Page 79 of Play of Love
Chapter 17
Amy
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Icould no longer balance the battle that raged within me. My fears and worries of having feelings for Josh were losing fiercely to my heart. My heart screamed out for him in deafening cries that coursed through the blood in my veins.
I’d worried for so long that I could end up like my mother and end up wanting a man that could never be mine, that it scared me to take a chance on anyone I’d had feelings for.
I feared heartbreak more than anything because it destroyed my mother. Literally and figuratively.
I was scared, but my heart ached when I thought of being without him.
While I sat in his car waiting for him I thought about it all and I didn’t want to fight myself anymore. I’d never met anyone who’d made me want to take such a risk. Never met anyone who made me want to try.
He approached the car, opened the door, and got in. I turned my focus from the mass of leaves swaying from the willow tree in the park across from the stadium and looked into his seductive gaze.
When he reached out and touched my face I closed my eyes to savor the feeling and the moment.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded slowly and opened my eyes again.
“I’m sorry about my friends. The guys can be real jerks.” He looked concerned that the reaction of his teammates would have thrown me.
I answered him by moving closer and raising myself up to kiss him. The gesture surprised him but he kissed me back and pulled me over into his lap.
“Amy,” he breathed, saying my name on the edge of a smile. He tilted his head back to get a better look at me.
I opened my mouth to say something but found I was too overwhelmed by emotion to talk. Josh was so open with how he felt. He never held back on anything. And, he’d always been open about whatever he felt for me.
“I’m sorry,” I began.
“About what?”
“I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to ask me if something was wrong with you.”
He smiled and kissed my nose. “It’s okay.”
I shook my head. “No, I should have told you how I felt.”
“How do you feel, baby?”
“Like the only person who should be seeing you with your shirt off is me.” There, a joke would help. It was perhaps the most direct I’d ever been.
“Well, we’d better leave or the guys will have front row seats to the Amy and Josh R-rated show.”
I giggled and slipped off his lap. “We probably should, I don’t know how I’d feel about them seeing me in my favorite Victoria’s Secret lingerie.”
His eyes went wide and turned darker with pure sexual desire. “I’m sorry, what?”
I laughed as I watched his cheeks redden. “Oh I don’t think you know the brand,” I teased. I was certain he’d had many Victoria’s Secret models in his time, or women who loved the brand, but this was me. “They do really great lingerie. Mine has lace and ribbons.” This was funny. Watching his face was funny.
“Lace…and ribbons.” He swallowed hard.
I nodded.
“Let me see.”
