Amelia POV

Amelia ignored the voices in her brain that warned her against doing this, telling her it was a horrible idea. Amelia would love to spend one more night with Smith, so she didn't care if this was a huge disaster. She would have to deal with the repercussions tomorrow, but they would come.

As they departed from the B&S ball, Smith held her hand and only released it to shift gears. A strong feeling of deja vu descended upon the truck's cab. They were leaving the B&S ball in the identical vehicle they had away from it five years prior, although in a different situation. What transpired afterward was the outcome of the slow-burning connection and childhood crushes that began all those years ago when Smith was saving her from a difficult circumstance. This evening, they were both aware of what they were doing, and they were jumping into it without any hesitation.

"Do we have to pause to get supplies?" As they passed the bottle-o, Smith questioned her while grinning at her.

He recalled. He remembered, of course. When they had done this previously, they had made a stop at the bottle-o for alcohol and Chicken Twisties.

Squeezing his hand, Amelia said, "No, I'm good."

As the truck consumed the road, they travelled quietly through the gloom. Amelia 's excitement increased as she pressed her thighs together. Had she ever desired anything to the extent that she chose Smith at that moment? She doubted she had ever expected anything else as much as Smith. No other male even remotely compared to her best friend's brother, Tony, being her first crush back when she had just recently discovered boys. When they eventually connected and became a couple, the desire for him never decreased since it only strengthened over time. She desired him even though he was on the opposite side of the globe. And now, one month's worth of want after another was piling up to the point that she was in extreme need of anything tonight.

At last, the truck decelerated and veered off the main road into the gravel path that led to the ancient barn. On Willison's family property stood the barn, an old shearing shed long since abandoned. She hoped that after all these years, the loft was still functional and hadn't collapsed.

She expressed her worry by asking, "Have you been here lately?"

"Yes, a few times," he mutely said. "I still come here occasionally to reflect."

Amelia turned to face him, the lights from the dashboard casting a shadow across his profile. She detested that she was the cause of his angular jaw and furrowed brow. They had indeed ended poorly, and because of her immaturity, she had fled rather than faced the consequences.

Probably the worst thing they could have done was to go ahead with what they planned tonight. God, she wanted to be with him, skin on skin linked intimately, with nothing separating them. They should be talking things out, not fighting.

Amelia remained where she was, doubts bothering her, as Smith parked the vehicle and exited. For the last few months, she had been attempting to improve herself, mature, and acquire adult skills. Despite her desire to be nude with Smith, sleeping with him did not align with any of her resolutions.

Smith stood with a blanket beneath his arm, observing her with gentle eyes and a gentle attitude when the door opened.

"Hi," he murmured.

"Hey," she answered.

At that moment, he grasped her hand, and she pivoted in her chair to face him. Bending closer, he pressed his lips to hers. Her anxieties dissipated with his tender kiss and the evening wind. She drew him in by curling her fingers into the front of his shirt and spreading her legs apart to allow her to move between them. Smith rolled his full length into her, deepening the kiss as they both moaned as they made contact. An intense and hungry lust consumed her. The flame consumed whatever final misgivings she had about spending this evening with him.

With reluctance, Smith released her kiss and looked into her eyes. He questioned, "Do you still want to do this?"

After deep breathing, she nodded and leaned in to kiss him. Indeed. Yes, I do.

She voluntarily left the truck when Smith assisted her out. This was what she desired. This was what she needed.

Smith pushed open the large barn door as they descended the tall grass. Amelia trailed behind him inside and removed her shoes to make her way up the steep stairs leading to the attic. She felt Smith's heat through the flimsy material of her dress as he trailed after her.

When they arrived at the loft, Smith unlocked the door at the end and let the moonlight stream inside. He extended the blanket on the dusty surface and extended his hand towards her. Accepting it, she moved in closer, cocking her head to plant a kiss.

He took his time kissing her, letting his tongue dance over her lips in a passionate dance that she felt down to her toes. She forced herself against him because she needed to feel his hardness and complete body contact.

His lips traced a path of kisses down her neck and across her shoulder, gently removing the small strap and revealing the cup of her strapless bra made of satin and lace. She hoped he would find out soon because it was crimson, matching her outfit, and she wore matching underwear.

He dropped his head and continued to kiss her over the gentle rise of her breast, his tongue caressing the lacy border of her underwear. "I love seeing you in lace," he whispered.

Breathlessly, she said, "There's more to see," letting the dress puddle at her waist and removing the second strap.

Smith stumbled to his knees in front of her, grunting. He snarled, putting his nose between her breasts and inhaling deeply, "I need to worship these beauties for a bit."

Amelia ran her fingers through his luscious blond hair and tipped her head back, closing her eyes to focus on the sensation of his lips against hers.

Smith put his hands over her breasts and ran his thumbs over her nipples, which were wrapped in lace. Even though it was a light touch, it struck her deep down and caused her to let out a long, low groan. His lips followed the caress, sucking one tight bud, lace and all, into his mouth. Though he didn't seem in haste to move, she fisted her hands in his hair to hold him motionless. He caressed her, his mouth's heat feeding the fire within her. Then he turned to the other side, and she felt the hot, moist suction of his lips on one wet nipple and the erotically charged chilly night air on the other. Once more, her delicate skin felt the contrast of heat and cold, causing her nervous system to go into overdrive and force her to sigh.

Smith said, "God, I've missed you," as he wrapped his hands around her back to remove her bra's clasp and expose her to the evening breeze.

With a careful touch, he traced circles on her freshly exposed skin with his rough fingertips. Her fingertips moved from his hair to his shoulder, covered in a shirt. She tugged at the cloth.

It's your time, she muttered. "I also want to see you,"