Page 66 of Accidentally Amy

“Oh, I know,” he said, his lips turning up into a dirty, delicious smile.

It made me brave.

“And about that kiss,” I said, thrilled at the thought of him being even half as obsessed as I’d been. “I dreamt about it last night.”

“Tell me,” he said, moving his mouth down to lick at my neck.

“Can’t,” I said, melting as he nipped my skin and made me burn all over. “Too embarrassing.”

“Hot?” he asked, his tongue sliding over the spot he’d bitten.

“Oh, yeah,” I sighed, letting my head fall back to give him better access.

“Tell me anyway,” he growled, his voice raspy in my ear as he nipped my earlobe. “Where were we?”

“In your room,” I said, struggling to form words as he kissed my throat. “New bed.”

He raised his head and looked a little wild-eyed. “Naked?”

“So naked,” I said, and the look on his face when I said that told me that we were about to have sex against my front door.

And I’d never wanted anything more.

My hands found the bottom of his hoodie and slid underneath, touching the taut, hot skin of his shredded stomach—holyshit. He sucked in a breath as his palms gave way to his forearms on the door, putting his body flush against mine without the tiniest bit of space between us.

“Iz.” I felt the heat of his gaze before his mouth went back to mine, feeding me unbridled kisses that made me push myself against him. He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, taking every hot kiss he delivered as he carried me toward the hall. My fingers drove into his hair, and I wondered how it was possible to feel so much.

I was weakened by it, the power of my want, while at the same time feeling strength in every meeting of our mouths. I wanted nothing in the world but Blake, nothing in the world but the two of us in that moment. It didn’t seem possible, but he was everything to me in that white-hot minute.

He made a sound in his throat, but instead of walking into my bedroom, he turned.

He walked through what seemed like the kitchen, but I was too lost in his lips and the way his teeth toyed with my lower lip to confirm, and then—

Then he set me down on the kitchen table.

I opened my eyes—which was far more difficult than it sounded—and he was looking down at me with so much sex in his eyes that I felt dizzy. His face was flushed as he said, “I have an idea.”

Holyshit, Mr. Chest wanted kitchen table action? I tried to sound chill when I removed my fingers from his thick hair, and I tried to sound casual as my blood pressure hit what must’vebeen a catastrophic range, because my hands started shaking and my lips felt tingly. “Change of plans, Phillips?”

“Yeah.” He ran a thumb over my cheek and said, “I want to take you out.”

Blake

I watched that little wrinkle form between her eyebrows, like she was confused.

Yeah, I got that. I was alone with Izzy and we were finally free to do whatever the hell we wanted, yet I was pumping the brakes.Idiot much?

But the thing of it was, I really liked Iz. I liked being friends with her, regardless of the shape of her body (perfect) and her beautiful face. I liked the smell of her hair and the way her nose scrunched when she grinned, but I loved her smart-ass fuckery even more.

So much so that now, on the eve of our relationship being suddenly green-lighted and wide open, I was nervous that rushing into sex might somehow screw everything up.

I said, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but going from zero to one hundred seems unwise. Should we maybe pause for dinner?”

Izzy blinked up at me before she said, “Wait. You’re hungry?”

“No,numb nuts,” I said, reveling in the smile that curved her lips when she realized I’d heard her cousin through the door earlier. “I’m asking if you’ll go to dinner with me tonight.”

“Well, I don’t know,” she said, tilting her head and giving me that playful look that made me want to mess up her hair or tickle her until she fell down. “Where are you going to take me?”

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