Where the Streets Have No Name(24)

Daniel knew enough about female anatomy to get the gist of what she meant. She had an examination and the doctor broke the proof of her virginity. “It’s all right, lass, I–”

“I don’t want to talk right now. Talk will ruin it.”

“But–”

She silenced him with a kiss. Daniel was stronger than Amelia in the physical sense, but when she kissed him, she activated a hidden Achilles heel.

A few minutes after she left his lips, he felt her hands tugging at the waistband of his shorts. “Ah, love, what…”

“Shh,” she whispered.

Amelia continued removing his shorts, freeing the stiff, aching erection.

“You don’t have to do–” Her hands closed around him, squeezing, and Daniel sucked in a breath. His blood flew south at an alarming rate. His balls tightened. Thighs burned. “Sweet feckin’ Jaysus,” he gasped.

“Too hard?” Twin pools of swirling cobalt stared at him, eager to please.

“Not hard enough,” he ground out.

She gave the tip a squeeze.

Daniel just about shot his load.

“Can I…” Amelia pulled on her lower lip with her teeth. “I mean, would you let me…do you want me to…” Her tongue made a slow swipe over the plump pink bottom lip.

“Holy shite!” Daniel blinked a few times.

Was he drunk?

Dreaming?

“Are…” He licked his lips “…are you serious?”

“I am.” Amelia reached for her black-rimmed glasses.

His hand closed over hers and he shook his head. “Leave the glasses on, love.”

Her eyes widened. “They aren’t too nerdy?”

“They’re bloody sexy is what they are, just like the lass wearing them.”

A beautiful pink hue stained her smooth cheeks. “I may be many things, Daniel, but I’m not sexy.”

“Bloody Christ, you are. D’you not see how you affect me?” His eyes flicked down to her hands wrapped around the thick crown of his erection. God but it was the single sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

Thick, dark lashes dropped, hiding her eyes from view. “I thought…”

She didn’t continue.

“You thought what, Amelia?”

She stroked the length of him, firm and steady. His breath caught. Legs shook.

“I don’t know…maybe…maybe because I’m here and no one else is–”

“Don’t.” He grabbed her hands, working them up to the head and down to the base. “Don’t be an idiot,” Daniel ground out, his teeth clamped shut.

A quirk of her brow and Amelia grinned, moving her tongue along the edge of her bottom lip. “If there’s one thing I do know for sure, Daniel, it’s that I’m not an idiot. I may be insecure, but I’m not an idiot.”

In a flash of frantic need, he jerked her up his body, crushing his mouth to hers. He’d kiss the insecurity from her if he could. If that’s what it took. He’d do it, and he’d damned well succeed.

“You’re distracting me, Daniel.” Her mouth slid down his jaw, lighting his blood.

“Ah,” was all he said. What else did a man in this position say?

She moved in a slow, sensual, teasing dance, licking his bare chest, dragging her teeth over a nipple. Every touch shot straight to his groin. His thighs burned with impending release.

Nothing on this earth prepared Daniel for the feel of her tongue on his cock. Amelia watched him from her spot, kneeling between his parted thighs. A thick curtain of her glossy hair drifted over one shoulder. Tentative at first, she licked the underside, sucking him deep into the heat of her mouth.

Tension coursed in his veins. Hot. Electric.

And the little vixen moaned.

During the last fifteen years, Daniel endured much, but this was the sweetest kind of torture. The need to thrust his hips up, to force more of his cock into her mouth, it was unbearable. He wanted to hold on, to prolong the feeling. She sucked him deeper, harder, working one hand hard at the base, and the other cupping him.

He couldn’t hold on much longer, any more than he could if he was a goddamned super hero. “Amelia…” he said, voice shaking, hands fisting the sheets at his sides. “I…Jaysus. Can’t…”

She sucked harder, ignoring his words. Stroked his length in tight, frantic squeezes. Daniel tried to hold back and failed. He had to warn her…

“Shite!” he shouted, pulsing his release down her throat.

He tried to pull away but she kept her lips wrapped around him, swallowing him down.

Daniel couldn’t breathe. He shut his eyes, stroking her hair, emptying the last of his seed into her mouth. When he grew softer, she released him, planting a kiss on the softening crown of his cock and then his thigh. He looked at her then. Her expression yanked at his heartstrings.