Page 71 of Accidentally Amy

“Yes, I fucking do,” he said around an exhale. “So you can’t talk about your underthings without making me crazy. Without making me think about your skin and your body and the way you’d look in goddamn lace.”

DearLord. I felt winded, instantly rendered oxygen deficient by the forceful heat behind his words.

My hands rested on his chest. “How did you manage to call my bits little, tell me I have a micro-penis, yet still make me want to give you a standing ovation?”

“I’m a hell of a good presenter.”

“I’d say so,” I said. “No wonder they sent VP Blake to Boston to finish the merger.”

“Yeah.” He got a wrinkle between his eyebrows, like he was distracted by his thoughts, and he swallowed.

“I’m ready to be fed now,” I said, and that seemed to make him forget about work.

We left the apartment, and when Blake opened the door for me, I rolled my eyes. “I appreciate the chivalrous gesture, Phillips, but I promise you that I know how to open a car door.”

That made his mouth split into the full-on sunshine. “Praise Jesus. A woman who knows to pull the handle.”

His face was right there, right above mine, and I desperately wanted him to kiss me.

“By the way,” he said, lifting a finger and tracing my eyebrow with the softest touch. “It is killing me not to kiss you, but I don’t want to mess up your pretty red lipstick.”

“Please destroy it,” I blurted out. “Unless you’re chick—”

All ten of his fingers slid into my hair, and he kissed me like it actuallyhadbeen killing him. I raised my hands to his hard jaw and kissed him back with everything I had, hoping to make him feel even half of what he delivered whenever his lips met mine.

Going up on my tiptoes, I pulled his head closer, taking the lead as I attempted to consume every addictive bite of Blake that I could get. He growled into my mouth, his fingers flexing, and the heat of it all made me burn.

Kissing Blake was so much more than just kissing, and I suspected nothing would ever compare. It was teeth and tongue and lips and breath, teasing and sliding and utter oral chaos—an onslaught, and hands down the most erotic activity I’d ever participated in.

Aside from sex itself.

“Get your ass in the car,” he said, his lips barely above mine, so close that I could still feel their impression, “before we get arrested.”

“Kissing isn’t illegal,” I whispered, rubbing my lips against his.

“But what your kisses make me want to do against the side of my car is.”

Blake

“So I was thinking,” Izzy said, and I could see in my periphery that she was turning toward me in the passenger seat.

“God help me.”

“On a normal first date, the two people get to know each other slowly. But since we already know each other, maybe we should do an information speed round.”

Her mind was always whirring. It was dizzying and fascinating, all at once. I said, “Please explain.”

“Okay, so usually there are things that people want to know but cannot ask. About exes, family stuff, how many babies the other wants—off-limits topics that make you sound crazy or desperate if you ask them, right?”

“Right…?”

“So how about, at dinner, we allow all questions. Because obviously if you ask me about an ex, I know you aren’t a potentially jealous psycho. And if I ask you if you want to get married someday, you know I’m not trying to tie you to the altar and baby you up.”

“I don’t think that expression is correct.”

“But you get me, right?”

“Sure.” I pulled up to the red light and looked over at Izzy.

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