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“Look, if I just wanted sex, I’m sure I could find it somewhere on this island, but I don’t. I want you, Amy.”
The look in his eyes told her that he was being truthful. But the question remained – did he simply want her for a night of consequence free sex or was there more behind his request – more that he wasn’t willing to share with her?
She chewed nervously on her bottom lip. Could she do it? Could she spend a night with him, and then wake up tomorrow and act like it had never happened? Did she want to? That was her biggest fear – that this one night wouldn’t be enough, that by giving in to these desires, she’d be giving her heart to him and that she’d never recover from it.
Brett placed his hand on her cheek, and she leaned into his touch. “Amy?”
Their friendship had withstood a lot. It could withstand this, too, couldn’t it? God how she wanted him. She knew she’d never get another opportunity like this. If she didn’t do this, she would never forgive herself. Taking a deep breath, she strengthened her resolve.
One night. That’s it.
She could handle one night.
Maybe.
Chapter Fourteen
Brett swallowed hard. She was on the fence; he could tell. “The choice is yours, Amy. We can walk up those stairs to the bedroom, or we can walk down the stairs to the living room and forget we ever had this conversation.” Brett searched her face, his heart racing as he waited for her to make a decision.
Ever so slowly, Amy took one step back, up the stairs. Then she took another. Brett was on her before she had the chance to take anymore. He scooped her up into his arms and crushed his mouth over hers. It was in that moment he knew – one night would never be enough. But he’d deal with that tomorrow.
Right now, he concentrated on carrying her upstairs and laying her on the bed. He brought his body over hers, kissing her, letting his hand roam down the length of her body. It was so tempting to tear the clothes from her body and ravage her.
“Brett,” she whispered, turning away from his kiss.
He groaned. “Amy, baby, please don’t stop me. Not now.”
He knew clear to his soul that if they didn’t take this plunge, he’d never be able to see her with another man. It would kill him. Or rather, he’d kill the other guy for touching what belonged to him.
Brett gently took her chin in his thumb and forefinger and turned her to look at him. He brushed his lips over hers. “I want you so much, Amy.”
“I want you, too.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Nothing...I...” Amy grabbed his face and kissed him hard.
He gathered both of her hands into his and pinned them above her head, lacing their fingers together as she spread her legs, and he settled between them. “Keep your hands there,” he said.
Then he kissed her chin, down her throat, stopping once he reached the material of her shirt. Sliding his hands up into her tank top, he pulled it off over her head. His gaze lingered on her breasts and her hard nipples. His cock was so hard he thought he was going to die.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed out.
Brett found her mouth again and kissed her deeply as he leisurely ran his hand down her arm, along her breast and to her waist, memorizing every soft curve of her body.
“You’re trembling,” he said.
“I’m scared.”
“Why?” He flexed his fingers on her waist in an attempt to reassure her that it was okay, that he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want him to, and that she could set the pace.
“Because it’s you.”
Brett smiled. “That sounds like a reason why you shouldn’t be scared.”
“Yeah, well, I think it’s having the opposite effect on me. What if?—”
He put his finger to her lips to silence her. “Don’t.”
