Accidentally Amy(44)

Izzy tried to jump start a conversation, but it wasn’t meant to be. He was fucking incapable of thinking about anything other than the image she’d put into his depraved mind. When they got out of the car and walked to the bank of elevators, Blake couldn’t help himself. He grabbed her hand and laced his fingers through hers, needing to touch her.
That made her grin at him and say, “You couldn’t stay away, could you? You just had to touch me.”
He just looked at her, because she wasn’t wrong.
Izzy hit the up button, and she rubbed her thumb back and forth over his hand as they waited. “I think the boys will be happy to see me.”
“Nah – they’ll hate you again. Short-term cat memory.” The doors opened and they stepped inside.
“There is no such thing, and those two are hopelessly devoted to me.”
The doors slid closed.
Izzy pressed the button for his floor with her free hand. “I wish I had tuna in my purse.”
“Said no one ever,” he replied.
The elevator started moving, and it hit Blake like a freight train. Blake watched the numbers lighting up, hyperaware of Izzy’s scent and how close she was and the size of her hand in his. In the fucking elevator. She looked at him then, and something in her eyes was different.
“Blake,” she whispered, like she was going to say something, but she didn't.
He turned toward her, just the slightest bit, and he knew she was thinking the same thing. He could feel it in the way she looked at him. The air crackled, they watched each other for a long second, and then everything exploded.


    Izzy
Blake’s huge hands came up to her face as his mouth came down on hers. She kissed him back with ferocity while she pushed her body into his, moving him – both of them – closer to the stop button.
“Fucking yes, Iz,” he said against her lips as she reached around him and depressed the button. The elevator jerked to a stop, causing them to stumble a step. Blake took advantage of the impetus to move, turning them and pushing her up against the wall.
Was. This. Really. Happening? Was Izzy really pinned against him, in the freaking elevator, while he kissed her like he wanted to eat her whole? She kissed him back with the same unhinged intensity that he was giving her, snaking her arms around his shoulders, crazed with lust.
His hands slid up the back of her thighs, stopping at the bottom of her skirt as he whispered, “Is this okay?”
“Don’t you dare stop,” she said, needing him like she needed oxygen at that moment. Every nerve in her body was buzzing and connected to the points on her skin where his hands were resting.
“Shay,” he panted, his fingers tightening on her skin before sliding higher. She bit down on his lip and moaned into his mouth when he touched her - holy hell the man knew what to do with his hands – and she lost the ability to formulate logical thoughts as he made her fucking climb.
Gawwwwwd.
It got frantic as the alarm started going off, reminding them of their limited time before maintenance arrived. A cacophony of zippers and wild hands and ripping wrappers joined the jangling elevator bell as he lifted her in his hands and then —


    Blake
“Oh, God,” Izzy moaned, her heels bringing him in closer as her head fell back against the elevator wall.
“Holy shit.” Blake gritted his teeth and froze, his knees nearly buckling from the feel of her surrounding him. Nothing had ever felt that good, and when she opened her eyes, he felt her gaze in his every molecule.
“Chest,” she bit out as he started moving, her eyes closing as she met him move-for-move. He could feel her gripping fingertips through his shirt and sweater, and it made him fucking burn. She’d been in every one of his fantasies since the day they’d met, but the reality of sex with Izzy was incomparable.
She breathed, “You do not suck at this, Phillips.”
“Nor do you,” he quipped, his entire body overcome with that annoying emotional pinch as he looked down at her face. He was in the middle of the hottest sexual encounter of his life, a mind-blowing escapade against the wall of an elevator, yet he desperately wanted to kiss the tip of her freckled nose.
“Iz,” he said, rasping out her name through a clenched jaw. Every fucking muscle in his body was tense and taut as their pace got faster, hotter.
She pulled his face down to hers and started kissing him, desperate and hungry and wild, and that’s when things caught fire. He stopped hearing the deafening alarm as every one of his five senses – his entire consciousness – narrowed in on that one spot where they were joined.
“We should probably stop,” she said, panting, sounding like someone absolutely not interested in stopping. “Before we get arrested.”
“I just. Want,” he started, and then – like a sex goddess - she gave him exactly what he’d been waiting for. All ten of her fingernails pressed into his shoulders as her entire body tightened and flexed around him, making him growl out fucking thank you holy shit before following her fucking amazing lead.


    “He totally knew,” Izzy said, laughing beside him in the hallway as he pulled out his keys.
“Of course he knew,” Blake replied, relieved she was able to laugh that security had opened the elevator doors a mere three seconds after they got their clothes readjusted. He slid his key into the deadbolt and said, “I know I couldn’t stop grinning like a dumbass, which made the elevator-stuck scenario pretty tough to believe.”
“Yeah, you suck at lying,” she said, chuckling.