But before she could get it out, Lanie came running through the door with the nanny on her heels.
“Amana!”
Lanie jumped into Amanda’s arms and I watched as the two of them embraced. Tanya threw me a sly little grin, passing by me and nudging me before she went into the kitchen. I shrugged off the movement as I watched Lanie wrap her arms around Amanda’s neck, and that burning sensation in my gut happened again.
I enjoyed watching the two of them interact.
Amanda stayed for the rest of the afternoon. She watched Tanya go through the motions with Lanie and participated in the games we were playing. I contacted the courthouse and started the process to obtain a marriage license, then called my P.I. to see if he had made any progress with Lanie’s father.
He said he hadn’t found anything to prove the allegations in the paperwork false, but that he still had many avenues he could take.
The sun quickly set, which meant it was time for Lanie to go to bed. Amanda watched as Tanya bedded Lanie down, taking in her routine as I stood at the end of the hallway. My eyes scanned Amanda’s body, taking in her supple curves and her raven black hair. She was a beautiful young woman. Her hips swayed with every step she took, and her hair billowed around her face and enhancing her porcelain skin. Something in her eyes though, told me that she’d been through some pretty rough things in her life. Her haunted expression drew me to her even more.
Once Lanie was down for bed the nanny left, and it was only her and I standing in the hallway.
“I contacted the courthouse and started things going,” I said. “I’ll let you know when the marriage certificate is ready.”
“Okay,” she said.
“I’m never going to be able to thank you enough for this,” I said.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure I can come up with something,” she said.
“Oh really?”
I took a step toward her and her back straightened up. Her eyes fluttered up towards mine, looking at me from underneath her long eyelashes. Her emerald eyes were sparkling, and her raven hair was beckoning to my fingers. I reached my hand up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, watching as her eyes fluttered closed at my touch.
She opened her eyes and looked up at me again before she closed the gap between our bodies. Her hands slid up my stomach
, planting themselves on my chest. Her hands curled into the fabric of my shirt as she grabbed it tightly, and I took the invitation to twist my fingers in her hair.
The sigh that escaped her lips popped something within me.
Walking her backward, I led her into my room. I reached out and closed the door behind me as her hands made quick work of the buttons on my flannel shirt. I cradled the back of her head as my dick grew to life inside my jeans, the tip of my cock already leaking for her lips.
But I didn’t want her on the bed this time. If she was going to let me have her, then I wanted her how I’d dreamed of her.
Soaking wet in my shower while I cradled her in my arms.
CHAPTER 17
AMANDA
His hand against the back of my head felt comforting. It took me no time to get his shirt off, his hands holding onto me. I could feel the warmth of his skin on the back of my neck; the tension vibrating between the two of us. I was drawn to him, swept under by his current and dragged out into the sea of his beautiful blue eyes.
Our clothes dropped to the floor before he scooped me up into his arms. I felt his muscles twitching against my body as his cock stood at attention. He carried me into his shower before placing me on my feet, his lips caressing my cheek. The hot water poured from the shower and cascaded over my body as he led me under it, wetting my hair and watching the rivers of water drip off my tits. I could feel his hands venturing over my curves, tracing the outlines of me as my fingertips studied his muscles.
Then, his lips were on my neck, sucking and nibbling, threatening to make marks I knew I’d have in the morning. He pressed himself against me as his cock throbbed, and as I opened my eyes the steam around us began to rise. I studied his beard and his brow. The way his hair fell in his face when he was wet. I stood back from him and took in his water-soaked body, watching his muscles shine and glisten in the heat of his bathroom.
My pussy was dripping for him, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I threw myself at him, our lips crashing into one another. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me to him as he growled into my skin. Our tongues danced, tasting each other as the water pounded against our skin. I could feel his need for me. I could feel the animal within him trying to break free.
He backed me against the shower wall and hiked my leg around his waist. I felt his cock teasing my pussy, his girth pulsing with lust. I opened my eyes and found his as a small grin spread across his face, and holding my gaze he slowly slid into me.
I shivered at his touch while he filled my body with his hardness.
Slowly, his hips rolled into mine. His lips peppered kisses along my brow as the water from the shower battered our bodies. His touch was electrifying. Addicting. Mesmerizing. His calluses were softened by the water as they smoothed over my skin. His cock rubbed against that sweet spot within my body that caused my leg to jolt. I felt myself growing weak against him as my fingertips dug into his shoulder. I was trying to keep myself upright, but every time he would roll his hips, my body would quake.