engagement no longer holds.”
Her jaw dropped. “You went to all that trouble?”
“Amanda was furious,” he went on. “She said I was letting you deceive me, but I know that was never your intention. I’ve been with some women before who were just after my money and I can tell you’re not one of them.”
“I should have still tried to tell you the truth.”
“You did try.” He stroked her cheek. “At any rate, it doesn’t matter. I just want to be with you now. The question is: Do you want to be with me, too, Amelia Washington?”
Amy chuckled. “I thought I told you not to call me by my full name.”
“Sorry,” he said, grinning. “I’m just making sure I have the right person this time.”
She just grinned.
“Then again, I think I might have had the right person all along.”
He kissed her, closing the gap between them in one movement. For a moment, she resisted, but as before, her desire for him, which was now accompanied by an indescribable warmth surging within her, won out and she kissed him back, her hands going around his neck just as his arms wrapped around her waist, bringing their bodies closer together.
They remained that way for a few minutes, their tongues entwined and their bodies rubbing against each other. Then, his hand slipped beneath her blouse and she broke the kiss, surprised.
“We’re doing it here?” she asked.
Instead of answering, he moved his hand to cup one of her breasts through her bra, making her gasp.
“Collin…”
“Ssh,” he whispered in her ear before planting a kiss on her earlobe. “There’s no one here but us right now.”
She wanted to protest some more but no longer could, his hand already making her head spin as it slipped beneath her bra to gently knead her breast. Shortly after, his other hand followed, teasing her other breast so that both of them tingled with the heat that was slowly building up inside of her. Then, he abandoned them both to unbutton her jeans and push them down so she could step out of them, after which he led her to a wooden bench, gently pushing her down to sit on it.
When she had sat down, he knelt in front of her to lift her blouse and suck on her breasts, one after the other, while his other hand began to stroke her through her underwear, the intimate touch making her shiver.
He stopped momentarily to sit on the bench, pulling her against him so that she was seated on his lap, straddling him with her back to his chest, then he resumed caressing her, one of his hands fondling an engorged nipple while his other hand went beneath her underwear to seek her secret folds, slipping between them to tease the nub hidden there, making her moan, before inserting a finger inside her.
Somehow, with the position she was currently in, she felt more exposed and the excitement she felt from it caused her pleasure to escalate as he moved his finger inside her, probing and stretching her, while his other hand moved to her other breast.
When he inserted another finger, she could not help but let out a cry, though not of pain since she was too wet to feel any, and she dug her fingers into his thighs and threw her head back against his shoulder as she allowed the pleasure to slowly but steadily consume her.
Suddenly, he stopped. Pushing her gently off him so that she was standing up, or at least, trying to on her shaky legs, he turned her around and pushed her forward so that her arms were on the back of the bench, her back bent. Then, he moved her underwear down and the next thing she knew, the tip of his cock, which was moist and hot, brushed against her most intimate place, causing her fingers to grip the wood and her heart to pound.
As he slowly pushed in, she squeezed her eyes shut, relishing the feel of him, feeling as if it was her first time having his cock inside her even though it wasn’t, and when he had completely filled her, she opened her eyes and tried to breathe while he, too, paused.
“Oh, Amy, you’re really so