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“Close your eyes,” he repeated.
“Why? How is that going to help you?”
He smiled. “Just do it.”
“I get it; you don’t want to talk about Vanessa. Fine, I won’t push you to talk. But this,” she waved her hand in front of him, “this is just crazy. Are you sure you’re not sick? Are you running a fever?”
“No, I’m not sick or feverish.” He took another step closer and was now face to face with her. “Close your eyes, and I will tell you how you can help me.”
With an aggravated sigh, Amy closed her eyes. Brett took a moment to let his hungry gaze wander over her body, lingering on her perky breasts, down to her flat stomach, and her long legs. He licked his lips and then lowered his head until his mouth was poised over hers.
“Keep them closed,” he said.
From the way she slightly jerked back, he knew she was surprised by how close he was. “They are,” she said.
Keeping his hands by his side, he moved away from her lips and to her ear. “I want you to imagine what it would feel like to have my lips kissing every inch of your body.” He heard Amy’s breath hitch, and he continued. “Imagine my hands tracing the path my lips had taken, exploring and caressing your soft skin.”
“Brett...I...”
“Shh.” He put his finger to her lips and looked at her. “Keep your eyes closed.”
She made no attempt to move, other than to swallow and take a deep breath.
This time, when he spoke, he kept his gaze on her face, wanting to see her reaction. “Now I want you to imagine how it would feel to have my cock sliding into you, fucking you, making you come.”
Amy sucked in a breath, and he saw the pulse in her neck quicken. His words had hit their mark.
Without missing a beat, he said, “And now imagine being trapped inside this bungalow with me, all those thoughts racing through your mind like a broken record, knowing there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop them or make them go away.” He paused, waiting to see if she’d say anything. When she didn’t, he continued. “But that’s not even the problem. Not really.” Brett once again put his lips close to hers. “Open your eyes,” he whispered.
She did, and then said, “If that’s not the problem, then what is?”
Brett held her gaze, his mouth ready to claim hers at any second. “I don’t want to make those thoughts go away.”
“You don’t?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. They were standing so close; her chest bumped his with every labored breath she took.
“No.” He put his hand on her hip and pulled her tight to his body. The fact that she didn’t resist or push him away was a good sign.
Amy put her hands on his biceps, her touch so soft he might have missed it if he wasn’t watching every move she made. “Then what do you want?”
“You.”
Chapter Thirteen
Amy’s heart thundered in her chest, and it was becoming harder and harder to breathe. Her hands trembled, and she felt like she was going to throw up. Time seemed to slow to a snail’s pace.
Brett wanted her.
How many times had she fantasized about hearing him say that? And now that he had, she was totally freaking out, having a full-blown panic attack.
“I need...Oh, God, room...air...” She wiggled free of his hold and walked into the bedroom, taking several gulps of air. It did nothing to calm her; it only made her dizzy. She sat on the edge of the bed and hung her head between her legs.
“Amy, are you?—?”
She motioned with her hand for him to stop. “Yeah, I just need a minute to think.”
“Okay.”
Closing her eyes, she forced herself to calm down. Brett wanted her. It was a dream come true, but instead of embracing it, she was thinking about it. So many questions raced through her mind, but she couldn’t get her mouth to form the words.
