Chapter 90 CHAPTER 095
Amelia Pov::
"I am sorry I transferred some of my aggression to you. I didn't mean to make it seem like your presence in my life is a burden. You are the best thing I have." Linc's mouth is at my ear. His body is hard behind me. I melt like butter against the heat of his body pressed against me.
Why is he so darned hot? It is so unfair. I want to be mad at him, to hide behind my anger about the situation and project some of my insecurities from how yesterday went between us, but here he is, apologising already. And my body gives in to him before I can even fully process anything.
"Okay." I whisper. Helpless against him. His hand around my waist tightens. I shut my eyes. We are right in the middle of the den, open and exposed to anybody that can walk in. But that is the thing about how Linc has structured his life. Nobody would walk in here to interrupt us.
I sigh wistfully at the thought that we can't just have sex already. I want him so bad. I can't imagine that sex would just automatically solve whatever negative tension brewing between us but it would be a great relief. I feel like I have almost forgot what it is like between us.
"Well, let me go already. I don't want to get horny and be turned down again." It slips from my mouth.
He chuckles behind me. The rich sound vibrates to my core. I feel him so acutely, it is insane.
"I am afraid, I can't do that." He says, his mouth finds the sensitive spot under my ear and I can't suppress my audible moan anymore.
I turn my head only a fraction and he takes my mouth in a hard bruising kiss. I cling to him because my knees go out immediately, I don't stand a chance against the force of his passion. It dominates. It is like being swept up in a whirlwind. A storm. I can't think. I can't find my footing. I can't remember the last conversation we were having with his expert tongue in my mouth kissing me to insanity. Everything blurs with his mouth on mine and I find that alluring. It is a drug and I don't mind overdosing on it. I like not feeling anything outside of him. He is addicting. I am in love with him.
We kiss like we are dancing one second, then the next, like we are wrestling. It is erotic. It is all encompassing. There is some heavy mixed emotion behind the kiss. It serves to make it all the more intense.
When we let up for air, I am dizzy with lust. My need for him waxing stronger than ever before. He leans his forehead against mine, breathing as harshly as I am. It feels good to know our connection unravels him as much as it does to me. To know that I affect him as much as he affects me is a major ego boost.
"So, what are you saying? You gave logical reasons why you can't touch me yesterday. You shouldn't be kissing me ike this if we are not going to go all the way. It is not fair to me." My confidence stuns me. But it needs to be said. I am not going to just follow his lead all the time. I tried to initiate something yesterday and he turned me away. The memory of it still stings. It hurt my ego.
"I want to make you scream my name. I have lost my damn mind if I thought for a second that I could stay away from you. I apologise for yesterday. Tell me, how do I make it up to you?"
I open my eyes to see that he is smirking mischievously. Inspite of myself, I grin at him. He is hard to be mad at. Especially not when I am dripping wet already for him.
"I want to forget about everything for a couple of hours. I need you to help me with that." One side of my face curves up with a sly smile. His eyes darken and a growl escapes his mouth as I lean down and kiss his throbbing Adam apple.
Linc pulls my face up gently with a thumb and he leans in, kissing me gently on the lips, nibbling, savouring, taking his sweet time. I like the feel of his smooth lips outlining mine so much. It is one of my favourite things about being kissed by him. His lips are full, firm and smooth. I dart out my tongue to taste him better, I can't help myself.
He smirks and pulls back a bit. I open my eyes and glare at him. I am too turned on for games. I want fiery passion. I want to be swallowed up by his domineering aura. Basically, I don't want to think about anything or even care. The world could burn. I just want him to hold me.
I link my hands around his neck and pull him closer, pressing my full breasts against his chest, I kiss him open mouthedly. Tongues and all finding his in the dark of the strong chaotic emotions he stirs in me. He doesn't resist this time around. He responds with a matching fervour. My body unfurls with heat. Delicious and hot. I hold onto him like a lifeline.
I jump him. My legs wrapping around him eagerly. His hands find their way under my thighs, under my ass and he squeezes, his tongue in my mouth dancing with mine with a self assured expertise that is hard to keep up with.
He is already at the stairs before I realise he was walking. So lost in the whirlwind of my lust that I can't think straight. All I know is that I have to hold onto him and continue kissing him like my life depends on it. So I do.
He pushes his door open with a grunt that I suck from his tongue and he deposits me in the middle of his king's size bed without letting go, he sinks into me as I sink into the bed, hard muscle mass pressing into me, it would have been uncomfortable if it didn't feel so good. Absolutely delicious. I want to be smothered by him. Engulfed. Absorbed till we are truly one. Till I know he wouldn't run away at my confession of love for him because anything else was inconceivable.
"You don't know how badly I have always wanted to fuck you on this bed." Linc says, hovering closely above me, eyes darkened and dilated, his mouth is wet with my kisses.
I need to tell him that I am in love with him before we do this. I can't take the pressure of it anymore.