Amelia POV

With a slant of his face towards hers, Amelia mentally captured the moment. She wanted to live a lifetime of memories of this moment because she would never grow tired of how he looked at her.

He said angrily, "I don't want to stop touching you, not even for a minute, so you're going to have to help me."

Grinning, Amelia pulled at the bow tie, releasing it, and then grabbed the shirt's buttons. The way he kept caressing her, kissing her, nibbling at her complicated the easy process. Her nipples were firm and tight as if she were trying to get his attention, and her breasts were...