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He rested his forehead against hers. “Should we be doing this?”
“I don’t know. It feels a little … wicked.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, his smoldering gaze lowering to her mouth. “Maybe we need to pump the brakes.”
His mouth said one thing, but his eyes sent a completely different message. She bit her bottom lip under their weight, and lust flashed in their depths. He wanted her.
Hope and a fresh wave of desire surged inside her, and she ran with it. “What I do know is you rock my world with your kisses. If that makes me wicked, so be it because I want more of it. Now.”
Chapter 18
Rockin' My World
Holy. Fuck.
His kisses rocked Amy’s world? She wanted to be wicked? Withhim?
Oh hells yeah! Sign me up.
Wait.
Shane needed to rein in his libido right fucking now, but he had no clue where to start.
This was Micky’s fault. The dickwad had twisted him up inside until Shane had wanted to uncoil and lay some serious hurt on the asshole. If not for that outrageous phone call, Shane might have better control over his corkscrewing emotions now.
Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, dumbass. You are in so fucking deep.
Sane Shane found his voice. “We’re both a little wound up. Maybe we should talk about this before we do something we’ll both regret.”
The disappointment in Amy’s eyes was like a dart burying itself in his chest. He was acting like a damn yo-yo, giving in to his desire then frantically reeling it back in, neither with any finesse.
She wriggled from his hold and put distance between them. “You’re confusing me, Shane. You kiss me like … likethat”—she pointed an accusing finger at him—“then pull away and tell me we need to talk.”
He pushed out a frustrated breath. “I’m trying to do the right thing by you, Amy. We’re both caught up and not thinking through the consequences logically.”
“What’s there to think through? Unless you’ve already thought it through and decidedyou’llhave regrets.” Hurt replaced disappointment.
“Jesus, no! It’s nothing like that.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, partly to rearrange his wilting boner and partly to keep himself from reaching for her again. “Amy, I’ve wanted you for so long it hurts. I’ve thought about us together since the first time you set foot in Fall River.” Oh, great. And now he was vomiting up hisfeelings.
Her dark eyes went wide, and her mouth swung open.
Oh yeah. His eloquence was definitely knocking her socks off. And that yo-yo effect? No wonder she was confused.
“The thing is, I’ve had a chance to think about it—about being with you—for a long time. You haven’t. And you just broke up with a guy you’ve been with for years. You’re rebounding. Me coming on to you right now is a real douche move on my part, and chances are if we were to follow through with what we started, you’d wake up in the morning wondering why the hell you let yourself get talked into it.” Shit. Now he’d admitted his presumption that having sex was a foregone conclusion to the kissing. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like I was assuming it’s an automatic … I mean, talking about waking up and all sort of implies …”
Just shut up.
She crossed her arms over her chest, battening down the hatches over breasts that had been crushed against him only moments ago. He tried to lock out how lush and full andgoodthey’d felt against him and how sorely he wanted to touch and taste.
God, he was fucked. Not in a good way either.
Her mouth twisted to the side. “I’m not sure we were in the same room.”
“Come again?”
“I don’t mean it literally. It’s an expression.” She let out a defeated sigh, letting her arms swing free at her sides. “I believeIwas the one who came on toyou, and not because I was confused or hurting or mentally impaired. Yes, less than twelve hours ago, I was living with Micky. Yes, I only officially broke it off with him this afternoon. Believe me, I understand that the optics don’t look good, but you say you’ve been thinking about us for years, and I think I’ve been …” She cast her eyes down and to the side before leveling them with his again. “I know how bad this sounds, but I’m not on a rebound. I think I’ve been a tiny bit in love with you for a while now.”
He physically rocked backward as a rush of emotions pummeled him, sending blood whooshing through his ears. Had he heard her right? “What was that?”
