Her legs wouldn’t spread as far as I wanted, but I forced her to take all of me anyway. I stared at where we were connected. Years of dreaming of this, of having her in my arms, of watching her slick pussy slide against my cock… I shuddered. Holding on to her knees, I hefted her farther up against the wall and slammed into her over and over until we were both breathless and panting.
My jaw was tight, head tilted back as I braced one hand against the wall, the other holding her up, as I came hard enough to nearly black out.
When I opened my eyes again, her face was flushed. Instead of her usual ire, her expression was soft.
My gaze drifted between her thighs as cum leaked out of her and trickled down. I wanted to cover her entire body with it, but for now, I settled for spreading it over her lips and thighs. She watched me blankly instead of stopping me.
“I love being inside you. It should always be like this between us.”
She stared at me for a beat, then slowly pushed against my chest for space.
I carried her to the couch instead of letting her create distance between us. She was pensive without haughty comebacks, and I took advantage of her contemplative mood. I lay her on the couch and climbed on top of her. I slid to the hilt and stayed there, letting her feel all of me. I wanted to fuck her slowly this time.
I took my time, watching her face carefully for every flicker of reaction. She held my gaze and, despite her attempts to show me her resentment, all I saw was her need.
“Finish,” she whispered. “I want to go home.”
My eyes dropped to her lips. “You wanted to stay longer. Remember?”
“I told you. This isn’t what I meant—”
I kissed her, sinking my tongue deep enough to taste the sparkling lemonade she had at lunch. I took her wrists and pressed them against the couch beside her head. Pinned by my weight, she had nowhere to go and no other choice but to surrender. Her defiant eyes fought me, even as her back arched at the even rhythm. When I adjusted the angle, the breath whooshed out with a sharp, involuntary sound.
“Fuck,” she sobbed, head knocking back.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
I pressed her harder into the couch, working her to a frenzy until her head moved side to side. She bit her lips, chewed on them hard to stop the building orgasm. It only made her climax harder when she couldn’t contain the shout. Her nails dug into my palms for an anchor while her head tipped back.
I followed her over the edge within seconds, and only then did I let go of her hands that I’d been holding prisoner. My eyes felt heavy with contentment, and my head felt dazed with lust as I nestled into the crook of her neck.
I stayed inside her with her right underneath me, never wanting to leave. It was where I belonged.
I felt lightheaded, and it took several seconds to recognize a noise coming from the coffee table. I lifted my head and frowned. Amelie was equally wrecked but managed to move her face toward the sound.
Her phone was ringing, and the bane of my existence’s name flashed on the screen—Stefan.
The lust disappeared just like that, replaced by an irrational anger. My conclusion was almost immediate.
There was room for only one man in Amelie’s life, and that man could only be me.
Stefan had to go.
Chapter
Twenty
KAI
Amelie was at the cusp, right on the precipice of letting me in, but needed a final push. An act heinous enough to break her heart, leaving me to step in and put it back together. I might have found just the thing.
It turned out that I didn’t know Amelie and Stefan as well as I thought. I had missed two key details about them.
First, there was Amelie’s heritage. She rarely discussed Lebanon, so her love for her homeland was never on my radar.
Second was Stefan’s adolescent crush on a rock star past her prime. Had I known, I would have orchestrated a chance encounter between them years ago. Ruby and I ran in the same circles and had known each other for eons. The perfect weapon had been in my arsenal all along.
Now that I had all the information, it was about pushing everyone in the right direction.