Conception (The Wellingtons, #4) Page 18

  It’s not fair.

  “Knox, you once told me not to fall in love with you. And I promised myself—and you—I wouldn’t. But you have to promise me something, too.”

  Brooding eyes search mine, and I don’t know if I can say it out loud. I don’t know if it’ll be giving too much away. But in this moment, I don’t care.

  “Anything, Amelia,” he answers, his tone husky.

  “Please don’t make me fall in love with you.”

  FUCK.

  This is the moment I should disengage. Take a step back. Tell her it’s not possible. But I don’t.

  There’s something about this moment that feels different.

  Her earnest words make me want to do the opposite of what she’s requesting. I’m not sure if it’s her vulnerability from the storm, the way she finally opened up to me about something she hasn’t told anyone else, or the intimacy of the dark cave, but her words don’t alarm me. Perhaps it’s because we’re a world away from everything else and whatever happens in this cave is just between us, even if only for this short amount of time.

  This is when our carefree, no-strings-attached bullshit morphs into something more profound. What that something is, exactly, I’m not sure. I shouldn’t be surprised. Though we’ve both professed not wanting anything serious, for both our futures’ sakes, we’re fooling ourselves.

  We’ve been racing down this highway, going 120 miles an hour. The inevitable collision between our heads and our hearts looms over us with each day that passes. And now that we’re here, the last thing I want to do is hit the brakes.

  So I opt for distraction.

  Wicked, hot, sinful-as-hell distraction in the form of a petite, gorgeous, green-eyed vixen I’ll never get enough of and already know I’ll have a helluva a time leaving behind.

  “Amelia,” I whisper, pushing her damp hair back from her face.

  She squeezes her eyes shut briefly, her expression guarded as they open. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just… I haven’t talked about them with anyone in a long time. Not even Robert. It just brought all my emotions to the surface. I’ll be right as rain once we’re back on dry land.”

  When she shivers, I’m eager to return things back to normal. Without a word, I grab the hem of my wet T-shirt and whip it over my head.

  “Knox, what are you doing?”

  I take her hand, hauling her up with me. Then I discard the rest of my wet clothes and put them in a pile on the ground. “What does it look like? I’m warming you up.”

  Her lips quirk up when she glances at my crotch. I’m practically hard twenty-four-seven when it comes to her, so it’s no surprise I’m raring to go.

  “Someone doesn’t appear to be so cold,” she teases before slowly backing away from me. She’s challenging me, as if she wants the chase, and fucking hell if I don’t want it, too.

  “Consider me hot and bothered. Now, take off your shorts and get your ass over here.”

  “Knox! We can’t have sex in a cave!” she protests.

  I toss her a devilish grin. “Wanna bet?”

  “I thought you swore off betting when Sam almost won a chance to drive your ’Bird?” she reminds me before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

  I wince at the reminder, not nearly as amused as she is.

  Enough talking.

  With a muttered curse, I step towards her. She takes a step back. We play this cat-and-mouse game until her back’s against the cave entrance and her only choices are to go out into the rain and get wet or to come to me and become drenched.

  With a squeal, she darts towards me. I catch her by placing my hands on her hips, and before she can protest, my lips crash down on hers. Hoping to drown out the storm, thoughts of her parents, and, hell, the rest of the world, I invade her mouth with my tongue, plunging in, colliding with hers, taking in the taste of her. She’s a delicacy I’m already far too addicted to.

  Her wet hands slide up my chest, her thumb toying with hardened nipples. I shudder at her touch, groaning when her lips turn up into a grin. She wrenches her mouth away from mine, her breath coming in heaving gulps. Haughty, green eyes glance mischievously up at me from under wet lashes.

  “Thought you weren’t cold,” she teases.

  My hand slips around to the small of her back, pulling her into my ever-growing erection. “Not cold, babe. Fucking aroused.”

  And then Amelia bursts into another fit of giggles and pushes against my chest, forcing me a step back. “Knox, men don’t say the word aroused,” she informs me.

