Page 105 of Accidentally Amy

Yeah—you don’t have to tell me twice, baby.I kissed him back like a madwoman, my body infused with a heady cocktail of relief, gratitude, and primal lust. I panted like I was running as he opened his mouth wide over mine. His big hands came up to the sides of my face, his fingers flexing on my skin, which made me growl.

“Your dress is cute,” he said against my lips, “and needs to be gone. I’d take care of it, but I don’t think I can do it without ripping it off.”

I reached around to the back and undid the zipper, letting the dress fall to the floor as we continued kissing each other like we’d been kept apart for decades. My hands found their way tohis thick hair, and then he was picking me up, his mouth still feeding me heat as I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me down the hall.

“I love how big your hands are,” I breathed, feeling his palms under my ass as he maneuvered me like I weighed mere ounces. “So sexy.”

“I love how strong your thighs are,” he said, lifting his mouth from mine and giving me a dirty grin. “And the way you always tighten them when I do this.”

He lowered his head and bit down on my neck, which made me clench every single muscle in my body, which made him laugh and groan, all at the same time. I somehow managed to pull off his T-shirt as he carried me into the bedroom, and when he climbed onto the bed with me wrapped around his body like a baby koala, my feet managed to plant on the back of his calves and pull down his sweatpants.

“Fucking industrious as hell,” he said. He laughed as he rolled onto his back, carrying me with him, and used his own feet to finish the job. “See, this is why I think I love you.”

I felt warmth bloom, from the tips of my toes all the way to the top of my head, as he grinned up at me. I settled on top of him, sitting up and letting my knees lower to each side of his hips as I grinned right back. “Because I can take off your pants with my feet.”

“No.” His smile dropped away, and he raised his hands to the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to his. It felt like his dark eyes were my whole world as his fingers burned my skin. He swallowed and said, “Because you’re this fucking gorgeous sweet weirdo that I am obsessed with.”

My throat was tight, because for some reason it felt like the most perfect love declaration I could ever imagine.

“It’s way too soon to say this, but I know I love you, Iz, just like I know Hole needs insulin to live and that I’m allergic to cashews.” He was beautiful and earnest as he looked into my eyes and said, “I don’t expect you to—”

“But I do.” I blinked back tears and nodded. “I know it, too.”

His jaw muscle tensed and his nostrils flared before he pulled my mouth back to his.

And then everything changed.

He was still delivering white-hot hunger with his lips and tongue, but it somehow felt deeper, like we were signing our names to an unspoken agreement, committing to something bigger via kisses and sighs. His hands tangled in my hair, and he sat up, like he couldn’t get enough and needed to be closer, and I wondered if I could die from an overdose of lust.

I felt like I could and also that I’d be absolutely fine with it.

Blake Phillips was killing me, and I never wanted it to stop. He turned us again so he was above me, and I reveled in the feel of him: the weight of his big body on mine, the slide of his leg hair against my opposing smoothness, the heat of his skin.

The hardness of his body—every ridged, straining muscle—made me wild with need.

I trailed my fingers up his wide, shredded back, my nails pressing into his flesh as I urged him closer. More. I needed more.

Now.

“Blake,” I said against his lips, shamelessly digging my heels into his soft sheets, rubbing against him as he continued treatingmy mouth as if it were a gourmet meal and he’d been deprived of food for a month. I managed to pant out, “Now,” and “Please,” without interrupting the delicious onslaught, and then I hissed, “Yessssss,” when I heard his big hand rifling in the nightstand.

But Blake—Blake didn’t stop. No, he continued inhaling me, devouring me, even while suiting himself up.Hot damn, I thought, delirious with want. VP Blake was a fucking rock star at multitasking. I closed my eyes and kissed him back with every single ounce of me, and when he pressed inside my body, filling me so perfectly, I already couldn’t remember what it felt like to not love Blake Phillips.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Blake

“Come on, Shay—you don’t really want to go home, do you?” I called out from the bed as she fetched snacks from the kitchen. It was midnight, and not only was I exhausted, but I really wanted Izzy to sleep in my bed all night.

“Of course I don’t,” she yelled back, clinking dishes. “But the Darkling needs food.”

“Can’t you call Josh?”

“He’s still pissed about the puke,” she said. “He won’t help.”

I kicked back the covers, got up, and walked into the kitchen. “What’s his number?”

“Whose number?” Izzy glanced at me as she sprinkled shredded cheese all over a huge stack of tortilla chips. “Have I ever told you how good you look in a pair of boxer briefs, by the way?”

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