Page 87 of Accidentally Amy

“Shhh,” she interrupted, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she scrubbed her teeth. “Don’t say it.”

“Say what?” I asked as I started brushing, feigning innocence even though we were both remembering the night before.

The things she’d said.

The things I’d said.

She delivered a look of warning to me in the mirror, but the smile in her eyes ruined it.

“You can’t say it now?” I teased, giving my mouth the fastest brushing, because that shower was calling. “Because I seem to recall that pretty mouth saying some filthy things in my bedroom.”

Her eyes sparkled with humor, with challenge, as she finished brushing and turned off her sink. Then she stepped out of her shorts, pulled off her T-shirt, and stripped down to nothing. “I’d rather use my mouth for other things. You coming?”

She walked around me and stepped into the shower. I just stood there, frozen with my toothbrush in my hand, looking at naked Izzy as she turned away from the shower stream so the water was hitting her back, and she leaned her head all the way back to get her hair wet.

“Stop staring and get in,” she said, her eyes closed.

I was naked in a second and stepping into the shower, my hands reaching for her waist to pull her close. I muttered something, but she cut me off by grabbing the back of my head,pulling me down to her level, and kissing the living shit out of me. The hunger of it, the want, nearly buckled my knees as I squeezed her waist and tried keeping up with her.

Hot water poured over us as heat pulsed through my veins. This…thisI could do forever. I reached around her to grab the body wash, not breaking contact with her mouth as I squeezed out liquid soap and started lathering her back. My hands traveled all over her slick skin, back to front, head to toe.

And I was a fucking junkie for her reactions. A sigh was great at first, but then I needed a moan. When my hands made her moan, my adrenaline spiked, and I could barely breathe from the burning need to hear her scream. And when her mouth delivered that hot-as-fuck sound, I finally felt like I had my fix.

Until she slid down my body, her fingers scraping down my thighs, and she proceeded to make me lose the capacity to think at all.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Blake

“I told you this would be a great date.”

“You were right,” I said, doing my best to drink my IPA, but it was extremely difficult when Izzy was walking so fast. She’d decided after our shower that she wanted to take me on a date, and who was I to stop her, right?

Last night was so perfect that I want the opportunity to top it, Phillips.

In my humble opinion, that sounded like one hell of a good time.

Was I surprised when we ended up at the zoo? Yes. Was it hands down the best date I’d ever been on? Also yes. I mean, what was better than beer, food trucks, and wild animals? She bought me snacks, took me on the train, and forced me to lie down in the shark tunnel so I could have “an entirely different underwater-viewing experience.”

Everything in the world seemed better with her. More fun. Fuckinghappier.

“What’s the hurry, Shay?” It felt like she was practically running.“The zoo doesn’t close for an hour.”

“I know, but Skyfari closes in twenty minutes.”

“Sky what?”

The words were barely out of my mouth when she stopped and pointed, grinning. I followed her finger, andoh, hell no.It was one of those ski lift things, where you rode around and viewed the zoo from above.

No fucking way.

I hated heights. I’d hated heights since Jason and I had gotten stuck on a ski lift when I was nine and we’d had to sit still, dangling over the side of a mountain, for over an hour.

It’d been terrifying.

I’d gotten over it and dealt with heights when necessary, but I was definitely not going to subject myself to this nightmarish little zoo ride that was more than likely maintained by a staff of disengaged sixteen-year-olds.

No, thank you, I would rather eat glass than get on that thing. I rubbed my forehead and said, “I don’t think—”

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