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She turned her face up to look at him. “For what?”
“For not seeing what’s been right in front of me all this time.”
“Don’t be sorry. You had no idea how I felt about you,” she whispered.
He put his hands on either side of her face and stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. “You’re my best friend. I should’ve known.”
She pressed her lips to his and answered him with a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her back and held her tight to his body. Kissing him, being in his arms would never get old. Amy was exactly where she always wanted to be, and she would do whatever it took to keep things just as they were right then.
Chapter Sixteen
“I can’t possibly eat another bite,” Amy said.
Brett knew bringing back Italian food – chicken Parmesan, which was Amy’s favorite was a safe bet. He was glad he’d suggested piling pillows and blankets on the living room floor and eating there as opposed to at the table. It was cozier, more intimate.
Brett held out his fork with a piece of chicken on it. He leaned forward. “You know you want another taste.”
Amy looked back and forth from him to the food. He nudged the food closer to her lips, but when she went to take it, he pulled it away and kissed her instead.
“Mmm,” she said, licking her lips.
“You taste so much better than this food,” he whispered as he leaned over to kiss her again.
“I was just thinking the same thing.” She smiled against his lips.
God, he wanted to lay her down on the floor and have his way with her. He wanted to kiss and lick his way down her body; he wanted to taste her pussy on his tongue; he wanted to feel her wrapped around his cock as he fucked her into orgasm after orgasm. But he didn’t get a chance to do any of that because there was a knock on the door.
“Are you expecting company?” she asked him, her tone teasing.
“No, but you stay put.” He pointed at her, then stood. There was no way he would let her answer the door when she was still only dressed in those panties and tank top. Brett went to the door and opened it.
“Mr. Hudson?”
“Yes.”
“I’m George Rinaldo from Tri Pinnae Resort Hospitality. I’m just taking a moment to see how you’re doing. The island is still without power, but we’ve been assured we’ll have it back tomorrow morning. In the meantime, the hotel is operating on a generator. Hot food and showers are available there for all guests.”
“Thank you, Mr. Rinaldo,” Brett said.
“Anytime, sir. Is there anything you need?”
Brett looked over his shoulder into the bungalow. “No, I don’t believe so.”
“Oh, one more thing, for safety reasons, we’re asking that guests don’t wander the island until the power is restored. There are broken tree branches and other debris,” George said.
“No problem.” Brett smiled. “Have a nice evening.” He closed the door and turned to Amy. “Looks like you and I are stuck in this bungalow together for the rest of the night.” And he had plenty of ideas about what they could do to pass the time.
“I don’t see a problem with that at all,” she said.
“Good.” He winked.
Together they cleaned up the remnants of their dinner. Amy took care of the trash while Brett opened the wine he’d bought earlier. Getting two glasses, he filled them and carried them back into the living room. He sat on the floor with his back against the couch. Amy sat next to him.
Handing her a glass of wine, he said, “To us.”
“Us,” she agreed with a smile.
They sat and silently sipped their wine. Outside, it began to rain again. Thunder boomed and bolts of lightning lit up the dark night sky. He took their glasses and set them on the end table. Amy rested her head on the couch, closed her eyes, and sighed. Brett watched her with a faint smile on his lips.