  Undeterred, I move forward, gliding my hands up her arms until they can rest on her shoulders and I can turn her around so her back is to my chest. I nip at her earlobe, tugging the flesh into mouth with suction, just like I’m aching to do to her clit. “No?” I ask before drawing my tongue along the shell of her ear while fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “What about enticed?”

  She trembles. Fuck, what that sensation does to me.

  I draw the soaked material up and over her head, tossing it to the side with a halfhearted thought of where it’ll land. One tiny yank of the bikini top strings bares her perfect breasts, which heave with each deep breath she takes. One glance down and I’m rock fucking hard. If there’s a better pair of tits in this world, I’ve never seen them.

  “Knox,” she whispers, her hips squirming as one hand plays with each breast while the other trails down her flat belly to the button of her shorts. “Faster.”

  I flip the button out of its hole and pause.

  She squirms again. “Please.”

  “Are you aroused, Amelia?”

  She pushes her pert ass back against my cock as if that’s answer enough. It’s not.

  “Tell me.”

  Amelia, in her defiance, remains silent. I fucking love it.

  My hand falls from her breasts, and though she tries to stop the whimper nearly as soon as she lets it out, the sound echoes in the cave around us. I circle her body until I’m in front of her, and since she won’t look at me, I take a moment to memorize the sight of her. Gorgeous, tan, bare breasts rising and falling in tandem with her breathing. A slim waist covered by denim shorts I can’t wait to slide down her legs. Tendrils escaping her braid from the rain and humidity, framing her beautiful face.

  Kneeling before her, I hook my thumbs around two loops in her shorts so I can drag them down her legs along with her bikini bottoms and expose her pussy. Her scent invades my senses, and I have half a mind to stop this torture and fuck her right here and now. I fight the urge, knowing I should take my time to keep her mind off the storm raging outside. If only she knew the storm raging within me.

  When the material reaches her ankles, she silently steps out of them. Upon discarding her clothes, I bring my hands to her ankles and peer up, ready to fucking treasure every inch of her.

  But I’m not prepared for the sight. Amelia’s vibrant, green eyes watch me through hooded lashes, her cheeks flushed, her lips plump and ripe and ready for more. More than ever, I want to worship her, and while I’m kneeling below her, it feels as if I must. Yet an animal instinct inside me warns that, if I take much longer, I’m going to go wild.

  Not giving me a choice, she sinks to her knees, her hand coming between us and gripping my rock-hard erection. “Okay, Knox. You win. I’m aroused. Enticed. Whatever you want to call it. More than that, I’m impatient.”

  It’s a sight I’ll never forget. Amelia on her knees, ready, hungry, lusting to suck my cock. But fuck me, my urgent need to get my own taste wages a fierce battle on the idea of those plump lips wrapped around me.

  Big, round eyes gaze up at me, waiting.

  Fucking hell. I want that pussy.

  Now.

  “Stand up, Amelia.”

  “Knox,” she protests, but I hook one hand on the back of her head and haul her into me, our mouths crashing and my tongue taking her hostage with hungry urgency. One hand comes up to toy with her nipples, tweaking and twisting until she’s pa
nting against my mouth.

  This time when I pull away, her whimper is laced with frustration.

  “Stand up. I want to taste that pussy before I fuck it.”

  Amelia’s eyes flutter in rapid succession as she digests my words. I can tell when it registers. She slowly starts to rise, and I smile ’cause she’s such a fucking good girl, and now, I get to reward her.

  I halt her ascent when her breasts, highlighted with pink, pebbled nipples, are in my line of sight. Leaning forward, I take one into my mouth, sucking, laving, licking, nibbling, before moving on to the next one. She braces herself with my shoulders, and even though I know it can’t be the most comfortable position for her, I indulge myself like the most ravenous man on the planet.

  Right now? I am.

  “Knox.”

  My whispered name on her lips is octane thrown on an already white-hot inferno. Releasing her nipple, I raise my gaze to meet her eyes.

  “Up.” She obeys at once.

