“We really need to bring back hammer pants,” I muttered.
“Huh?” she said with her mouth full, eyes opening again.
“Never mind.” I picked up another bite. “More?”
She got the look of the devil in her eye and I knew I might be here awhile. Good thing there was nowhere else I’d rather be.
14
Titus
“Oh God, the food baby is kicking its way out from the inside,” Amelia groaned, rolling off my lap and stretching out on the blanket. Her hands rubbed her stomach.
I got up and put more wood on the fire, chuckling at her drama. “Probably shouldn’t eat an entire pan of brownies by yourself…”
Her face remained jammed in the blanket, but she had the energy to lift an arm in the air in my general direction, middle finger raised in a pathetic show of indignation.
“Hey! You had some too.”
Truth was, I’d only had two. The rest were all Amelia. Not that I’d point out the math. The sugar would hit her blood stream any second now and I didn’t want to be on her bad side when it did. Besides, I’d gotten plenty of enjoyment out of feeding her the brownies. I was now a slave to those puffy lips of hers.
“I know!” Amelia rolled and sat straight up, a live wire of energy all of a sudden. “Let’s go skinny-dipping!”
Bingo. Sugar rush rolled in right on time.
I looked out at the dark ocean waves and then back at Amelia, face lit up with inspiration and a side of crazy.
“It’ll be cold, but I’m willing to give it a go if you are.” I started taking off my lined flannel shirt to reveal the T-shirt below.
Amelia hopped to her knees, a sparkle in her eyes I could never say no to. “Take it off, T, take it off!”
I smirked and slowed my movements. If she wanted a show, I’d give her the best damn show a six-foot-five, mullet-wearing dork like myself possibly could. I grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and inched it up my stomach, knowing I had abs the girls loved, and based on the way Amelia licked her lips, she felt the same way. I got it over my head, the cool wind off the water hitting my back. Without the fire or the way Amelia was watching my every move, I would have been freezing. As it was, I was burning up for her. Every cell in my body came alive under her lusty gaze. I’d always felt that way around Amelia, but since we’d kissed, that energy had increased exponentially.
Amelia stood, still staring at my hands as they went for the button on my jeans. Sweet baby Jesus, please let the goods not react to the cold. Shrinkage was not something I wanted to advertise the first time Amelia saw me buck naked. She sauntered over as I pulled down the zipper, her tongue darting out the corner of her mouth.
“See something you like, Lia?” I whispered, voice so gruff I didn’t recognize myself.
She lifted a shoulder, but her intense stare gave her away. She didn’t speak, just nodded. I flicked her hair behind her shoulder and cupped her jaw, tilting her face up.
“You gonna stare at me all night or get undressed, sweetheart?”
Her brown eyes warmed, but her cold hands landed on my chest, making my pec muscles flinch. “Haven’t decided yet. I kinda like watching you.”
I snuck a quick kiss, not trusting myself to linger anywhere near those lips. I let her go and stepped back. “Strip, woman.”
“Ohh. I like the bossy,” she said, pulling her sweatshirt over her head and tossing it to the ground. Now that she was in motion, she seemed to be in a race to the naked finish line. Her shirt hit the sand and her shorts came next, narrowly missing the fire. I shoved my jeans down and stepped out, trying to stay away from the flames while not taking my eyes off Amelia. When she was left in a black lace bra and a thong that left almost nothing to my imagination—and I could attest to having one hell of an imagination when it came to Amelia—I cleared my throat.
“You know, I’d hate to get that nice bra messed up from the salt water.” I wasn’t one to talk. I still had my boxers on, but I couldn’t resist. I’d waited years to see those breasts and I honestly thought I might combust if I didn’t see them tonight.
Amelia tossed her mane of hair and struck that pose you see all over Instagram that makes girls look like they have a Kardashian booty and a Barbie waist. I didn’t get the reason for it scrolling the app, but holy hell, did it make an impression in person. Add in the hint of tattoos on her hips and I was a goner.
Highlighted by the bonfire to the left of her, Amelia reached behind her with one hand and unsnapped the bra. A smile only the devil could have produced lit up her face and I had to swipe my chin to make sure the drool hadn’t escaped. She flung the material down to the sand, and I felt a searing pain in my left chest. I rubbed the spot and locked out my knees so I wouldn’t immediately fall to the sand and worship the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Figured I’d have the start of a heart attack the first time I made eye contact with the world’s most
