Page 92 of Accidentally Amy

Disappointment settled over me, even though we’d both said over our living room pizza picnic that we needed to stay at our respective apartments with work hovering in the morning.

“Yeah, get out,” I said. “I’m done with you anyway.”

“Nope.” He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed tightly, lifting me off the ground as he added, “We’re only getting started.”

I tried to be cool, but it was impossible not to smile at that because I just freaking adored him. I adored him and wanted everything.

So I looked away from his face before he could see my naked adoration, and I changed the subject.

“Did you know that when you set me on the table yesterday, I kind of thought you wanted to sex me up? On the butcher-block dinette?”

His gaze moved over the span of my face, like he was trying to see if I was serious or not, and then he lifted me higher and carried me over to the table. My heart started racing as he gave me a look, plopped me on the table, pushed my knees apart, and stepped closer.

“Were you into it, Iz?” he said in a quiet growl as he dragged his teeth along my jawline and his hands slowly slid the oversize T-shirt up my thighs. He raised his head and asked, “Were you down for some table action?”

“Yes,” I sighed, looking straight into his eyes. “I seem to be into everything when it comes to you.”

Something in his face changed when I said that. All at once he looked sweet and serious, and he leaned closer and rested his forehead against mine. He swallowed and said, “I know the feeling.”

“It’s bizarre, right?” I whispered, raising a hand to his stubbled jaw.

He closed his eyes for a half second, leaning into my touch, and when he opened them, they were bright and hot and intense. “Fucking bizarre and so fucking perfect, Iz.”

His mouth found mine as his hands made quick work of my clothes, and I took care of his pants while never breaking contact with that power kiss.

In mere seconds he was right where I needed him, consuming my mouth as he crashed into me on the kitchen table, and I felt emotional as I locked eyes with him, somehow homesick for him at that very second even though the moment hadn’t yet passed. He rocked into me, making me wrap my legs around him to hold him closer, squeeze him tighter, to try to lock up his body the way he’d locked up my heart.

“Fuck,” he hissed, sliding his hands underneath me and changing the angle to where it was no longer physically possible for my eyes to stay open. Or for me to think. He was so good, so in tune with every little thing that I didn’t even know I wanted, that I just dug my heels and nails into him and let myself fall into the blissful escape.

Chapter Thirty

Blake

Izzy:You awake?

I smiled as I read her message. Yes, I was lying in bed, in the dark, but I was definitely still awake. I texted,We literally hung up the phone four minutes ago.

Izzy:Well you fell asleep really fast last night, so…

Blake:No, that was you, Princess Snore.

Izzy:I don’t snore.

Blake:No comment.

Izzy:Quit lying about things, liar.

I pictured her, face down and sound asleep beside me. I texted,Isabella Shay, I’m not saying you snore, but if you did, it would be the most adorable sleepy sound I’ve ever heard. Like a motherfucking kitten.

Izzy:Flipping you off.

Blake:Grabbing your finger and sucking.

Izzy:ABORT MISSION! THIS IS NO WAY TO GET SLEEPY!

I sat up, grinning like a dumbass, and fluffed the pillow. Texted,Is that why you texted? So you could get sleepy?

Izzy:No. I texted to say that no matter what happens, this weekend was perfect.

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