more?” Luke asks, his voice penetrating my thoughts as he stands up, and I instantly miss his touch. While I’d love nothing more than to quip back with some smart-ass response, we’re beyond that, and I’d do just about anything for “more” right now.

“Yes,” I rush out, sitting up to grab the back of his neck, pulling him onto the bed, unable to meet his stare as I whisper, “I need you inside me.Now.” I’ve never been more hungry for it.

Luke groans and I swear his length throbs against me as he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. I barely take a breath before he crushes his mouth to mine, completely devouring me as he groans again, the vibrations sending a spark straight to my core as I taste myself on his lips.

The kiss is messy, rushed, passionate, and so goddamn intoxicating I don’t think I’ll be able to break away. But Luke does, and when he releases me from his hold, he lifts to his knees, giving me the perfect view of his abs as he palms his cock over his pants. “Jesus, Amelia. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want me.”

“I don’t want you,” I say honestly, because that’s not what I’m craving. “I want what you’re about to do to me…and I’m going to need you to hurry it up.”

His lips pull into a smirk as his eyes light up, staring at me as though I just gave him the ammunition he needs to take me down.And maybe I did.But I’m in too deep to care.

Without a word or smart-ass response—which is a little unnerving—Luke gets off the bed and slowly removes his pants. I sense his gaze on my face, but my eyes stay firmly locked on his chest, letting myself enjoy it while I can. He really is a stunningspecimen of a man. Such a pity he knows it, acting like he’s selflessly letting all women reap the benefits.

Although, I suppose he is.

As I stare, I picture his abs tensing while I lick a path across his perfectly rigid muscles, and it’s not until he clears his throat that I’m snapped out of my thoughts. He steps out of his briefs and I lift my gaze, meeting his eyes when he stands tall. “Your turn,” he says, crawling back on the bed, slowly running his hands up my legs until he reaches the hem of my dress.

My skin tingles with his touch, and my body warms at the intensity of his stare.

“This is new,” he muses as he points to my chest, his other hand palming my leg. “The Amelia I remember wouldn’t have her tits out like this.”

I internally flinch but hold my gaze. “Don’t do that,” I scoff, though he’s not wrong. I’ve been dressing differently since I ended my marriage. But I’ve been doing it for me, not other people. And this one’s further out of my comfort zone. “Don’t pretend you know me. I’m not that girl anymore.”

“Oh, I know. You may have hated me back then, but you were never this feisty. I like the new you.”

Once again ignoring his slight compliment, I raise an eyebrow and change the subject. “Do I need to undress myself or do you want to do it?”

“Decisions. Decisions.” Luke runs his finger across his bottom lip, making me bite down on mine as my breath quickens. “How about you do it,” he decides. “Let me enjoy the view.”

With my pulse racing, I rise to the challenge and grab his hand, making a show of removing it from my body before clasping my hands around my hem. With painstakingly slow movements, I lift to my knees and drag the material along my skin, gliding my dress over my head. I’m supposed to be teasing him, but the second I remember my panties lying somewhere onthe floor on the other side of the room, my core pulses, picturing his expression as I expose myself.

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