His lips met hers, ready and hungry. His hands were at her neck, his fingers in her hair, holding her face to his. The kiss was urgent and powerful as if he worried she might change her mind. She wouldn't dare though, feeling utterly consumed by his touch.
She unfisted her hands, sliding her hands down his sides to grab the hem of his shirt. She pulled it over his head, breaking his kiss just long enough to get the shirt over his head and cast it aside.
The glimpse she got of his washboard abs before claiming his mouth again was enough to have her mind spinning. How was he so cut? Amelia was feeling a little anxious about the fact that she wasn't particularly in shape, just average, while she made out with this man who must have been cut from marble.
Lucas lifted her into his arms, hold
