Chapter 83 CHAPTER 087
Linc POV::
I do my hardest to keep my thoughts clean and dignified. But it is close to impossible with Amelia hovering above me. Pink tongue out, carved brows knit in concentration as she scrapes the shaving cream off my cheeks with gentle motions of the sharp blade. I can't think straight. It is impossible. Her steady breaths serenade me, I clench my fists. Fighting for every shred of control. And she is oblivious to it all.
We decide to use the space under the shower head, there is a marble platform that I am using as a seat, whilst Amelia straddles me. Well almost. Our bodies do not touch, but she is close enough that the scent of her body overpowers my senses. I ache to reach out and hold her soft body. But I keep my hands to myself. I can't look in her eyes without feeling like a fraud. A failure. A liar. Incompetent. Useless.
All the colourful adjectives that describes my inability to protect her when it was crucial. It is the one thing I have sworn to do and I failed. I shouldn't have left her that day. And for such a dumb reason at that. I should have had that call in my home office. But I didn't. And now I don't even remember why. What was so important that I left her alone in the house for Tyler to lure out?
I don't know if I will ever forgive myself or get past the guilt.
I can't let go of the guilt. For as long as I live, I don't think I could ever get over the sight of her in that warehouse when I walked into the secluded drab spot he bound her in. Small, vulnerable and weak. The image haunts me.
I can't let go of my anger too. It is impotent because Tyler has robbed me of my reaction. The coward ran away. I still can't say how I would have reacted if we met him that day.
There is so much I can't let go of. That keeps me from taking her in this bathroom. God knows how much I want to. I ache with the fierce hunger of it. The sensation is animalistic. I thirst for her. God knows how much I have missed her. I remember the drunken stupor I put myself in when she was taken, all just to sedate my mind so it doesn't yearn for her as strongly as it could.
"Are you okay?" Her soft voice calls to me, I open my eyes and she is staring straight into my soul. Soft. Warm. Forgiving. Angelic. I look away. I can't handle it.
I think I will feel better if she was at least mad at me. Tyler went after her to hurt me. It had nothing to do with the tape. It never did. The bastard just used it to torture her mentally.
"Yeah, why?" I ask cautiously. All too aware of her essence, with her being so close. I can't breathe without having her scent settle on my tongue. I hate how much I like it.
"You were clenching your jaw." Her slim fingers trace the line, I can't help the shiver that runs down my spine. I don't deserve her.
"Oh." I say. And I do it again. I can't help it.
"Are you done?" My face is cleared of the shaving cream, but she still has the blade poised at my face.
"Almost." She leans further over me, her full breasts dangerously close to my head, I hold my breath. It is now obvious to me that she might be doing it all on purpose after all. There is no way she doesn't know the effect she has on me right now. Despite my best effort, I know I am not all that discreet. I hide my chuckle, in spite of myself, I find it cute.
It is just unfortunate that I am held back by my inability to move past the incident that took her away from me for four whole days.
She gets the wet towel she was reaching for, places it on the lower half of my face and wraps it, patting gently till I am dry. Her tenderness makes my chest feel tight.
She removes the towel, I have my eyes closed but I know she is gazing at me. I feel her breath closer on my face, she leans in and kisses my smooth cheek. Rivulets of fiercely passionate emotions explode in my chest, making my heart swell. I open my eyes.
"There is the Linc I know." She says when she pulls back, smiling sweetly. She says it like she wants to add more but stops herself at the last minute.
Amelia's hands on my face is irresistibly soft, warm, loving. She sits on my thighs, straddling me proper. Her eyes shine with so much love, I could drown in it. I can't take it. Not with all these thoughts holding me back.
"Amelia." I whisper it like a plea when she leans in closer, my face securedly in her palm.
She places a wet kiss on my cheek, closer to my mouth. I stifle a moan. But she hears the sound. Her hips move on my crotch, my hands fly to her slim waist automatically, holding her steady. I feel her sly smile on my skin.
"Amelia..." I say again.
She traces soft kisses down my face, to my neck and this time around, I can't hold back my grunt with her soft lips nibbling at me. I feel blood rush southwards.
She comes back up to my face, with her lips at my ear, she commands, "Kiss me, Linc."
How could I resist?
I take her mouth with a force that shocks us both. She moans into my mouth, opening her lips for me. I reach for her tongue, soft, lithe and waiting for me. I kiss her desperately. It is like I am trying to remember what it feels like holding her this close, but I already know and yet I kiss her like I have been starving.
I have.