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“Um, in my head, this sounded like a good idea,” she said.

“Walking in on me in the tub sounded like a good idea?” he asked.

“Yes, in my head it did,” she repeated. “It’s just that you shut me down every time I bring up the possibility of there being an us,” she said.

“That’s because there is no us,” he insisted. “I thought that I was pretty clear about that.”

“You don’t want me?” she almost whispered to herself, fidgeting with the belt of her robe.

“That’s not the issue, not at all,” he grumbled, covering his private parts with his big hands. “I told you that I can’t get involved with anyone—not now, not ever. You’re not the type of girl that I usually play with.”

“Play with,” she repeated. “I don’t want to just play with you, Spider.”

“Exactly,” he said. “I don’t do relationships and you aren’t a one-night stand kind of girl. We’ve already been over this.” She thought about telling him that she could be that kind of girl, but she also knew that he was right. She had never had a one-night stand in her whole life. “My job is just too dangerous,” he said. “I couldn’t get involved with a woman knowing that I might not make it home to her. It wouldn’t be fair to you, Amelia.” Every time he said her name like that, it made her girl parts hum to life. All she could think about was him giving into what she wanted from him. She wanted to hear him whisper his name while on top of her, but she had a feeling that might not ever happen unless she took matters into her own hands.

“I think that you’re just not keeping an open mind,” she said as she untied her robe.

“What the fuck does that mean?” he asked. He watched her hands as they finished untying the belt to her robe and when she let it slide down her body, she heard his breath hitch.

“Don’t do this,” he ordered. She climbed into the tub and, balancing as she lowered herself over his body, straddling his lap. When she was fully seated, she could feel his erection poking against her ass and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her parted lips. She shamelessly rubbed herself on him and he grabbed her hips stopping her.

“Amelia,” he hissed.

“Spider,” she whispered, “I want you, and I can feel how much you want me. Stop making excuses and just take what you want,” she begged. She knew that sooner or later he was going to have to give in to her but having him reject her now would hurt like hell.

Amelia leaned down to kiss him, letting her breasts rub against his hairy chest and, God, just that little bit of friction nearly sent her over the edge. “Fuck,” he growled against her lips. For just a second, she thought that he was going to turn her away, but he didn’t. Instead, Spider pulled her against his body and crushed his lips to hers, taking everything that she was offering her and giving her back so much more.

“You taste good,” she whispered against his lips.

“You do too, honey,” he breathed.

“Tell me that you’re going to go through with this, Spider. I couldn’t take your rejection now—please,” she begged.

“I’m not going to reject you, baby,” he assured. “I couldn’t now, even if I wanted to. I want you too, Amelia.” Hearing him say that gave her the courage to make her next move. She lifted her hips and reached down between their bodies to grab his cock with both of her hands. She stroked him, loving the way that he hissed out his breath, thrusting into her hands.

“Don’t tease me, baby,” he ordered.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she breathed. She helped guide his cock to her pussy, lowering herself back down onto his lap, letting him fill her completely as she did.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. He grabbed her hips with his big hands and helped her to slide up and down his cock, their bodies slushing water out of the tub and onto the tile floor below.

Spider sat up and sucked one of her taut nipples into his warm mouth and she moaned out his name, begging him for more. “Ride me, honey,” he begged. “Ride me hard.” She nodded, sure that she wouldn’t be able to form words right now. “You’re so fucking perfect.” No one had talked to her like Spider did. No one told her how perfect she was before and when she looked into his brown eyes, she could tell that he meant every word that he whispered to her.

He pulled her down to kiss her, letting her nipples brush against his chest hair once more and that little bit of friction was all she needed. Amelia cried out his name as she rode out her orgasm. And when he lost himself in her, he whispered her name like a prayer.

Amelia collapsed against him, resting her cheek against his collarbone. “You know, you’re pretty perfect too, Spider,” she breathed.

“I’m not, but you’ll figure that out soon enough, honey,” he mumbled into her hair. “I just hope that you don’t regret what we just did together.”

“That’s not possible,” she whispered. It wasn’t either. She had wanted Spider since their second night together. He was so gentle and patient with her, Amelia was sure that he’d be that way with her in bed too, and she was right. Well, it was in the tub, but she wasn’t about to split hairs. She finally got what she wanted, and she didn’t plan on giving Spider up any time soon—even if she had to push her way into his life.

* * *

Amelia spent the rest of the night moving her limited things into his room while Spider protested. She explained to him that there was no going back now that they had made love, but he still gave her some push back. He wasn’t going to accept her in his life easily, but she didn’t care. He admitted that he wanted her and that was all she needed to know.

He was lying in bed, listing the reasons, again, as to why they shouldn’t be together when she stripped bare and climbed into bed with him. She snuggled against him, and Spider instantly shut up, wrapping his arm around her, and tugging her against his body.

“You were saying?” she asked around a yawn.