Until Amy - Jessica Ames Page 0,14

us and I hand her the money. She rushes away, clearly sensing the argument brewing.

“Shane—”

“Just let me pay, babe. Ain’t going to kill you.”

Amy clamps her mouth shut and sighs. “Fine, thank you.”

I push up from my seat and she follows, shrugging back into her jacket. I help her get her arms in, brushing her hair off her neck as I do. She freezes and her eyes find mine as I skim my fingers over her skin. She feels soft, like silk and I want to touch her again, but I pull my hands away.

My eyes gravitate to her mouth as Amy turns back to me. Full, pouty with a perfect Cupid’s bow. I want to claim that mouth, make it mine, and I will before the night is out.

“Shouldn’t I be helping you?” she asks softly. “You’re the one with a cast.”

“Broken wrist ain’t going to slow me down, babe.”

I hold out my other hand to her and she hesitates for a second before slipping her hand into mine. She’s smaller, more delicate than I am and the urge to protect her is overwhelming.

Together, we leave the restaurant and head out to the car park area. “Where’re you parked, babe?” I ask.

She points to her sporty looking jeep on the far side of the lot. I want to chastise her for parking so far from the doors, for walking that far across a darkened parking area, but I hold my tongue, as much as it fucking pains me to do it.

“What about you? Where’re you parked?”

“I got a lift in with one of the prospects.”

“So… are they here to pick you up?” She peers around, as if expecting a car to appear out of the ether.

“I’ll call him once I’ve got you off safely.”

Her eyes snap to mine and her nose wrinkles. “I’m not going to leave you here alone.”

I can’t stop from grinning at her words. “Your concern for me is fucking adorable, babe, but I can take care of myself.”

“It doesn’t feel right to just abandon you here. I’ll give you a ride home.”

The idea of spending more time with her is an alluring one, so even though I don’t like the thought of her going out of her way, I find myself saying, “You sure?”

“Absolutely. That’s what friends do, right?”

I snort. If she thinks we’re just friends, she’s fucking delusional.

“Babe…”

“We are friends, aren’t we?”

I peer down at her, my eyes crawling over every inch of her face. She’s so fucking beautiful and I want her more than I’ve ever wanted any woman before. I dip my head and I press my mouth to hers. Her lips feel soft, warm, and fucking amazing. Amy stiffens for a moment before she melts against me. I want to roar my triumph, shout from the rooftops my success, but I keep moving my mouth over hers.

Her tongue moves to mine and I curl mine around hers, sucking it into my mouth. She tastes of the meal we’ve just eaten, sweet and delicious.

Her fingers come to my shoulders, digging into my skin as she uses me to brace herself. I relish the slight bite of pain that mixes with the overwhelming sense of pleasure that’s flooding my body.

My hands move to the back of her head, tangling in her thick locks of hair as I tug her closer, allowing me to deepen the kiss. Our tongues continue to dance over each other’s and I can feel my cock starting to wake up.

This kiss is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. My legs feel weak beneath me and I know hers do too, because she’s gripping my shoulders like I’m the only thing keeping her upright.

When I finally break the kiss, we’re both breathless. Her eyes are wide, shocked by what just happened, but I can see the happiness in them too.

I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. I want to take her home and love on her, but I don’t think she’s ready yet.

“Let’s get home, yeah?”

She nods. “Okay.”

I kiss her again, loving how her hands skim under my shirt to the skin on my back, and I know in that instant she’s going to be mine.

7

Amy

I kissed Shane. The man I was supposed to be going for a thank you dinner with, not the man I was supposed to be developing feelings for. During dinner, we got on so well, shared a lot of the same ideals. I was surprised as hell. I didn’t think we’d have anything in