  I rest my hands on her slim hips while I pepper kisses along her stomach, making the sweetest damn journey to the juncture between her thighs. I lose myself in the soft, silkiness of her curls, relishing in the small, damp droplets of her glistening arousal. Her sharp intake of breath fills the silence when my tongue zeroes in on her slick, wet heat.

  Over and over, I lap at her like a cat getting its fill of nature’s sweetest cream. But it’s when I get to the sweet spot, her clit, that she cries out, her hand coming to the top of my head, tangling into my hair and holding on for dear life. Or perhaps it’s for wicked-sweet release. I don’t even know if she’s aware she’s doing it. She grinds her hips, practically smashing her pussy in my face, and fuck me if it’s not the biggest fucking turn-on of my life.

  With Amelia on the verge of climax, I’m torn. I want her to come on my tongue. I want her to fuck my face until she finds her pleasure. My cock, on the other hand, aches with pulsing need to dive into her moistened pussy and fuck her until we’re both senseless.

  Amelia’s pussy wins out. How could it not? Just not yet…

  The juice of her on my tongue, my lips, and my face overwhelms my senses. She tastes so damn good that I can’t get enough. Pretty sure I could bottle this sweet essence of her, sell it on the market, and never have to work again a day in my life.

  Not that I’d ever fucking share this. Not now. Not ever.

  The thought gives me momentary pause, but I push it to the back of my mind the best I can, getting back to my job at hand: mouth-fucking Amelia. While I grip her hips, my tongue ravages her clit, plunders her folds, and invades her entrance over and over again, reveling in the taste of her and then retreating just enough to drive her wild before diving back in for more.

  I’m a starved madman with the knowledge that I will never, ever be able to give this up. Realizing that while face-deep in Amelia? Drives me even crazier, and now, my mouth isn’t enough.

  It’s not enough just to taste her. I need to feel her.

  Keeping one hand gripping her waist, I free my other to add friction to this pleasure. One finger pushes into her warm channel, then another, desperately seeking the impending release that will free me from the bounds of my own chains and let me fuck her.

  Amelia stumbles slightly as my fingers piston in and out, my thumb sliding up and down, pressing her clit, circling it, flicking it, in a plethora of movements to keep her on her toes. One of her hands still fists my hair; the other joins my thumb on her clit. I smile against her pussy. She’s so fucking ready.

  Her cries and moans create a beautiful symphony around us in the cave. She’s close. So god damned close. But my cock’s a bastard, and though a better man would let her reach that state of bliss right now, I’m not feeling all that charitable. Not when Amelia’s pressing her hips to my face, practically begging without saying the words. Not when her glorious pussy dampens in my mouth by the second, by the stroke, until her clit throbs. Certainly not when my cock swells and pulses to the point of pain with each taste, each touch, begging for its own sampling.

  Amelia must read my mind. Her nails dig into my shoulder just as the walls of her pussy start to constrict around my fingers.

  I retreat with haste, withdrawing my hand after one last plunge and my lips after one final graze of her clit.

  Those nails dig even deeper into my flesh. Pain scores through me, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she drew blood. Not that I mind. If the world sees the way she scratched up my back, they’d know the truth I’m only now beginning to realize.

  I’m hers.

  Wholly. Undeniably. Irrevocably.

  I’m fucked.

  Green, hooded eyes watch me as I slowly rise to my feet until I tower over her. My thumb and my forefinger find the gentle cleft of her chin until our eyes lock.

  “Knox,” she pants, practically begs, and Christ, she’s said my names numerous times during our foreplay, but it hasn’t ever sounded sweeter than this breathless whisper.

  My hands encircle her waist, and she rises onto her tiptoes to meet my lips. She whimpers as I only let her give me a gentle brush before I shake my head.

  “Want up you here, baby,” I tell her.

  My girl does exactly as she’s told, hopping into my arms and allowing me to lift her. As if we’re meant for this position, she effortlessly wraps her legs around my waist, the sultry heat of her entrance teasing the length of my shaft. She’s so fucking drenched, so fucking ready, and with one swift move, my cock comes into contact with her swollen bud then shifts down to nudge its way inside her tight depths.

