Amelia froze at Blaze's statement. How did he know that she was thinking of him? Was he a mind reader or something?
She thought of pulling away from this intriguing temptation that was about to possess her. She wanted to push him out of the shower glass cubicle and scold him harshly for violating her privacy. Her brain told her that it was the right thing to do.
However, her sultry and needy body seemed to have developed minds of its own. Instead of pulling away, she found herself trembling with desire while leaning into his powerful embrace as his hands snaked upwards, inching closer to her full and tender breast.
"I can tell you want me, wifey," Blaze whispered again, nuzzling her on the neck and making her tremble even more.
"Yes." Amelia echoed in her heart, her eyes closing as the cascading blinding water slowly eased her nerves on the tantalising adventure she was about to experience.
"Amelia, this is not right. You can't let him have you this easily. You have been faithful keeping your body for the right one. Don't throw it all away for nothing. He will hurt you. Don't let him have his way tonight." Amelia heard her good conscience speaking into her ears as she battled with her thoughts against what was right and what was wrong.
"Don't be a coward, Amelia. Do it. Do it for you and not for him. Let this be your revenge against Jerry and every jerk out there who thinks they can take advantage of women. Make this handsome devil want you knowing that he can never possess you. Make him desire you and torment him with his lust. Take charge. You have nothing to lose."
"Yes...No...Blaze..." Amelia was at a loss for what was happening to her. She desperately wanted this like air to her lungs. But it still felt wrong.
'How can something so wrong feels so right.' Amelia stifled a moan as she felt his soft lips nibble her earlobe slightly. She reached out for his arms to feel his skin while unintentionally guiding him upwards. But instead of skin, she felt wet clothes. She pressed her back on him to feel his back, an indeliberate action that motivated Blaze to go further.
However, instead of his well-chiselled and sturdy bare chest, she felt more frustrating barriers in the form of his buttoned shirt.
'Wait, is he wearing clothes inside the shower?' Amelia couldn't help but ponder amidst varying conflicting thoughts.
"Blaze,... I...I...c...can't...." Amelia finally stammered what her brain wanted her to say.
"Of course you can, wifey. Don't fight it." Blaze's warm lips crashed on the side of her neck, kissing her deeply while his wandering hands finally arrived at their destination, cupping her full round and tender breast.
Amelia felt weak on her knees, her heart drumming in her ears. Her hands impulsively went for his hands which were now doing strange and alarming things to her hardened pink nipples. She tried to force his hands away, the blind water and the intensity of his fondling leaving her gasping for air.
She turned her face sideways, away from the cascading water to catch her breath. It was at this point that Blaze's hungry lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss.
Amelia felt her body slowly turn around to face him, her hands, which were initially fighting his, now wrapping around his neck as their tongues slowly and leisurely did the tango, exploring the depth of each other mouth.
It felt as though someone had turned up the heat in the shower as steam rose from the flowing water and their entangled bodies, settled on the walls of the glass cubicle.
Amelia threw all caution to the wind as she plunged deeper taking charge like the domineering and wild vixen that she was.
Blaze was completely overwhelmed by this beautiful and sexy creature in his arms. He was enamored by her softness, her natural perfume and her naive yet sultry body which was overpowering his senses like a force of nature.
The smooth and sexy way she had called his name when he first quietly entered the shower room still rang in his ears like an enchanting musical siren. It made him forget that he was still clothed in his inner suit shirt, pants and socks. The only things he had managed to kick off inside her bedroom were his suit jacket and shoes.
Blaze couldn't explain what was going on in his mind or what this wild vixen was doing to him. He had driven at a hundred and twenty kilometres per hour from his family mansion to this love nest just to have her in his arms.
He couldn't tell if he was under some sort of love spell as she had somehow bewitched his thoughts, making him act irrationally. All he wanted to do right now was imprint himself all over her and claim her as his woman. She was his now, even if it was for a year.
Listening to the soft muffled moan that escaped her parted lips and feeling her fingers rake through his wet sleek hair was just the right catalyst that brought out the hungry monster in him.
The flowing water though intoxicating, seemed to be getting in the way of this beautiful tension. He wanted to see her. He wanted to look into those magical eyes when he kissed every inch of her. He wanted to hear her scream his name again and again as he broke all barriers to become one with her.
Parting their lips temporarily to allow her to catch her breath, Blaze turned off the flowing water. He softly pushed her wet hair backwards, gazing into her wet shimmering eyes.
"It's time to consummate our marriage, wifey."
Amelia shook her head, unspoken words stuck in her throat. Her arms were still wrapped around his neck, holding him tightly to prevent herself from falling.
"Don't worry, I'll put you in the mood." Blaze lifted her up in his arms and carried her out of the shower room kissing her again.
Gently making her stand on her feet, with one hand firmly wrapped around her slim waist, he picked up the white towel and slowly began to dry her wet hair, their lips still glued together.