The hunger built up like an insatiable beast. Desire overwhelmed her senses. His hands were suddenly on her jaw, his lips raining a million kisses over her entire face. In a show of his strength, Daniel turned them both, landing on his back, holding her above him. The head of his cock was so deep she thought she’d die from sensations slipping through her system like liquid flames.
Then she rocked her hips. Amelia almost screamed from the feel of Daniel, so deep, she feared losing her mind.
“Oh, Amelia.” His big hands roamed her body, trailing over the flat planes of her abdomen, reaching the heavy globes of her breasts.
She rocked her hips again and again. It felt like someone lit her toes on fire, then her clit, and then she was burning alive. Daniel fastened his mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple deep into the heat of his mouth. He held her tight to him, his hips rising to slam against hers.
Each thrust carried her closer to sweet oblivion and when she reached the point where the world faded to bright white heat and nothing existed but Daniel and how he made her feel, Amelia cried out his name, holding him as tight as she could, she exploded in his arms. His mouth swallowed her cries and his arms held her close as he body shuddered through the last remnants of a powerful orgasm that rocked her world and marked her soul.
For a long moment, Daniel remained where he was, buried deep inside Amelia, surrounded by her. He feared if he moved this scene would vanish and he’d wake up to find it had all been a dream. But if he stayed here he might fall asleep and accidentally roll over, crushing her. Grudgingly, he rolled to his side, taking her with him. Amelia sighed at his throat. Her breathing came deep and even. Her body relaxed. Fingers slackened over the taut muscles in his back.
She’d fallen asleep in his arms. Trusted him enough to give him this gift. Trusted him with her heart and her body. Daniel pulled her closer, wrapping her in his embrace. Amelia stirred a torrent of emotions in his chest, the kind of feelings he didn’t deserve but wanted nonetheless.
And damn it if, even fast asleep and fully sated, she aroused him to the point of agony. He hardened inside her and she gripped him like a tight fist. Rather than trying to fight the rocking of his hips to reach completion while she slept – he wasn’t a total bastard – Daniel pulled his aching cock from inside her heat. It rested thick and hard against her belly.
Daniel breathed. Focusing his mind and body, but he failed. All thoughts returned to Amelia; how she felt under him, above him, wrapped around him; rocking her hips, taking what she needed…and her hands, roaming up her breasts to her jaw. The way she shuddered his name when she found release.
Not the best way to get rid of a hard on, Daniel thought with a sigh.
Whimpering at his chest, Amelia shivered, curling her body closer. He reached for the duvet and covered them both, tucking her as close to his body as possible. And Daniel learned just how much he cared for the lass. More than cared…he’d fallen in love with Amelia.
Okay, so they shared a moment unlike any he’d ever known, but he wasn't sure what it meant. He felt raw. Too physically drained to consider it. But now, in the afterglow of their lovemaking…
Daniel slammed his eyes shut. He didn’t know how she felt. She’d said she didn’t know if she could let anyone in. When she eventually did open her heart fully, Amelia deserved much more than a pathetic ex-con, a man labelled as a murderer. Someone who could never give her the things in life she was worthy of.
A house. A family. Vacations. He could never give her any of those. The only thing Daniel had to give was his heart and the world proved more often than not that love was never enough.
Amelia woke from a delicious dream surrounded by warmth and a rich male scent that tingled her toes. Memories flashed back like film reels. Daniel. Riding him in unrestrained abandon. Exploding together, riding the waves of release until…
Damn, had she passed out? She couldn’t remember anything after she found release. On top.
Embarrassment flooded her cheeks. She turned, searching for him. But the bed was empty. The sheets felt cold to the touch. Amelia sat up and looked around, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
She spotted him at the window. Daniel’s shoulders blocked out the sunlight. So wide. So strong. She bit her lip, recalling how hard and hot his skin felt beneath her hands when he plunged inside her. He made her feel wicked and sexy and wonderful. Most of all, he made her feel loved.
Daniel must have felt her eyes on him. Slowly he turned to face her. His arms were folded over his chest. His expression neutral. Guarded. Maybe he’d lied to her and it wasn’t good for him. Maybe she’d done something wrong. She wasn’t even sure if he…finished.