Page 81 of Accidentally Amy

Izzy:Really?

Blake:So hard.

I walked to the bedroom, stopping in the doorway. Izzy was lying on her stomach in my bed, covered by my comforter. Her shoulders and upper back were visible, bare except for the thin black strap across her back, and she was looking down at her phone.

Holy hell, I wanted that so much. Not just the obvious, but the mundane. I wanted Izzy in my bed, scrolling on her phone like it was an ordinary occurrence, all the time.

I texted,I dare you to take off that bra.

I heard her inhale sharply before she responded.Are you in the doorway?

Blake:Yes.

She cleared her throat and texted,I cannot pass up a dare, can I?

Blake:I sure as fuck hope not.

My skin felt hot as I watched her slim fingers reach around her back, unhook her bra, then fling it off the edge of the bed. She raised herself up, onto her elbows, and texted:Better?

My eyes were stuck to her bare back, to her pale, naked skin that set fire to every one of my fantasies.

The reality of Izzy was a thousand times better.

I texted,So much better. Is it weird that I want to lick every bump of your spine?

Izzy:Not as weird as how badly I want to bury my face in your pillow and let you.

Blake:Are you still wearing that skirt?

Izzy:Shhh—my turn, Phillips. I dare you to lose the pants.

I’d never unbuckled and unbuttoned faster in my life. The room was so quiet that the click of my belt buckle hitting the floor confirmed I’d done as she’d asked. She responded withGood boy.

I wanted to ditch the phone and tackle her on the bed, but if this was what it took to get past her nervousness, I would do it. Also, something about it was fucking hot. The vanilla scent of her perfume slithered around me as I texted,I’m gonna need to see that skirt come off, Iz.

Izzy:Confession—It’s already off. When you went into the kitchen, I shed the outer layer.

Blake:So tell me exactly what you’re wearing this second.

Izzy:Tighty-whities and old man socks.

“That’s it,” I said, dropping my phone and charging over to the bed. “I’m coming in.”

Izzy

I screamed—a cackling laugh of a scream—when Blake’s big hand wrapped around my ankle. He dove under the covers andcrawled up my body, but the laughing stopped when I felt his hands on my hips, his mouth on the small of my back.

I shivered and let out a sigh that might’ve been a moan as his lips and tongue moved up my spine, his body poised above mine with the space of a breath between us. When his mouth hit the back of my neck, he murmured, “Those lacy black panties are not tighty-whities, for the record.”

I gasped when he bit down on my nape—dear God—and said, “I guess I was thinking of yesterday’s undergarments.”

“Really.”

I could feel the rumble of his voice on my skin, and I wanted to see his face.Neededto see his face. I turned over underneath the bridge of his arms, and the sight of him hovering above me, with his hair tousled, his eyes all heavy-lidded and hot, made me realize it was the first time I’d ever been knocked breathless just from looking at someone.

“Hey,” I said, my voice almost a whisper.

“Hey.” He swallowed.

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