  Just like that. Like we’re meant to fit together this way. Like she’s made for me in a way I’m uncertain any other woman is.

  Amelia wastes no time sinking onto me. She wraps her arms around my neck, her elbows resting on my shoulders, her hands on my head, her hips going mad with desire even as I try to hold her still with my cock buried to the hilt.

  I’m torn between wanting this to be unhurried, slow, and tortuous, and needing to become the frenzied fucking animal that’s threatening to unleash inside me.

  Amelia makes my mind up for me. Fingers tighten in my hair, yank my head back until I’m staring up into her fierce eyes, which flash with desire. “Fuck me, Knox. Fuck me now or I swear—”

  The answering crash of my lips on her and the ensuing clash of our tongues drown out her order. It’s enough to make my girl go crazy. She lifts her hips, removing herself off my cock then slamming back down onto me with such force that I have to plant my feet. She’s wild, like a fucking bucking bronco, except in this case, all she wants to do is ride and I have no plans of throwing her off.

  I don’t know if it’s Mother Nature, the force of the storm, or the power she’s given me—us—but this is unlike any time we’ve experienced before.

  We’re two wild beasts with newly unleashed primal urges, and we can’t do anything other than fuck it out of our systems. Except the more we fuck, the more intoxicating our connection becomes. The more intense the need. The more electrified every single nerve ending in my body feels, and judging by the desperation in her actions, I know for Amelia it’s the same.

  She retreats. I plunder.

  She crashes down. I bear the brunt.

  She’s lighting. I’m thunder. The unstoppable force of our collision generates an all-consuming storm that threatens to ravage us both until there’s nothing left to salvage. I don’t think either of us gives a damn.

  And I fucking love every minute of it.

  We collide, her forceful slam and my upward drive causing her to cry out at the urgency of our union. I could listen to her come on repeat for the rest of my life, but selfishly, I’m not damn ready for this to end. So, using the arm that’s now holding her steady under her ass, I keep her planted on my cock.

  But my girl doesn’t like it one bit.

  Her nails dig into the flesh on my neck, sending sharp, pleasurable sensations of pain running down the length of my back. Hell, I feel it in my cock, and when it
twitches inside her, she gives me a naughty little grin that promises me there’s more where that came from.

  Why did I ever tell this girl to put her claws away?

  She wriggles her hips, starting to withdraw. Not ready to give this one up, I turn her and walk to the cavern wall. Then I press her back up to a flat spot. I capture her lips, devouring her, swallowing her moans and whimpers before I push back into her inch by agonizingly slow inch. I can practically feel the urgency coursing through her as she tries to move, but I hold her still.

  But fuck me if colors don’t explode in my vision the second the base of my dick nestles into her, wholly enveloped in the hot, tight sheath of her pussy.

  Never have I wanted anyone more.

  Amelia’s hips try to circle. When she finds that resistance against the cave wall doesn’t allow her to move, she takes my lower lip between her teeth and bites just enough to get the message across.

  I don’t care.

  I’m buried so damn deep inside her, my cock aches to explode at any moment. Letting her move means my own retreat and I’m not fucking ready for that. We’ve done it hard and fast. We’ve done it soft and slow. But this? It’s unlike anything before and I want to savor every second of it, every feeling, every emotion, even if I’ll ignore them later. I want to capture every single detail in my memory so deep in my soul that, fifty years from now, I’ll still be able to think back on this day and recollect with vivid clarity.

  My free hand brushes a strand of unleashed hair off her cheek. Our breaths mingle when my forehead meets hers. Green eyes, eyes I could get lost in, widen as my own search them. Whatever the fuck I’m looking for, I have no idea, but I have to know if this moment feels like more to her. Whatever that even means.

  Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, her eyes not leaving mine. She’s giving me this. This hesitation. This moment. This…fucking exaltation, even if she doesn’t know what it is.

  Hell, I’m not sure if I even understand it.

  And then my little impatient minx clenches her pussy and tightens around my shaft, fucking ready to milk me dry.