11. Touch me

Amelia

I never expected Justin and I to last this long. He was always on tour, and I was busy with work.

But now, sitting in front of him in this motel. I want so badly to feel gis skin on mine again.

He kissed me on the forehead. “Now that we got that out of the way, I do need to be honest with you about something.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Okay.”

“I somehow thought I could handle five months with no sex, but the reality is…I’m feeling more like an animal in heat than a celibate monk.”

I laughed. “Oh really.” My tone turned serious. “Maybe I can help. Tell me what you need.”

“Confession,” he said over my lips. “I didn’t exactly take you here so we could talk.”

I kissed him. “Confession. I didn’t exactly dress like a dirty groupie so you could sing to me.”

His mouth was against mine as it curved into a wry smile. Within seconds, he took my face in his hands before his lips swallowed mine whole. A stifled moan escaped from me into his starving mouth as our tongues moved