Chapter 166.

Amelia's POV

"Feeling refreshed, Ms. Johnson?" he asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Much better, Mr. Thompson," I replied, returning the smile.

His gaze dipped down to my bare legs and trailed up my body that was covered by his shirt. His gaze became heated and he got off the bed, throwing off the covers as he did so.

We study each other across several feet, and there’s a question bubbling deep in my belly, and an answer simmering inside him, a tentative certainty that warms the air between us.

My feet drag me to Eddie of their own accord. They push me up on my toes, and I’m kissing him as intensely as I can, too much pressure too fast, my arms looped tight around his neck like a noose.

There is a bed right behind us, but Eddie flips me around until my front is pressed to the wall, forehead and forearm flush against it. “Slow down,” he commands, mouth sucking on my neck, a large hand splaying over the center of my back. My heart flutters. In the slipperiness