Accidentally Amy(62)

So she just nodded and blinked back the tears in her eyes.
He said, “If you need more time--”
“I think I love you, too,” she blurted out.
If it weren’t for the way his Adam’s apple moved when he swallowed, she might’ve thought he didn’t hear her. His expression didn’t change one bit before he said, “What did you just say?”
She felt like an idiot. “Well, I mean, I’m sure--”
“Fucking say it again,” he said, closing the distance between them. In a second he was wrapping his arms around her waist and adding, “But slower, Iz. Please, God.”
She set her hands on his chest - the Chest. Where it all began. She said, “I. Think. I. Love. You. Too.”
He set his forehead on hers. “It’s weird, right?”
She let her eyes close and she whispered back, “It’s always been weird with us. Since the very beginning.”
He pressed a light kiss to the tip of her nose.
“So where’s all my stuff?” she asked, very nearly purring as he rubbed his nose against hers.
His mouth slid into a big smile - finally, and he said, “The dumpster behind your building.”
“What?” She pulled back to give him her best scowl. “You threw it all away?”
“Baby, I was depressed as fuck in the pouring rain,” he said, teasing but also sounding serious. “I threw your stuff away with a shit-ton of force and a litany of sad curses, actually.”
That made her ridiculously pleased even while she felt sorry for him. She tilted her head and said, “Wait - am I baby now?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Do you want to be?”
She grinned and squinted, like she was thinking hard. “Will you please say the words Are you lost, baby girl? Just as a sample so I can see if I like it?”
“You little pervert,” he said, squeezing her waist and giving her mock anger. “I will not table read from your favorite porn.”
She started laughing, unable to believe he remembered their discussion about the spicy Netflix movie. “365 Days is NOT porn, for the record; I already told you that.”
“Just because you say something doesn’t mean it’s a fact.”
“Sure, it doesn’t.” “Iz.”
“Huh?”
He said through gritted teeth, “Can we stop talking now?”
“I don’t know if I can--”
He cut her off with his hands, which pulled her tighter against his body, and his mouth, which landed hot and wild on hers.
Yeah - he didn’t have to tell her twice. Izzy kissed him back like a wanton, her body infused with a heady cocktail of relief, gratitude and primal lust. She panted like she was running as he opened his mouth wide over hers. His big hands came up to the sides of her face, his fingers flexing on her skin, which made her purr.
“Your dress is cute,” he said against her lips, “And needs to be gone. I’d take care of it but I don’t think I can do it without fucking ripping it off.”
She reached around to the back and undid the zipper, letting the dress fall to the floor as they continued kissing each other like they’d been kept apart for decades. Her hands found their way to his thick hair and then he was picking her up, his mouth still feeding her heat as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he led them down the hall.
“I love how big your hands are,” she breathed, feeling his palms under her ass as he carried her like she weighed mere ounces. “So fucking sexy.”
“I love how strong your thighs are,” he said, lifting his mouth from hers and giving her a dirty grin. “And the way you always tighten them when I do this.”
He lowered his head and bit down lightly on her neck, which made her clench every single muscle in her body, which made him laugh and groan, all at the same time. She somehow managed to pull off his t-shirt as he carried her into the bedroom, and when he climbed onto the bed with Izzy wrapped around his body, her feet managed to plant on the back of his calves and pull down his sweatpants.
“Fucking industrious,” he said, laughing as he rolled onto his back (carrying her with him) and used his own feet to finish the job. “See, this is why I think I love you.”
She felt warmth bloom, from the tips of her toes all the way to the top of her head, as he grinned up at her. She settled on top of him, sitting up and letting her knees lower to each side of his hips as she grinned right back. “Because I can take off your pants with my feet.”
“No.” His smile dropped away and he raised his hands to the back of her neck, pulling her face closer to his. It felt like his dark eyes were her whole world as his fingers burned her skin. He swallowed and said, “I mean, yes. But no. Because you’re this fucking gorgeous perfect weirdo that I am obsessed with.”
Her throat was tight, because for some reason it felt like the most perfect love declaration she could ever imagine.
“It’s way too soon to say this, but I know I love you, Iz, just like I know Goodyear needs insulin to live and that I’m allergic to cashews.” He was beautiful and earnest as he looked into her eyes said, “I don’t expect you to --”
“But I do.” She blinked back tears – what the hell was that – and nodded. “I know it, too.”
His jaw muscle tensed and his nostrils flared before he pulled her mouth back to his.
And then everything changed.
He was still delivering white-hot hunger with his lips and tongue, but it somehow felt deeper, as if they were signing their names to an unspoken agreement, committing to something bigger via kisses and sighs. His hands tangled in her hair and he sat up, like he couldn’t get enough and needed to be closer, and she wondered if she could die from an overdose of lust.