Free Where the Streets have no Name by Danielle Taylor Page B

skin. Temperatures in the small space soared.
    Her scent assaulted him ; fresh flowers mixed with subtle hints of the beach. She smelled like freedom and sweetness and everything he didn’t deserve. He couldn’t get over the sultry dark-haired lass and her insecurities. She looked like a model for those expensive underthings and she didn’t see it herself.
    Oh lord, that was the worst image he ever put in his own head; Amelia in a sexy set of panties and a bra, with her ample cleavage spilling over the tops of the cups. She’d have miles of that creamy pale skin, so soft beneath his fingertips.
    “Daniel?”
    He jolted, dragging the duvet over his lap. “Hmm?”
    “What do you dream of? I mean, what do you want for your future?”
    You .
    He kept his mouth shut.
    “I wish I had a direction,” Amelia continued. “A purpose, you know? I’ve done more than most people can dream of achieving before my twentieth birthday, but what does it mean? What does it matter?”
    Daniel hadn’t a blasted clue what the lass was on about. His head filled with thoughts of Amelia wearing tiny scraps of silk and other exotic fabrics. Imagining the sway of her breasts beneath the cups of some lacy bra, wondering what the exact shade of pink her nipples would be…
    “Are you okay?”
    A wave of frantic need crashed over him. Daniel took Amelia’s arms and dragged her to his chest, claiming her mouth with a single-minded purpose. She straddled his lap, adding sweet, delicious pressure there.
    Soft tips of her fingers trace invisible patterns over his jaw, dipping below the edge of his collar, curling over his spine. She made him wild. She made him weak with wanting. She made him whole.
    The kiss burned. Made him dizzy with wanting her.
    Stiff and unyielding, his erection throbbed under her heat. Unable to stop himself, Daniel thrust against her. Jaysus, but he could come like this.
    “Daniel,” she said, her voice shaky.
    “Aye love?” He kissed a path down her throat.
    “I…I’ve never…” Amelia tensed when his hands stopped at the undersides of her breasts.
    She couldn’t be. Impossible.
    Daniel pulled back, searching her Irish Sea blue eyes. He saw unease and innocence shining back at him. A myriad of uncertainty and lust combined. Jaysus, but she was.
    “I’m sorry, lass,” he began.
    “It’s fine. I mean, I don’t have…the gynecologist broke…I mean…”
    Daniel knew enough about female anatomy to get the gist of what she meant. She had an examination and the doctor broke the proof of her virginity. “It’s al l right, lass, I–”
    “I don’t want to talk right now. Talk will ruin it.”
    “But–”
    She silenced him with a kiss. Daniel was stronger than Amelia in the physical sense, but when she kissed him, she activated a hidden Achilles heel.
    A few minutes after she left his lips, he felt her hands tugging at the waistband of his shorts. “Ah, love, what…”
    “Shh,” she whispered.
    Amelia continued removing his shorts, freeing the stiff, aching erection.
    “You don’t have to do–” Her hands closed around him, squeezing, and Daniel sucked in a breath. His blood flew south at an alarming rate. His balls tightened. Thighs burned. “Sweet feckin’ Jaysus,” he gasped.
    “Too hard?” Twin pools of swirling cobalt stared at him, eager to please.
    “Not hard enough,” he ground out.
    She gave the tip a squeeze.
    Daniel just about shot his load.
    “Can I…” Amelia pulled on her lower lip with her teeth. “I mean, would you let me…do you want me to…” Her tongue made a slow swipe over the plump pink bottom lip.
    “Holy shite! ” Daniel blinked a few times.
    Was he drunk?
    Dreaming?
    “ Are…” He licked his lips “…are you serious?”
    “I am.” Amelia reached for her black-rimmed glasses.
    His hand closed over hers and he shook his head. “Leave the glasses on, love.”
    Her eyes widened. “They aren’t too nerdy?”
    “They’re bloody sexy is what they are,