Page 9 of Beautiful Storm

The air between us shifts as our mouths mold together, our lips moving in sync, our breathing shallow.

I press into her, and she welcomes me, her grip on my waist tightening as she slowly rocks against me, her movements creating a friction I do not need right now. But fuck if I can stop it.

My cock hardens as I sink my hands into her thick brown hair, eliciting a soft mewl from her lips. I’m acutely aware that we shouldn’t be doing this,but right now, the only thing that concerns me is getting Amelia to scream my name, and it all starts here.

I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and tilt her head, deepening the kiss and stealing her breath as she gasps. Dropping my hand to the hem of her dress, I bunch the material beneath my fist and groan.What I wouldn’t give to taste her.

My grip tightens as I consider my options, but Amelia speaks first, cutting into my thoughts.

“Do you want to come in?” she rasps against my lips, her stare confident when I pull back to look at her.

I think about it for all of two seconds before I lift an eyebrow and nod. “About time.”

Amelia’s eyes narrow but before she can sass me, I cut her off. “Open the door, Joy. Unless you want to come right here. Right now.”And I am not messing around.

“Jesus.”

She roots around in her pocket before finally producing the key to her room and opening her door, dragging me over the threshold. The mood changes the second we’re inside, and I almost laugh at the tension hovering between us.Who knew it was still there.

“I never thought the alpha thing would work for me,” Amelia says, almost incredulously, before her gaze lifts to mine. “But God, that was hot.”

“Thank you.” I smirk as I remove my jacket, letting it drop to the floor. “Though I never thought I’d win you over so easily.”

Her face drops and she forcefully shoves me away. “Fuck you,” she retorts, making me chuckle.

“And she’s back.” I kick the door shut behind me before stalking toward her, sinking one hand into her hair as the other settles at her waist, giving her a squeeze. “I like the snarky version of you. She keeps things interesting.”

Amelia opens her mouth, but just like in the hall, I cut her off with a kiss, instantly swirling my tongue around hers, consuming her as I crowd her.

She moans against my lips before her head falls back and her entire body shivers.She’s unequivocally mine in this moment and she doesn’t even know it.

Wrapping my fingers around her hair, I hold her head in place as I kiss a path along her neck, sucking the heated flesh into my mouth, listening to her breaths quicken as her body begs for more. But just when I think she’s letting me take control, shereaches out and palms my shirt, curling her fingers until her nails bite through the cotton. Marking me. Making me hurt.

I swallow back a groan and continue kissing her, refusing to give her the satisfaction of knowing she affects me.

While I can say with absolute certainty thatthiswas not my intention when I followed her, I’m not complaining. Amelia may be the last person I ever expected to bed, but even I can’t pretend she’s hasn’t aged beautifully. And who am I to turn down a good time?

She’s—

“Where did you go?” she whispers, her voice holding back a giggle as she draws my attention, her hands roaming before she starts undoing my buttons, tugging me forward when I don’t answer.

“What?” I tighten my hold on her hair, pulling her head back as my lips meet her neck again, sucking the flesh below her ear.

“You stopped…moving,” she says breathlessly, her skin pulsing beneath my touch. “Did you…ah…space out a little?”

I drop my hand from her side and reach beneath her dress, skating my fingers along her thigh, feeling her body shake as I move toward her center. “I was thinking about how naive you are,” I lie. “Getting into an elevator with a bunch of guys you don’t know?” When my hand meets her panties, I waste no time running the tip of my finger along the edge of the satin… teasing… loving when she clenches in anticipation.

“You were…thinking?” Amelia tries to sass me again, but despite locking me with her intense stare, her voice comes with a breathy sigh, making me chuckle. “Bad idea,” she continues, finally snapping out of her daze and ripping the shirt from my shoulders like it pains her, her gaze moving to my bare chest. “Did that hurt?” she asks, her voice no longer wavering.

“Thinking?” I raise a brow as shereaches out to touch me, the tips of her fingers gently stroking my abs. “No, that doesn’thurt.” Dropping her hair, I grab her free hand and raise it above her head, pinning her against the wall as I lean in. “Not as much as touching you does.”

Giving up the teasing, I run a finger through her pussy, holding back my groan when I find her dripping for me.

Amelia sucks in a breath but smiles wide, pretending she’s unaffected. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She fakes a pout but I see through her shameless attempt at keeping her cool. “Should we stop?” She drags her nails across my skin, only pausing when the tips of her fingers dip below my waistband.

“Just try it,” I growl, my cock pulsing when she immediately undoes my belt, not bothering to argue as she works to release my cock.This woman.

With her focus on my pants, I continue to tease her, swirling my finger around her clit, holding her in place as she wriggles and gasps. Her movements quicken and I can’t stop my lips from curling into a smile. There’s something particularly satisfying about knowing she feels the same. Knowing how affected she is. Like me, she can’t walk away now that we’ve started something.

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