Page 75 of Accidentally Amy

“Like I don’t know that,” she teased. “I did it last week, remember?”

I swallowed, my throat dry as hell. Yeah, I remembered. We got out of the car and walked to the elevator bank, and I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed her hand and laced my fingers through hers, needing to touch her.

She grinned at me and said, “You couldn’t stay away, could you? You just had to touch me.”

I didn’t even bother denying it.

Izzy hit the up button, and her thumb rubbed back and forth over mine as we waited. “I think the boys will be happy to see me.”

“Nah, they’ll hate you again. Short-term cat memory.” The doors opened and we stepped inside.

“There is no such thing, and those two are hopelessly devoted to me.”

The doors slid closed. “Please don’t singGrease.”

Izzy pressed the button for my floor with her free hand. “I wish I had tuna in my purse.”

“Said no one ever,” I replied.

The elevator started moving, and it hit me like a freight train. I watched the numbers lighting up, hyperaware of Izzy’s scent and how close she was and the size of her hand in mine. In the fucking elevator. She looked at me then, and something in her eyes was different.

“Blake,” she whispered, like she was going to say something, but she didn’t.

I turned toward her, just the slightest bit, and I knew she was thinking the same thing. I could feel it in the way she looked at me. The air crackled, we stared each other down for a long second, and then everything exploded.

Izzy

Blake’s huge hands came up to my face as his mouth came down on mine. I kissed him back with ferocity while I pushed my body into his, moving him—both of us—closer to the stop button.

“Fucking yes, Iz,” he said against my lips as I reached around him and depressed the button. The elevator jerked to a stop, causing us to stumble. Blake took advantage of the impetus to move, turning us and pushing me up against the wall.

Was this really happening? Was I really pinned against him in the elevator while he kissed me like he wanted to eat me whole? I kissed him back with the same unhinged intensity that he was giving me, snaking my arms around his shoulders, crazed with lust.

His hands slid up the backs of my thighs, stopping at the bottom of my skirt as he whispered, “Is this okay?”

“Don’t you dare stop,” I said, needing him like I needed oxygen at that moment. Every nerve in my body was buzzing and connected to the points on my skin where his hands were resting.

“Shay,” he panted, his fingers tightening before sliding higher. I bit down on his lip and moaned into his mouth when he touched me—holyhellthe man knew what to do with his hands—and I lost the ability to formulate logical thoughts as he made me climb.

It got frantic as the alarm started going off, reminding us of our limited time before maintenance showed up. A cacophony of zippers and wild hands and ripping wrappers joined the jangling elevator bell as he lifted me in his hands and then—finally—he was there.

Blake

“Oh, God,” Izzy moaned, her heels bringing me in closer as her head fell back against the elevator wall.

“Holyshit.” I gritted my teeth and froze, my knees nearly buckling from the feel of Izzy surrounding me. Nothing had ever felt that good, and when she opened her eyes, I felt her gaze in my every molecule.

“Blake,” she bit out as I started moving, her eyes closing as she met me move for move. I could feel her fingers grasping me through my shirt and sweater, and it made me fucking burn. She’d been in every one of my fantasies since the day we’d met, but the reality of sex with Izzy was a thousand times better.

She breathed, “You do not suck at this, Phillips.”

“Nor do you,” I quipped, my entire body overcome with that annoying emotional pinch as I looked down at her face. I was in the middle of the hottest sexual encounter of my life, a mind-blowing escapade against the wall of an elevator, yet I desperately wanted to kiss the tip of her freckled nose.

“I don’t?” she asked, her mouth sliding into a slow grin. She said it like a joke, but there was something wary in her eyes that reminded me what she’d admitted, that she didn’t really date.

“Iz,” I said, recognizing that I sounded like an asshole as I tried talking through a clenched jaw. But every fucking muscle in my body was tense and taut as our pace got faster, hotter. “Swear to God this is the best I’ve ever had, and we aren’t even done yet.”

She pulled my face down to hers and started kissing me, desperate and hungry and wild, and that’s when things caught fire. I stopped hearing the deafening alarm as every one of my five senses—my entire consciousness—narrowed in on that one spot where we were joined.

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