She shrugged her shoulders. “Honestly, after all your visits to the salon, I don’t know what to expect. I mean, here we are, back where we started. It’s like déjà vu.”
“Well, if you could have a redo of our first encounter here at this hotel, how would it all play out?” This was going to be interesting. She could answer this several ways and all of them could get her in a heap of trouble. I may have been holding back with the jokes, but I wanted to explore every single inch of that woman’s body and sooner or later, it was going to happen.
“You really want me to answer that? You do remember how you acted don’t you?” She rested her head on her hand and looked more serious about our conversation, like it was some kind of debate.
“Sure, but I also remember how you came on to me.”
She covered her face with her hands and laid flat on her back on the bed. “That is not how it happened.”
I put both of my hands behind my head and stared at the ceiling. I didn’t have to think hard about that night, because it had been on my damn mind every day since. “I remember waking up to your hands all over me.”
Amy sat up and swung her legs around until she was sitting up facing me. “I…that was…a mistake!”
I started laughing and looked her in the eyes. “Clearly.”
She gave me an evil look . “You took advantage of me being vulnerable.”
“Look Blaze, you can twist that night around however you want, but if I wouldn’t have stopped you, I can assure you that we wouldn’t be hiding out from your abusive husband in this old ass hotel.”
She looked appalled. Her mouth opened and at first she was speechless. She put her hands on her hips and stood up, like she meant business. “You’re wrong. I would have stopped you.”
I sat up and swung my feet in front of her, pulling her by the waist so that she was closer to me, then I looked up at her shocked face. When I stood up and grabbed her chin, she didn’t pull away. “As much as I enjoyed teasin’ you, I am dead serious when I say that I know for sure you wouldn’t have stopped me then, or if I tried to touch you right now.” I could tell she was getting aggravated with me and pushing her was probably going to get me slapped, but I was sick of beating around the bush.
“You promised you wouldn’t touch me.” Tears filled her eyes.
I wiped them away with my fingers. “I lied.” My lips pressed against Amy’s. Just like my stolen kisses before, I pulled away before she could reciprocate. I cupped her face in my hands and waited for her to push me away. After a few seconds I kissed her again. “Do you want me to stop?”
Her eyes were still closed from our kiss. I looked down at her puffy lips and couldn’t wait to feel them again. This woman needed to be consumed. She needed to know that she was sexy as hell and desired, and I wanted to be the guy to show her.
When she didn’t reply, I brushed my mouth against hers. “Tell me you want me to stop, Blaze.”
I could feel her increased breathing as she spoke. “I don’t!”
Chapter 8
Amy
I was tired of denying myself happiness; tired of living in an endless pool of regret; tired of being cut down until I hated to look at myself in the mirror. Here was this man in front of me; this beautiful man that awakened parts of me that I thought were lost forever.
I wanted to feel the passion he was offering. I was tired of falling asleep at night wondering what this man was really like. I wanted him. I needed him.
Conner’s eyes got big after I gave him the go-ahead. He took both of my hands and placed them on his chest, over his shirt. “I’m not used to takin’ things slow, darlin.” He brought his hand up and ran it against my cheek. “Turn around.”
I was confused, but did as he told me. I took my hands off of his chest and glanced at him one last time before turning around. I wasn’t used to trusting someone, in fact, I found myself sleeping with one eye open to keep myself safe.
Conner’s hands started on my shoulders and slowly made their way down both of my arms. His touch was warm and with only the t-shirt I was wearing keeping me from feeling his fingers, I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.
When he got to my fingers, he laced his hands into mine and leaned his head into my neck. “Darlin’, as much as I want this, I need you to be sure, because once we start this we ain’t stoppin’.”
I could feel him tracing my left hand, particularly my ring finger. I knew what he was asking. I let my back lean against his chest. My eyes closed and I let myself forget about everything except Conner. “Don’t stop.” It was a whisper, but he heard me loud and clear. I knew because I felt him removing the ring from my finger and letting it fall to the floor. I heard it drop and hit the floor and felt weak in my knees with anticipation of what was coming.