Match To Flame

…Amelia sucked in a sharp breath.

Joanie’s hands pulled back. “Did I hurt you? Are you all right?”

“No…yes…fine…just jerked awake.”

“Relax and sleep. I’ll wake you when it’s time.”

Amelia closed her eyes once more. No, everything wasn’t fine. All of a sudden she was awash with sensations she thought had died years ago. She blamed it on the reality that she and David would be in extremely close quarters the next ten days. She blamed it on the kids for ripping away all their work excuses and leaving them with… Well, she couldn’t say they’d left them with nothing. They just left them with a different option, one frightening in some respects because it was unfamiliar ground. Then Amelia blamed the Old Spice that yanked up old memories. And when she was all done blaming everything and everyone, there was just one fact that remained to be faced—she was damned horny for David.

Maybe divorce wasn’t such a good idea after all. She wondered what he would say if she told him that. He’d probably just shrug it off and concur, and then they’d continue on as they had. But what if she told him how much she suddenly craved him? How she wanted to feel his body pressed deep and hard into hers. How she wanted his mouth on her tits, his tongue on her clit, his cock anywhere they could fit it. Would he laugh? Would he be shocked? Would he even able to give her what she needed?