Where the Streets have no Name by Danielle Taylor

the fires within her, it stunned Amelia into a state of bliss she’d never known.
    “Daniel!”
    “Ah, love,” he murmured, sliding lower. “Tell me I can; tell me you want me to taste you.”
    Each pass of his lips over her skin sent tingles racing to her core. Too caught up in the moment to worry about modesty, Amelia watched his descent down her stomach. “Please, oh god, please!”
    Chuckling, Daniel hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her shorts, slowly pulling them down her thighs, over her knees, past her toes, and dropped them on the floor. The bottom half of her was now completely bared to Daniel. His sapphire eyes darkened to cobalt. He licked his lips, staring at her with unrestrained hunger in the taut lines of his face.
    Daniel knelt on the edge of the bed, taking one of her feet in his hands. He massaged her from the tip of her toes to her knee in long, languorous, and firm strokes. Each time he moved upwards, his hands neared her heat. She ached for him. Mercifully, he didn’t leave her wanting for long.
    The first swipe of his tongue turned Amelia into a frantic, trembling mess. Strong arms held her in place on the mattress while he worked away at her core, licking, nibbling, sucking. Stubble from his jaw scratched the insides of her thighs, adding to the sensations. He pulled her clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue, flicking back and forth over the sensitive bud. The feel of him open-mouth kissing her most sensitive parts was nothing like she expected.
    “Ah, Amelia, love,” he murmured. “You taste so good.” His tongue moved up through the very heart of her heat, long and languorous. “So sweet.”
    He stoked the flames low in her belly, drawing them out to her thighs and down to her toes. She shook with the need for some unknown release. Something was building, something too profound to understand. She’d touched herself, rubbing this same area, but nothing compared to Daniel’s intimate kiss or his finger exploring her passage. The thick digit burned a little, stretching her.
    Then he stroked some magic place inside her, curling his finger there. Tremors of liquid heat slipped through her, like scorching hot waves crashing down, blinding her, tearing her apart in the sweetest torture. Amelia died in a flash of bright, blistering white; her body rocking against his mouth. In the next breath she was reborn. And he didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath.
    Amelia cried out his name again and again, thrashing on top of the bed sheets. That same wildfire sparked up and she gave in to the pleasure, letting it consume her.
    When her body slumped down on the mattress, Daniel chuckled, planting a chain of hot, wet kisses from her thigh to her chin. Then he claimed her mouth with stunning ferocity, covering her body with his. He thrust against her, rigid and throbbing. The only thing standing between his cock and her core was a thin layer of boxer-briefs.
    Amelia wanted him. She wanted to feel him inside her, stretching her, filling her. And the thought terrified her more than she’d admit.
    Sighing at her lips, Daniel shifted to the side, resting next to Amelia. “You’re so beautiful, love.”
    She tried to reply in the negative but nothing worked. His tongue and hands turned her into a useless, limp mess.
    “You said you wanted to do tourist-y things today.” Daniel stood, the stiff length of his most male part straining under the stretched out fabric of his boxer briefs. “So let’s get showered, have breakfast, and head into Dublin then, aye?”
    How was she supposed to think? Amelia wanted him. Why hadn’t she pulled him into her when he was there? So close…brushing at the centre of her need. And he wanted her too. She saw that clear as the sun shining through the window.
    What the hell was she thinking?
    She had to call her best friend. Gabby would talk her down from this crazy, needy ledge.
    “You go shower first,” Amelia said. “I don’t need to wash my hair today,