Page 56 of Shape Of My Heart
“Yes,” she barely managed the reply. On her word, he slid the straps of her top down, revealing her bra. He moved her back into the sofa so she was resting against its padded back, then with one quick snap he undid the butterfly clasp holding her bra together and eased the lacy cupaside.
She watched his desire for her intensify as her breastsspilledout.
“God, baby, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, sexual heat heavy in hisvoice.
She went to answer but found herself unable to as his lips smoothed over her left nipple with tantalizing possessiveness. Her breast surged at the intimacy of his touch as he drew her into his mouth. A groan of satisfaction slipped from her lips, begging him to continue, and continue he did to her otherbreast.
The gentle massage of his tongue sent currents of desire through her, making her want more. His hands moved down the length of her back, over her skirt, and crept back up her thighs. Instinctively her body arched into him and moved back as he released her, allowing him to follow her as shelaydown.
Their lips met again and her skin burned where his touched hers. His untamed touch awakened the woman in her, igniting something she didn’t knowexisted.
“Beautiful Amy,” he whispered into her ear as he hooked his finger into the lace of her panties and tugged on the edge to slidethemdown.
Her stomach clenched as his body crowded hers and he was so close she could feel the hard bulge of his arousal. She gasped for air as he ran his hands across the already heated skin of her stomach and tried to remove herclothes.
But just then the house phone started ringing. At first she thought she imagined it, but as it sounded she realized it was real. It chimed into the haze of their passion, bringing her out of her lust-filled,intoxicatedmind.
Josh stopped in his tracks and looked over to the phone on the side table. A solemn expression filled his face as he gazed ahead and turned pale as the answering machine clicked on and the voice of his fathercameon.
“Hey son.” His voice sounded frail. She didn’t know him but she recognized a pained voice when she heard it. “Just seeing how you are. It would be nice to see you. I just want to see you. Call me if you wanttotalk.”
Josh moved off her. Desire still pounded through her veins but she was hoping he’d go over to the phone. He didn’t. He just sat there staring ahead and allowed the phone toswitchoff.
She fixed herself, putting her bra back together and adjusting her top back to howitwas.
“Josh.”
His eyes darkened with emotion as he looked at her. She slid over to him and rested her hands on the wide muscles of hisshoulder.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. My dad, um…” He looked away, unable tofinish.
“It’sokay.”
“No, it’s not. You have no idea how badly I want you.” His eyes locked on hers and she felt like he was staring right through all the barriers of protection she’d placed around herheart.
She couldn’t help the emotion that swirled through her as she said, “I want you too. But we should take thingsslowly.”
They needed to, because she felt like her head was going to explode, and she had a lot of things to get around her poor head before she even contemplated venturing down this roadwithhim.
“You’re not sure about me.” Hurt added to the pain inhiseyes.
“It’s not that.” It definitely wasn’t that. There wasn’t a question in her mind as to how sure she was about him, and that was the worrying part. It was like her heart could skip over everything she needed to consider and jump to the part where she wanted to give into that carnal desire she hadforhim.
“Then whatisit?”
“It’s new.” That was the best explanation she could come up with, and it was the truth. Being with him was new to her. Not only had she never been with a man with such a strong personality like him, but he was a star athlete who everyone knew. Men wanted to be him and women came in multitudes to fall at his feet, begging him to take them. There was a reason why all those magazineswantedhim.
He continued to gaze at her, looking at her like he didn’tunderstand.
“It’s new, and you’re you, andI’mme.”
“What’s wrong with that?” His eyessearchedhers.
There was everything wrong with it but she couldn’t say that to him. She wouldn’t hurt him more than helooked.
She’d done such a great job at avoiding feeling like this. Feeling her heart respond to someone who she had no control over. Feeling her pulse leap every time he lookedather.
There was too much going on to deal with thisrightnow.
