Owning Amaryllis part 8
“Why… why don’t you go do some studying while I finish preparing dinner?” Amaryllis whispered, hyper aware of Carter’s warmth and presence pressing into her back. It was distracting and she had a couple of slips that nearly took off her nail with the knife as she tried to get dinner ready. She also needed a moment alone to work through her thoughts. “How can I leave you wanting like this though, pet?” His breath brushed over the curve of her shoulder as he placed a kiss at the junction. His hands slid down from around her lower and lower to the hem of her shirt that barely covered her exposed bottom. He felt her stiffen and shiver in his arms, the whisper of his touch grazing over her shaved mound before they dipped lower …