‘You have been.’
‘Not well enough. Not really.’ And then he was lifting her, pulling her towards the pool house, his body so strong and powerful, hers so full of need that it didn’t even enter her head to demur, to put a stop to this.
They’d been fighting over Cameron, but was it possible they’d really been fighting each other, this instinct, looking for another way to satiate the violent needs somersaulting through them?
He kicked the door shut behind them, moving her to the bed, dropping her onto it but staying standing, looking down at her.
‘Thée mou, voítha me,’ he said intently. ‘What am I doing?’
‘You’re making love to me,’ she said simply. ‘And it means nothing, except that in this moment I want you and you want me,’ she promised, sitting up so she could reach the button on his jeans. ‘You don’t need to worry about hurting me.’
He chased her to the bed, though, stripping his clothes as he went before turning his attention to her bathers, pulling them from her body as quickly as he could, revealing her nakedness to his hungry gaze.
‘This is madness.’ He pushed the words into his mouth as his hands ran over her body, worshipping her curves.
‘Yes.’ She kissed him right back, hard and fast, wrapping her legs around his waist, drawing her towards him. He swore softly, breaking away from her just long enough to pull a condom from his wallet—he’d begun to carry them as a precaution after last time, which should have told him how realistic he found the whole ‘ignoring her’ approach.
‘Amelia?’ Sanity was almost gone but there was still a thread—just enough. ‘Are you sure?’
She pushed at his chest in response, flipping him to his back. ‘I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Make love to me. Now.’
* * *
‘Christos.’ He turned to face her, his eyes showing complete surprise. He wasn’t sure he’d ever had such fast sex. What had it been—ten minutes? He felt as though a whirlwind had raced through the pool house. They’d rolled off the bed, onto the floor, knocking over a bedside table and lamp at some stage. Usually, he liked to savour the experience but passion—everything—had overwhelmed him completely.
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‘Don’t freak out.’
It was such a ridiculous thing for Amelia to say—such a mirror of his own sentiments—that he laughed. ‘I’m not, believe me.’
‘Okay, good. It’s just, last time, you totally freaked out.’
He propped up on one elbow, looking down at her. ‘I did. A little. I hadn’t expected it. Then or now.’
‘No,’ she agreed, staring up at the ceiling before shifting her gaze to his face. ‘I like being with you.’
A warning light flared inside his brain.
Don’t freak out.
‘I know who you are,’ she said quietly. ‘And what your limitations are. I’m just saying I like being with you. I don’t think you should go back to ignoring me again.’
Mortified, he angled her face towards his. ‘I have no intention of it. That was to protect you, not to hurt you. I was trying to simplify everything. It didn’t work and I was wrong.’
‘Yes, you were.’ She smiled, though, reaching up and running a hand through his hair. ‘So what do you intend, then?’
His chest tightened.
Don’t freak out.
‘Because I’m only here for a bit under a month, and neither of us wants to get involved in anything serious. But I do want to do this again. And again. And again.’
He laughed. ‘I get the picture.’
‘So what if we agree that we just...keep it simple?’
‘It’s not simple, though, agapitós. Cameron adores you. If this ends badly...’