Chapter 36
Alex
When Amelia’s eyes go wide with panic, and she starts hyperventilating, I jump into action, rushing over to her and cupping her cheeks in my hands.
“Breathe, sunshine.” Her eyes close, and tears gather on her lashes. I kiss them away and rest my forehead on hers. “Maybe things around us are complicated, but that doesn’t mean we have to be.”
Her breathing evens out, and she opens her beautiful blue eyes, locking them with mine. They’ve lost the tortured look I’ve seen so much of over the last week.
“I love you,” I tell her again, just in case she didn’t hear me the first time.
“I love you, too, Alex,” she whispers. “So fucking much.”
I slam my mouth to hers and kiss her passionately. Breathlessly. I kiss her with everything I am. My mind races with all the ways I want to sink into her, make her mine, and show her that I’m hers.
But I know I need to use the words, too. I break the kiss, leaving just enough room between my lips and hers to speak.
“I should have said it every single day for the last year. I love you. I love how you tease me. How you keep track of the littlest things that don’t matter to anyone else but are a big deal to me.
How sassy and goofy you are. I love you, Amelia Sinclair.
” I take a deep breath. “But I’m not done.
This week has made me fall even more in love with you.
I love how you wrangle half a dozen kids, even ones that aren’t related to you.
I love your playlists, and what a good friend you are. I love Minnie Sinclair, too.”
Digging my fingers into her hair, I gently force her head back so she’s looking up into my eyes. “You make me a better version of myself. You make my heart jump and race and fly. You own me. My soul is yours. You’re it for me, sunshine. You’re fucking it for me.”
There’s fire and lust in her gaze. “Prove it.”
She wraps my tie around her hand to pull my mouth to hers, and fuck, if that isn’t the sexiest damn thing in the world, I don’t know what is.
I moan and start peeling her dress off her body, hearing it tear in my impatience to have her naked in my arms. Once it’s on the floor, I unhook her bra and toss it away, leaving her in only a pair of lace panties.
My hands grip her ass cheeks, and I pick her up.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and her arms around my neck as she lets out a small shriek.
“I fucking intend to. Over and over.”
Turning, I walk to the bedroom and lower her to the middle of the mattress. I follow, grinding my cock against her center.
“Mine. You’re mine, Amelia.”
Nodding, she arches her back and rocks her hips with a low moan.
I can’t get enough of the noises she makes.
She tugs my shirt out of my waistband and runs her hands under it, over my chest, lightly dragging her nails across my skin as I hiss with pleasure, just bordering on pain.
I take one of her nipples into my mouth, lavishing attention on it with my tongue before moving to the other.
“Alex,” she breathes, writhing beneath me.
“You can be loud here, sunshine,” I tell her before kissing my way down her stomach and run a fingertip over her panties with a groan. “You’re fucking soaked for me.”
“I always am around you. I brought extra panties to work every day for a year.”
Well, shit, that’s life-changing information… With a low growl, I rip the flimsy fabric and toss it away. “You didn’t let me taste you the other night. And I’m starving for you.”
My fingertips dig into her hips hard as my mouth drops to her pussy. I dip my tongue inside her and then drag it up to focus on her clit. I circle it, flick it, and nip it between my teeth, bringing her closer and closer.
Her hands dig into my hair. “Oh, fuck,” she gasps.
She comes hard and I keep my tongue on her, wringing every drop of her orgasm out of her. Even then, I continue. She squirms and whimpers as a second orgasm builds.
Her hips buck under my hands. “Alex. Fuck.”
I devour her, savoring the way she responds. My cock aches, desperate to be inside her, but I don’t stop until she’s squirting and screaming my name. I almost come in my pants. Again.
She catches her breath as I move back up her body. “That’s never happened before,” she murmurs, turning a deep shade of pink that exceeds the flush of her climax.
“That was so sexy, baby.” I hate that she’s feeling even a little bit embarrassed. I cover her lips with mine, kissing her deep. “I fucking love the way you taste.”
She lifts her hips and rubs her bare pussy on my cock through my pants. Her hands pull at the buttons of my shirt. “I need you inside me, Alex. I want you naked, all of you.”
I stand and begin to remove my clothes, staring at her as I do so.
She raises up on her elbows to watch me, taking her bottom lip between her teeth.
I notice other flashes of ink and the scar on her leg, and promise myself I’ll fully explore her body later.
I’m going to learn every inch of her. Memorize it. Worship it.
My shirt hangs open, and when my hands move to unzip my pants, her gaze drops and stays there. My cock springs free and she licks her lips.
“You want my cock in your mouth, sunshine?” I step out of my pants and drop my shirt to the floor.
“Yes.” Her eyes don’t leave my hard dick as I bring my hand to it and give it a couple of pumps, pre-cum beading at the tip.
“What’s stopping you?”
She doesn’t speak, but she scoots down the bed and drops to her knees in front of me, taking my cock in her mouth and sucking me to the back of her throat in one fluid motion.
Groaning, I wrap her hair around my hand and fuck her mouth.
And she lets me, humming around my cock as she fondles my balls.
It isn’t long before I have pull back.She pouts as I hook my arms under hers and bring her back to the bed.
“I’m coming in your pussy.” I line my cock up with her entrance and sink halfway in with a moan before pulling most of the way out and then thrusting to the hilt. “I was going to make love to you, nice and slow, but fuck, I don’t think I can right now.”
