Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Fuck.
I finally shake myself out of it and tamp down the lust rising to the surface. This is not the time and place. Later, hopefully.
I smile and extend a hand to her. “Adam Reeves. Although if I were someone else, I still might have reacted the same way.”
Amelia tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her cheeks as red as a tomato, and accepts my hand. “Amelia Moore.”
The moment we touch, it’s like someone lit a fuse in my chest. I feel the sparks to my toes and, goddammit, my cock. Good thing everyone else is busy with their business, so I stand there, holding her soft, small hand, and yet my body acts like this is foreplay—a long, drawn-out foreplay.
And because I like torturing myself, I lift her hand to my lips and plant a soft kiss. The small gasp from Amelia is enough to make beads of precome drip from my cock, and I wonder exactly how loud she can be.
“A gentleman, I see,” she says, stepping closer until we’re just an inch apart. Her forehead reaches only my chin, so I have to tilt my head down to meet her gaze. Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and that breaks my nervousness and awkwardness. This is my Amelia, the one who’s haunted my inbox, my life, and my body.
What is there to be shy about? She already knows all my desires.
“A gentleman on the streets, but fucking filthy in the sheets.” I smile as I brush my lips against the back of her hand again.
Amelia sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. “Let me be the judge of that.”
Remembering my manners, I lead her to her seat, indulging myself in her sweet, tempting scent. A scent I hope she’ll leave on my pillowcases tonight.
I hand her a mason jar of hydrangeas, which earns me a soft laugh.
“Oh my God, you remember!” She takes the jar from me, smells it, and sighs. “Thank you.”
“I remember everything from that list, Amelia.” My confidence is back, thank goodness. “Why else do you think I invited you here?” I smile and tip my chin to the sky.
Amelia lifts her face and watches in amazement at the blanket of stars. I did my research on constellations, too, so in case she asks, I’m fully ready to share what I learned. What can I say? I like being prepared.
But she doesn’t say anything for the first few minutes.
“You okay?”
When she looks back at me, her eyes shine, and it nearly kills me. “You know, I hoped you would disappoint me.”
My heartbeat slows to a stop. “Why?”
“Because if you were as amazing as the guy I emailed, then I’m in big trouble.”
Relief crashes into me. “You didn’t think I was going to let you down on our first night in the flesh, did you?”
“I wanted you to. But I’ve only been here for five minutes, and you’ve already checked out two of the ten things on my list.”
At the mere mention of the list, the air between us changes. Electricity sizzles through me, sharpening my longing into a blade. “Well, the night is still young.”
The server has impeccable timing because I was about to dive into our list. Maybe that’s my cue to step it back a little bit. I don’t want to come on too strong, but I need Amelia to come out of her shell. She’s still a bit shy around me, and I don’t know why. I need the spitfire side of her. The one not afraid to tell me what she wants.
He takes our orders and leaves.
“Are you nervous around me, Amelia?”
She lets out a chuckle and traces the rim of her wine glass. “I talk a big game in emails, huh?”
“Do I scare you?”
“No, no. It’s just that … you kind of seem like the guy mothers warn their daughters about.”
I smirk. “Good. I was starting to worry I came off too wholesome.”
She hesitates for a beat and looks away, her voice softer. “Maybe I’m afraid I won’t live up to what you imagined.”
“Impossible. You already exceeded expectations, and you haven’t done anything except smile.”
Amelia rolls her eyes. “So dramatic. You’re going to flatter me into getting cocky.”
I find enough courage in me to reach over the table and trace circles on the back of her hand. She turns it over, palm up. “I want you cocky and flirty. I want you to lean over this table and whisper something filthy in my ear just to see me lose my cool.”
Her eyes widen a fraction, her full, red lips parting. Her voice is barely above a whisper. “I’m not wearing anything under this dress.”
My face splits in a slow smile even as my heart hammers against my chest. “There she is.”
3
AMELIA
Unlike Adam, I came to this date with zero expectations. After all, I didn’t really care what he looked like. All I knew was how fast I was falling for a man I hadn’t even met yet. I had his name, yes, but I didn’t actually do my research. I wanted to be surprised, and boy oh boy, was I ever.