Accidentally Amy(42)

“I’d say so,” she said. “No wonder they sent VP Blake to Boston.”
“Yeah.” He got a wrinkle between his eyebrows, like he was distracted by his thoughts, and he swallowed.
“I’m ready to be fed now,” she said, and that seemed to remind him to forget about work. “Unless you’re just stalling because of the--”
“Swear to God if you say micropenis one more time--”
“Fine,” she whispered.
They left the apartment, and when Blake opened her door for her, she rolled her eyes. “I appreciate the chivalrous gesture, Phillips, but I promise you that I know how to open a car door.”
That made his mouth split into the Full-on Sunshine. “Noted.”
His face was right there, right above hers, and she desperately wanted him to kiss her.
“By the way,” he said, lifting a finger and tracing her eyebrow with the softest touch. “It is killing me not to kiss you, but I don’t want to mess up your pretty red lipstick.”
“Please destroy it,” she blurted out, “Unless you’re chick--”
All ten of his fingers slid into her hair - thank God she’d straightened it, not that she would’ve cared - and he kissed her like it actually had been killing him. She raised her hands to his strong face and kissed him back with everything she had, hoping to make him feel even half of what he delivered whenever his lips met hers.
Going up on her tiptoes, Izzy pulled his head closer, taking the lead as she attempted to consume every addictive bite of Blake that she could get. He growled into her mouth, his fingers flexing, and the heat of it all made her burn.
Kissing Blake was so much more than just kissing, and she suspected nothing would ever compare. It was teeth and tongue and lips and breath, teasing and sliding and utter oral chaos - an onslaught, and hands-down the most erotic activity she’d ever participated in.
Aside from sex itself.
“Get your ass in the car,” he said, his lips barely above hers, so close that she could still feel their impression, “Before we get arrested.”
“Kissing isn’t illegal,” she whispered, rubbing her lips against his.
“But what your kisses make me want to do against the side of my car is.”


    Blake
“So I was thinking,” Izzy said, and Blake could see in his periphery that she was turning toward him in the passenger seat.
“God help me.”
“On a normal first date, the two people get to know each other slowly. But since we already know each other, maybe we should do an information speed-round.”
Her mind was always whirring. It was dizzying and fascinating, all at once. He sighed, “Please explain.”
“Okay, so usually there are things that date-ees want to know but cannot ask. About exes, family stuff, how many babies the other wants; off-limits topics that make you sound crazy or desperate if you ask them, right?”
“Right…?”
“So how about, at dinner, we allow all questions. Because obviously if you ask me about an ex, I know you aren’t a potentially-jealous psycho. And if I ask you if you want to get married someday, you know I’m not trying to tie you to the altar and baby you up.”
“I don’t think that expression is right.”
“But you feel me, right?”
“Sure.” Blake pulled up to the red light and looked over at Izzy. Yeah, he fucking felt her.
She looked so incredible that he’d had to force himself to stop looking at her at every opportunity. If he didn’t make a conscious effort, he might never stop staring. And he would never want her to think Date Izzy was any better than every other version.
Because Izzy was the sexiest person he’d ever met - all the time. In her messy ponytails and dirty glasses, in her skirts and heels at work; he was painfully attracted to her, no matter what. It had way more to do with the crinkles in her nose and the sound of her laugh than anything else.
But tonight - holy shit. Her long hair, that lipstick, those legs in that skirt; all of it together would tempt anyone with eyeballs. But combine it with the punch of her quiet perfume and the fact that she’d gotten dressed to go out with him, and he was fucking on edge.
“Okay,” she said, leaning forward to turn up the volume on the radio. “As soon as we order, it is on.”
    “Are you close with your family?” Izzy asked, breaking her roll in half. “You already know my only-child family history, so now I need yours. And give me the ugly truth.”
Blake picked up his lowball glass and gave her a look over it, like he was disappointed in such a datey question. “I’m close with my parents and my grandparents on my mom’s side. Only talk to my dad’s parents at holidays. I have two younger brothers who bug the shit out of me, so I guess you could say we’re close, as well.”
She nodded. “Interesting.”
“Not in the slightest,” he said, and he took a drink of his Scotch.
“Next question, then,” she said, rolling her eyes at his tone. “Have you ever been in love?”
He set down his glass. “No.”
That made her tilt her head and narrow her eyes. “Really?”
He let a quick breath out his nose. “I was engaged not that long ago, but after the fact I was able to see that it wasn’t the real thing.”
“Really?” Izzy grabbed her wineglass, fascinated by the thought of Blake with a ring. “What happened after the fact?”
He stared at her for a long minute, like he was weighing his thoughts, and then he said, “I realized that I had stronger feelings for one of my friends than I ever had for her.”