Accidentally Amy(46)

“Ah.” Blake scrubbed a hand over the top of his hair and swallowed hard. Apparently he and Iz were feeling entirely different about the night. Noted. “Let me go grab my phone and I’ll take you home.”
He went back in his room and slipped the phone into his pocket, but when he returned to the living room, Izzy was crouched down, petting both of his cats while talking to them in the fucking sweetest voice.
That pinching feeling returned with so much force it nearly brought him to his knees, and he couldn’t stop himself from biting out the words, “Holy shit, you are so fucking beautiful.”


    Izzy
Izzy gasped as she looked up, which made her lose her squat and drop back onto her butt.
Gawwwwd, the way he’d said it.
The way he’d said it.
He’d said the words through gritted teeth like he meant them so hard. And his intense expression didn’t soften as she smiled at her own klutziness. His mouth was firm, his eyes so fierce that she felt the look from head-to-toe.
“You mean graceful,” she teased, because she was not equipped to receive incendiary compliments from someone like Blake.
“I know what I meant,” he said, crossing the room to stand above her. He held out a hand to help her up, and when she let him pull her to her feet, he held onto her hand and didn’t let go. “You are so fucking pretty that I have a hard time not staring. Obsessively. Every second that I’m with you.”
“Ohmigod,” she said, blinking and hoping she didn’t sound as flustered as she felt, “You just can’t say things like that to me.”
“Why not?” He dropped her hand and ran a knuckle over her cheek, killing her with eye contact as his big body seemed to hover in front of her, surrounding her, as his scent snaked around her head and made her hyperaware of his sexy throat.
Her eyes closed of their own volition, and she swayed just the tiniest bit before forcing them open. She didn’t know why her voice came out as a whisper when she said, “Because it makes me want to believe it.”
“Iz, believe it,” he said, his voice quiet as he stepped closer. “Your face is all I’ve thought about since you scalded my chest with your PSL.”
“Amy’s PSL,” she corrected, her heart beating a little faster as his hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer.
“I will take you home if that’s what you want,” he said, lowering his head to give her neck THE softest kiss. “But if you’re interested in staying, nothing in this world would make me happier.”
“What about a lotto win?” she asked, moving her head so he had better access. “I bet that’d make you happier.”
“Wrong,” he growled, scraping his teeth against her skin. “I want you more than millions, though it’s quite likely I’d regret that decision in the morning.”
That made her smile and put her hands on the back of his head. “World peace would surely make you happier.”
“You can’t pin world peace on me,” he said with false indignation, his fingers unbuttoning the top button on her pirate blouse as his tongue licked over her throat. “World peace would - of course - be sublime, and I would choose it over you because I’m not a selfish monster. But all I want tonight, Isabella Clarence, is this.”
“I cannot believe you remember my middle name,” she said around a laugh.
“It’s so bizarre that it’s unforgettable.” He unbuttoned another button. “Just like you.”
Izzy stepped back - well, as much as he’d let her - and said, “Well before I can decide on the sleepover, I’m going to need to see Mr. Chest’s chest.”
His hands stopped moving on her buttons and his head came up. “You just see me as a piece of meat, don’t you?”
“No, but I just really want to see it,” she said, feeling on more solid footing when they weren’t being serious. “I feel like once we start getting busy, I’ll be too distracted to look.”
“Did you just say getting busy,” he asked, reaching over his shoulder to grab the back of his shirt.
“It’s better than the alternative.”
“Which is?”
“The nasty,” she replied.
He pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it onto the floor.
“Holy shit,” she said through clenched teeth before her mouth literally dropped wide open. Mr. Chest’s chest was chestal perfection.
“The nasty is not an alternative at all,” he said, reaching out to return to his previous unbuttoning task.
“How about banging?” she asked, setting her hands on his sternum and slowly sliding them up toward his shoulders. It was sinful and wrong and wrong and sinful that he should look so beautiful. It’s like they super-sized his hot genes when the universe was stringing him together or something.
He was a freak, honestly.
“Too pedestrian,” he said, “We’re better than banging.”
“Please don’t say making love,” Izzy objected, watching her fingers move over his sculpted pectorals. “That’s so disgusting.”
“I would never,” he said, flicking open her remaining buttons. “Do I look like a douche?”
“You look like a sex dream,” she said, then sucked in a breath when he leaned down enough to drop a hot kiss on her cleavage.
“As do you.” He raised his head, his mouth in a mischievous grin as he said, “This proper bra is incredibly hot, by the way.”
“An optical illusion that really makes my micropenis pop.”