Chapter 4

We have some history between us from that one summer three years ago before she ran away to college. But I am proud of myself for keeping things in control when she was just an eighteen-year-old rebellious teen.

Now that she is all grown, I can't promise that I would be able to control myself much. This woman sitting across from me could bring any man to his knees, and I don't fucking care falling on my knees in front of her as her legs open up for me, taking in the scent of her arousal, tasting and licking her. Merely looking at her, I know she tastes like pure sugar.

I shifted in my seat, my throbbing cock pressed tightly against my short as I stare at her, all the wild things I want to do buzzing around my head like swarms of flies.

If only she's able to see how long I have wanted her in the house, how badly I want to taste her, eat her whole, tear her crafted world apart with my cock.

"Then I am not staying in that house. You have to get a place for me," she says, not adding the unspoken part. That she doesn't want to stay alone with me.

"It is a big house, Amelia." I tried to clear my voice, It is a mansion, but I understand if she doesn't want to stay with me. I guess that could be weird. Without Kathryn in the midst, what would we do with each other? I don't want to dwell on that train of thought.

"I don't care." She folds her arms over her chest, and my eyes get drawn to her full breasts. I want to peel my eyes away, but I am powerless against her quietly confident feminine aura.

She is wearing a pale blue sundress with a black sweater over it, but the pale blue of the dress makes her eyes stand out so clearly, she radiates like a beam of sunlight sitting across from me.

She used to be pale, but her complexion has matured with a golden tint that teases down her long graceful neck into her cleavage.

I yank my eyes up to meet hers; thankfully, she is looking out the window. I note the multiple piercings in her ears, and a chuckle escapes me as I imagine the fit that Kathryn would have thrown if she could see her.

"What is so funny?" she snaps, turning to fix me with her startling blue eyes.

"Nothing. I will have someone look for a place for you that is close to the firm. Fine?"

"Yes. Thank you."

I don't mention that she would stay in the house with me until we find a place. It is unnecessary; she knows.

"Come, let me show you around," I say, getting up, eager to move around before finding myself distracted, watching her like a aroused freak.

I walk to her side to take her hand; she ignores me and tries to get up on her own. She takes a step forward, and it all happens too fast. She trips on her feet in front of me, falling backward with her eyes wide in terror.

I shoot forward, grabbing her by her slim waist instead of her outstretched hand. I pull her forward until she is stable on her feet; our bodies collide, and I hear the soft gasp leave her full lips. A headiness clouds my thoughts.

Her soft full breasts are crushed against my chest, and I hope she can't feel the chaotic beating of my heart as I breathe her in this close.

Her body is intoxicatingly soft pressed against me like this. My primal reaction startles me as all the blood rushes southward. Our faces are inches from each other; her large doe-like eyes blink up at me, and her rosy lips are slightly open. It takes all of my self-control to not just crash my mouth to hers and taste them.

God knows how badly I have always wanted that. Wanted it wrapped around my furiously throbbinh cock the more.

"Why do you not want to stay at the house with me?" I ask, ripping my eyes away from her tempting lips to look into her eyes. They hold mine with a mixture of fear, anticipation, and defiance. The combination makes my blood rush faster.

"You know why," Amelia breathes, so close, so overwhelmingly stunning.

Soft and dangerous. Grown and lethal. She overshadows my common sense, even at just eighteen. I only managed to stay away because of Kathryn, her mother. But now, three hard years later, she is in my arms, and there are no hindrances.

I hold onto her waist tightly; she doesn't resist my touch, but she is not exactly leaning into me. She is frozen in place, and I get the feeling that if I let go, she would run. I can't lose her again.

Damning all consequences, I lean in; my vision narrows in on the most perfect pair of lips I have ever seen, the whole world quietens with a hush.

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Amelia's POV:

"Mr. Tanner, I have the reports..." A cheery voice interrupts the moment just as I feel the ghost of Linc's smooth lips descend on mine.

"Oh! I am sorry." The woman's surprised, high-pitched voice intrudes on the madness that is my lust-filled brain and snaps me out of my reverie.

His strong arm around my waist loosens its grip, and I take the opportunity to move away from the furnace of the man, my heart thundering at what almost happened. I didn't even hear the door open.

His firm lips only grazed mine before the interruption, but I feel like it was more with the way my heart is beating fast.

I have not been here longer than an hour, and I have already found myself in his arms. We almost kissed.

And I hoped to survive three whole months with him without doing anything I might regret?

That seems like such a practical joke now. Linc is forbidden, a no-go area, he's fire, if I get too close, he would burn me.