Page 61 of The One I Love
That’s what did me in. It’s all I could think about as I waited the twenty agonizing minutes to leave the bar. It’s all I could think about—that and her text—as I broke every traffic law to get home.
Don’t fuck this up, Cunningham. Don’t you dare fuck this up…
That’s the speech I give myself as I get out of my truck andenter my house. I might not have fantasized about things like vacations or mundane relationship milestones when it came to Amelia, but I did dream about this night. I dreamed what it would be like to feel her under me. To kiss every inch of her body. To hear and feel her come apart in my arms. I know I’ve gotten to experience some of that already, but tonight is going to be a night I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
She’s been my dream girl for as long as I can remember. She was what got me through my time in the Army. I remember the night I kissed her before I went to basic, thinking that I needed to do it in case I never saw her again. Not kissing her would have been the biggest regret of my life.
Now my biggest regret will be if I don’t make this perfect for her. Because she deserves every bit of that and more.
I turn off the light in my kitchen as I make my way down the hall to my bedroom. I can see the faintest hint of a light coming from under the door. When I open it, I see my bedside lamp on, but my bed empty.
“Amelia?”
I take a step into the room as I take off my watch and place it on my dresser. Only then do I notice the light coming from under my bathroom door.
“Beautiful? You okay?”
Amelia opens the door, and I think my legs give out. I know what she said in the text, but I never in a million years expected her to be naked for me when I got home.
But here she is. Standing in front of me, gloriously naked, looking like a goddamn goddess.
And all mine.
“Come here.” She takes a step toward me, and it’s all I need to reach out and pull her in. The fact I can’t feel her naked body against me is a crime, and I’ll rectify that in a second. Right now I just need to kiss her.
There’s nothing rushed about this. It doesn’t feel like we’re on the clock. It’s just her, me, and the rhythm we’ve developed. I never knew this could happen with someone. I didn’t know kissing could be as natural as breathing. But with Amelia, it is. In just our short time together, I already know where she’s going to put her hands. I know how she’s going to move her mouth. I know that when I let my hands slide down to her ass, she grabs onto my hair a little harder. Some might think knowing all of that might be boring. Not me. To me this means we were always meant to be. That finding each other was always part of the plan.
I scoop her into my arms and take the few steps needed to set her down on my bed. I stand back up to undress, and while I don’t expect Amelia to lay back and watch me strip, I am surprised when she sits back up.
“What are you doing?”
She looks up at me with a sparkle in her eye. “You.”
My cock springs to life with that one word. Before I know it, Amelia has worked my belt off and pushed my pants and boxer briefs down. I step out of them and suck in a breath when I feel her hand wrapped around me. But that’s nothing compared to my body clenching when she puts me in her hot mouth.
“Fuck, Amelia,” I groan, taking her hair in my hands as she starts sucking me.
Before when she did this, I knew she was trying to figure herself out. Test her own limits and seeing where her comfort level was. But now? This isn’t that same Amelia. This woman is claiming me.
She didn’t need to do that. I’m hers. I always have been.
I take a moment to look down at her. Yes, this feels fucking amazing. But it’s more than that. Seeing Amelia this unhinged,this sexy, this wanton, is the image I want to carry with me the rest of my life.
My hips start thrusting into her, and I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to hold on. She feels too good. But I don’t want to finish like this. No, tonight I need to be inside her.
I pull out of her mouth, rip my shirt over my head, and as she gasps for air, I fall into the bed with her. I do my best to keep my weight off her, which is hard when she begins wrapping her legs around me. Her hands are gliding up and down on my back as our kiss deepens. I start moving my lips down her neck before landing on her waiting nipple, which is all but begging me to take it in my mouth. As my mouth works that, I let my fingers trail down her smooth stomach until I land at her hot center.
“So wet already,” I groan before switching my mouth to the other side. I coat my finger in her wetness, loving how ready she is—and we’ve just started.
“I want you, Shane,” Amelia says as she claws at my back. “I want this so much.”
I release her nipple with a pop and I quickly roll over to my bedside table to grab a condom. I go to my knees and rip it open, quickly sheathing myself. When I look back to Amelia, I’m overwhelmed with emotion. She’s laying on the bed, her eyes hooded as she watches me. Her body is subtly twisting on the bed as she seeks relief. Relief she only wants from me.
Don’t worry, beautiful, I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of you…
“I’m ready, Shane.”
I knew I wanted to hear a certain three magical words from Amelia. I just didn’t realize it was those three.
