Page 56 of Reckless With You

Once again, I knew I wouldn’t.

I finally had to pull back to catch my breath.

And when I did, I rested my forehead against hers. Her grip on my hips tightened, and I held back a smile. This was wrong. This would get us into so much trouble. But I couldn’t help it. Amelia was my weakness. My temptation. And I hadn’t even realized it.

How had she done this to me?

How had I let myself get involved in this?

But then I couldn’t really think anymore. I couldn’t care.

Because I had her in my arms. And I needed more. Wanted more.

“What are we doing?” she whispered, her voice coming out in sharp pants.

My breaths matched hers, and I just sighed, my hands running down her back to cover her ass. We were outside my house, in full view of anyone who wanted to look. But it was late and dark enough that no one could really see us. I hadn’t left the porch light on, and the chill in the air was biting enough that no one would be outside to pay any attention to us.

It was just Amelia and me. And we could be the ones that sent us down the path of our own turmoil. Nobody else.

“I don’t know,” I said, finally answering her. “But I don’t think I want to stop.”

She looked up at me then, her lips swollen from my kisses, kind of begging for more. At least that’s what I thought. What I hoped.

“Maybe we should go inside.”

My dick stood at attention, pressing hard into the zipper of my pants. Figured. “Oh?” There was so much in that single word, that one sound escaping on a growl, that I was afraid both of us were going to rip off the other’s clothes right then and there. Not that we would.

“To talk,” she said again, her voice equally breathy. I couldn’t get my heart to stop racing, not with the way she was looking at me, and I had a feeling she had the same problem.

What the hell was wrong with us?

“To talk,” I repeated, not knowing if that was the truth or not.

I swallowed hard and then let her go, only to grab her hand with my left one and use my right one to get into the house. I closed the door firmly behind us, and then I was on her again, absorbing her taste. Talking would have to wait.

Her back was pressed against the door, my hands on her face as I deepened the kiss, our tongues tangling. She moaned into my mouth, her hands moving down my back, her fingernails pricking my skin even through my jacket.

I wanted to rip off that fur thing she wore, the one that wasn’t really fur but made her look adorable.

I wanted to strip her out of all her clothes and lick her slowly from head to toe. Every inch of her. I wanted to spread her legs and slam into her, feeling that sense of peace I hadn’t known I wanted.

I wanted to feel her wet heat, feel her cunt clamp around me as I came inside her, and she screamed my name.

I wanted my lips on those tantalizing breasts I had seen once already. I wanted to squeeze and mold and bite.

I wanted her on her knees as I gripped her hair, sliding in and out of that luscious mouth of hers. I wanted those lips even more swollen, her tongue coated with my come as she swallowed me whole.

I wanted my head between her thighs, licking up her sweet juices as I gently bit down on her clit, using my fingers to bring her to ecstasy.

I wanted to reach around and play with her ass, see if she liked that, discover if she would let my fingers explore.

I wanted all of that.

And it made me a fucking bastard.

But I really didn’t care.

Because all I wanted was her. Even if it sent us both to hell.