“Don’t. I want it hard, Alex. Fuck me, please. We can make love later.” She arches her back as she says it, her eyes holding mine.
I do exactly that, setting a punishing pace that she meets thrust for thrust. Her nails dig into my back and her pussy clenches around me as she soaks my cock.
“Alex!”
Gritting my teeth, I hold back my own release by a thread. She gazes up at me, her lips slightly parted as she catches her breath.
I brush her hair off her forehead and lean down to kiss her. “Love the way your pussy feels when you come around me.”
She whimpers as I slip out, but I’m not done with her.
I flip her over and pull her up onto her knees before sinking in again from behind with a groan.
She pushes back, moaning as she takes me deeper.
Gripping her hips, I pump in and out of her.
When I know she’s close, I reach one hand around and pinch her clit.
“Oh, fuck! Holy shit!” she yells as she comes again.
This time, I grunt and follow her over the edge with an orgasm so strong it has my legs shaking. Still inside her, I fall sideways onto the mattress, taking her with me. I wrap my arm around her, holding her against me.
After resting for a few minutes, I kiss her shoulder and nuzzle her neck, making her giggle. “Let’s go shower, sunshine. Then you’re sleeping right here in my arms tonight.”
“Mmmm, this bed is pretty comfy,” she sasses.
Chuckling, I shift and then groan when my dick slips from her warmth.
I pull her up off the bed with me and toward the bathroom.
Starting the water, I check the temperature and see Amelia looking around.
There’s a tub big enough for two people, and a glass shower that I think five people could fit in comfortably.
“I’m not saying the rooms downstairs aren’t nice, because they are, but this bathroom is what dreams are made of,” she says.
“Then you’ll love the one connected to my bedroom. But we’ll soak in that tub at least once before we leave,” I promise her.
“Yes, please.” She absent-mindedly rubs her hand over her left thigh.
“How’s your leg?”
“It’s really not terrible, but not going to PT for the last two weeks hasn’t done me any favors.”
“Promise me you’ll find someone next week, Amelia.”
She looks up from the tub, her eyes finding mine. “We’re doing this, right? You and me?”
“Fuck yes, we are.”
“Then I’ll see Billie after we get home.” She shrugs a shoulder and steps into the shower.
“Good.” I follow, standing behind her. “I want you with me. In my apartment. We’ll build you a dance studio anywhere you want in it.”
“Isn’t that moving a little fast?”
“No,” I scoff. “We’ve been dancing around this, around us, for a year. I want you next to me every night. We’re not wasting any more time. Already wasted too damn much,” I mutter.
“It wasn’t wasted, Alex. Not really. I love so much about us over the last year.”
I hum in agreement and lean forward to kiss her shoulder again. “True. But also, I’m begging you to move in with me as soon as possible. Fuck waiting any longer.”
She chuckles and turns around. “Okay. But I want to come back to work, Alex. I love being at the office with you, but I don’t want it to be a problem, you know?”
“After watching you run around here for the last week, I realized that you’re overqualified for the personal assistant position, but I’m positively useless without you. Anyone who has an issue with us living together, being together, and working together, can go fuck themselves.”
I glance down at her and see her eyes trained on my chest.
“Alex,” she whispers. “When did you do that?” She raises a hand and gently trails a finger along the tattoo of her name over my heart.
“The day after you left New York.”
“That’s… That’s my handwriting. My terrible signature.” She looks up at me with tears in her eyes.
“I needed you with me, no matter what. Even if I never found you again. Even if you never talked to me again. You have my heart, Amelia. You always will.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. Her tongue licks into my mouth, and my cock responds. One of her palms drags down my chest, then my stomach, and encircles my dick.
“How are you hard again?” she asks in amazement as she slides her hand from the base to the tip.
“I’ve been at least half hard most of the time around you for a year.” I grab her hips and pick her up, pinning her to the shower wall. Her legs go around my waist. “You okay? I don’t want to hurt your leg.”
“I’m good.” She wiggles a little, rubbing against me.
“So greedy.” I notch the head of my cock at her entrance and thrust up into her.
The angle has her gasping with each thrust, and she explodes suddenly.
I thrust a few more times and when I climax, it feels like she draws every bit of cum out of me with the vice grip she has around my cock.
I lean into her, hoping my legs don’t give out. “Fuck, baby.”
Once I feel steady again, I grab my soap and wash her body.
She has ‘keep dancing’ tattooed next to the scar on her leg, ‘5,6,7,8’ on her ribcage, and ‘to dance is to breathe’ on her hip.
Each one makes me smile and also makes me both sad and angry that her dream was ripped away.
My lips drop into a frown as I gently trace the scar.
“Hey.” She touches my chin, tilting it up and bringing my eyes to hers from the scar and tattoo on her thigh. “I won’t lie, it sucks. Sometimes it hurts, and sometimes it hits me hard emotionally, but I’ve mostly come to terms with it and I’m making my own way with it.”
“I love watching you dance, you know.”
“You going to dance with me tomorrow night?”
“You bet your ass I will.”
She grins happily. After making sure we’re both clean, we step out of the shower, and I use a towel to dry her off.
“I would say I can do that myself, but I’m kind of loving you doing it for me,” she says.
“Get used to it, sunshine.”