Chapter 8
Amelie
I can’t remember how we get across the room. Daniel carries me while he is kissing my breath away. By the time he starts taking off my clothes, I am too delirious with pleasure to let shyness stop me.
The afternoon breeze sighs over my half-bared body as I lie on my bed with Daniel crouched over me. I’m trembling, my nerves tingling wildly with desire and pleasure and my head full of a glorious warm fog.
My silk dress is on my bedroom floor. My shoes are by the door. My necklace and earrings hang from the bedpost like Mardi Gras beads.
My b*a is somewhere in the tangled bedding. I don’t care.
He tears off his shirt as he kisses me, mouth rough and hungry, his hands so impatient, a couple of buttons pop off and clatter on the floor. That’s all right. If he keeps makin
