Holy hell, he's bigger than she remembered.
Pleasantly surprised, Amelia enjoyed teasing them both a moment longer before she slid farther down his body.
"Amelia," he growled, and the hungry note in his voice gave her all the confidence she needed.
Her hands moved over his stomach, worshipping him slowly, her steadfast attention devouring his chiseled abs. She leaned down and kissed the hard planes, enjoying the taste of his skin.
He sucked in a harsh breath at the teasing graze of her tongue over his white tattoos. Ever since she'd seen them, she'd been dying to trace them and study them. She wanted to take her time and become intimately familiar with his body, but she didn't stop, the hard thrum of need making her impatient.
Instead, she focused on the taut muscles of his lower abdo
