His gaze dropped to her chest, flushed with arousal. Dusky rose-tipped nipples erect and needing his mouth on them. The flat, smooth expanse of her abdomen, leading to trimmed curls glistening…
Daniel dropped to his knees, yanking her towards him. He filled his hands with the curves of her arse, angling her where he wanted her. So soft. Amelia gasped, staring down at him, desire swirling in the depths of her eyes. He licked his lips, then inhaled her musky-sweet scent. Amelia sunk her hands into his hair at the same time he ran his tongue along her slick folds. When he reached the firm bud at the top of her, Daniel sucked her clit into his mouth.
“Oh!” she cried out, clutching his hair, forcing his mouth deeper.
Chuckling, he obliged, working his tongue harder, faster. Her hips bucked and writhed, body trembled. Her breath did that thing when she was coming, hitching and gasping mingled with pleasured moans. Daniel pushed on, showing her two could play the game. He was every bit as capable of making her lose herself in the moment.
Except it was he who lost control again, lifting her in his arms and thrusting his cock into her snug heat, sheathing himself fully. Bracing their weight on his own two feet, he slammed in and out of her, swallowing her cries with his mouth. Daniel went wild. Primal. He took and gave and nothing mattered but the feel of Amelia, accepting him as he was, wanting him with the same intense and unyielding need.
She clenched around him, her orgasm milking him, tearing his self-control to shreds. Daniel came with a hoarse shout of her name, his seed jetting inside her. They trembled together, clutching one another tight. Tension flickered around them, hot and thick and wild. Again, the words made their way to the tip of his tongue. And again he held them back. Though he felt like one, he wasn’t some eejit schoolboy trying to tell a girl how he felt.
Amelia shuddered, draping herself on his chest. Their heartbeats slammed together, chest to chest, slick with sweat. Daniel walked backwards until his thighs felt the bed behind him. Keeping their bodies joined, he dropped down on the mattress. Amelia’s legs were wrapped tight around his waist, her arms in a death grip around his neck. She touched her lips to his jaw and earlobe in sweet little kisses.
He felt them all the way down to his soul. His woman was satisfied. His woman. Daniel like the sound of that. Mine. Hers. He was hers, aye. No question about it.
“Daniel,” she sighed, her breath still shaky.
“Aye, love.” Working his way to her lips, he kissed her soundly, once again saying with his body what his brain wouldn’t let his tongue admit.
I love you, lass.
His tongue swiped against hers, curling, like an intimate embrace.
You’ve got my heart, Amelia.
He tightened his hold on her body.
And you always will.
She whimpered and her core squeezed him. Daniel felt all his blood rush south and he grew hard inside her again.
Too busy making love and talking about mindless things like their ideal dream home and books and places they wanted to visit, they’d missed dinner. Amelia didn’t care though. Yesterday they’d picked up a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and some plastic picnic cutlery, just in case. She’d eat plain peanut butter sandwiches at every meal if it meant she could spend eternity in Daniel’s embrace.
Finished with their meal, Daniel and Amelia cuddled in bed, the television on but the sound low. Neither paid much attention to the older movie playing. She was too busy staring into his eyes, loosing herself in their stormy depths.
“You’re staring, love.” He smoothed a hand over her hair, curling around her ear, stroking her cheek, following an invisible line to where her neck met her shoulder.
“I can’t help it.” The urge to kiss him overpowered her. Amelia leaned up and pressed her lips to his jawline. “You’re just so…” She swallowed down her nerves “…sexy.”
Daniel laughed and pulled her closer, wrapping her legs around his. “I don’t think I’ve been called sexy before. Ever.”
She pressed her face to his throat, revelling in the warmth and his spicy male scent. “You are.”
“Sure, lass. Whatever you say.” Deep, sensual laughter rumbled in his chest. “But you’re the gorgeous one. And not just on the outside, Amelia. You…you make me feel like I’m important, love. Like I matter.”
Anger built up in her chest, burning hot. She sat up, ignoring her nakedness and his eyes on her breasts. Amelia framed Daniel’s face in her hands. His stubble felt rough against her palms. “You are important, Daniel. You do matter. You’re important to me. So important.”
“Amelia–”