“You’re making me nervous.”
He exhales and his hand starts to shake in mine. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make you nervous.” He chuckles. “Fuck, I’m nervous myself.” Looking up at me, those soulful eyes put ease into my heart. “I’ve never really said this to anyone before, anyone I care so much about, so I’m kind of out of my element.” Clearing his throat, he brings my hand to his mouth, kisses my knuckles and says, “You mean the world to me, Amelia. You’re by far the most important person in my life and the best thing to ever come my way. I just wanted to tell you”—he swallows—“wanted to tell you I love you.”
I don’t think I could love a man more than I love Aaron right here, right now with his shivering hands and uncertainty. Usually he exudes complete confidence, but then there are moments like this—moments that make him seem so genuine—where I feel my heart will explode. How did I get so lucky to find someone so perfect, for this man who was made just for me?
My lip trembles and my eyes begin to water. I release my hand from his and cup his face. “There is no need to be nervous, Aaron, because I’m so desperately in love with you.”
“Really?” he asks, a little surprised. It pains me to see him so shocked from my confession. How could he not know?
“Really. I’m so in love with you.”
He rests his forehead against mine and exhales. “That makes me so damn happy, baby.” He lays me back on the seat and hovers over me to the best of his ability given the small space. I peer up at him, notice eyes full of love, a little wetness in their corners. “So fucking happy.”
Lowering his head, his lips press against mine, soft and pliable at first until I pull him in closer. His tongue splits my lips apart and I match his strokes. His hands snag the hem of my dress and pull it up and then over my head, our lips parting briefly. I’m bare except my thong, my breasts exposed, yearning for his touch.
“You, that’s all I need in life to be happy,” he confesses as he moves his lips down my neck, to my collarbone where he nips leisurely. His shirt rubs against my hardened nipples, heightening the sensation.
Wanting his skin to touch mine, I yank on the back of his shirt, and with his help, I pull it over his head. His warmth immediately hits me as he hovers over me. I wrap my legs around his waist and connect my heat with his hardening length. When I rub myself against him, he moans against my skin as he takes one of my breasts in his mouth.
“Yes,” I moan, lifting up into his mouth.
“I want you forever, Amelia. Please say you’ll be my forever.”
With my hands gripping him tightly, my legs not letting go, and my mind fixated on one man and one man alone, I say, “I will be your forever, Aaron. That will never change.”
Never.
Chapter Sixteen
AMELIA
Present day . . .
“Show me again.”
I give Trey a get real look. “I’ve shown you three times now.”
“I know, but I didn’t get a good look.”
“You’re such a liar.” Sighing, I pull up my shirt one more time and show Trey the new bra I bought while I was shopping yesterday.
“Ah, that Victoria’s Secret, she really knows what she’s doing when it comes to bras.” With his hand behind his head, his body resting on our bed, he smiles at the camera, showcasing his devastating charm. I pull my shirt back down and Trey protests. “Come on, I was just getting a closer look.”
“Amanda is going to be here any second, and the last thing I want is for her to walk in on me showing you my bra.”
“Lock the door then.”
I can feel myself weakening with every smirk. I’m on the verge of ripping all my clothes off, taking out my vibrator, and giving him a show to last him a few nights, but Amanda texted that she was five minutes away, so my impromptu sex show is out of the question.
“You know what?”
“What?” He shifts on the bed so he’s now lying on his side. All of his attention on me.
“You’re trouble, mister. My friend is going to pull into my driveway any minute, and you have me considering a little sex show.”
He sits up, his elbow supporting his position. “Really? Well, what the hell are you waiting for? Sex it up, give me a show. Take your clothes off,” he cheers, causing me to laugh.
“Not going to happen.” I shake my head. “You’re going to have to wait until Sunday night when Amanda is gone.”
He flops back down on his pillow. “This long-distance thing is fucked up. Is it too much to ask to be buried in your sexy-as-fuck tits?”
“That’s all you want to be buried in?” I shift on the couch, getting myself seriously hot and bothered. Damn you, Amanda.
“Great.” He tosses his hand in the air and directs the phone at his crotch where I see the outline of his cock. “Now I’m hard. Thanks, Amelia.”
“It’s not my fault,” I state even though I’m kind of proud of myself.
“Sure as hell is. Goddamn, here I come, cold shower. Just like the other night when you bailed on me.” I still feel guilty about that. I texted him after I’d gone into the house, saying I had a horrible headache and was going straight to bed. And here he is again, horny because I started something and didn’t finish. I owe him big. He sighs. “I’ll let you go; tell Amanda I said hi. Love you.”
I giggle from the pain streaming across his face. “Love you, too.”
I hang up and hear a car door slam in my driveway.
Bounding into my house, Amanda tosses her suitcase on my couch, kicks her shoes off in the middle of the room, and flees to the window where she peers through the blinds. “Where is he? Can you see him from here?”
I shut the front door and let out a long breath. “Good to see you too, Amanda.”
Still looking out the window, she waves for me to come to her. When I reach her, she wraps her arm around my shoulders and pulls me in for a hug, eyes still trained out the window. “Good to see you, pretty lady. Now tell me, can you see him from here?”
“He’s not home.”
“What?” The blinds snap close. “Well, that’s lame. How do you know he’s not home? Does he tell you when he’s home? Do you text each other? Talk on the phone?” She squeezes my hand and takes us to the couch where she forces me to sit down. “Tell me all the information.”
Her enthusiasm is a little overwhelming, and so is her bouncing leg. “You realize he’s just a neighbor, right? That nothing is going on. I’m with Trey, and that is not going to change, so your excitement to see Aaron is a little concerning.”
“I know you’re still with Trey and you two are adorable together, but you have to forgive me. I haven’t seen Aaron in years and from the things you’ve said, he’s a real beefcake. And come on”—Amanda nudges my shoulder—“you have to admit, it’s pretty funny that Aaron is your neighbor.”