Forever Hers Walters, Ednah (best novels for teenagers .TXT) 📖

directions, crossing the street at a run, Sally close behind him. Amy got out of the car.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” One second she was standing free, looking into eyes brewing with storm, the next Eddie had hauled her into his arms. With her breasts pressed against his chest, she could hear his heart pounding hard. A moment passed before she reacted.

She gripped the back of his shirt and tugged. “Eddie. I’m fine. Really.”

His arms tightened around her. Amy sighed and let him chase away his demons. But soon the hardness of his body called to something feminine and primitive inside her. His arms were wrapped around her like steel, one hand pressing the gentle swell of her left breast and the other resting on the inner side of her hip. Her nipples hardened and tingled, her body curving around his. Her dress had ridden up and the tights and his jeans were no barrier for the powerful muscles flexing against her thigh.

Amy imagined his hands moving just a little bit until his long fingers trapped a nipple while the other one coasted lower and lower. To have those beautiful long fingers caressing her, stroking nerves that had been dormant for so long… A shudder rocked her body. As though he was an extension of her, he trembled too.

One second, delicious need pulsed between them; the next a blast of cold air replaced the warmth as he stepped back. Their gazes locked. The moment stretched, a vortex of desire and cravings swirling around them.

Silver flashed in his eyes, chasing away the heat and the tenderness. He towered over her with intimidating air. “Didn’t you hear me call your name?”

Amy shook her head, trying to switch back to normal. He did it with such ease. “My phone died, so I came to the car to use the charger. I had to turn on the car and I couldn’t hear you above the engine and the windows up.”

He looked at the car as though seeing it for the first time. “Whose car is this?”

“Lauren’s. She loaned it to me for tonight. Is Randal here?” Her gaze swung from him to Sally.

“I spoke to his mother,” Sally explained. “Apparently, he received a call earlier in the evening and locked himself in his bedroom. He refused to come to the phone.”

“Do you think Nolan’s guy got to him?” Amy asked.

“You are going home,” Eddie said in an authoritative voice.

His authoritative cop voice didn’t work for her, and Amy’s first instinct was to defy him. Then she saw beyond his harsh voice to the concern shimmering in his eyes. He was a natural-born protector. No wonder he joined the force. “I am, but that doesn’t answer my question.”

“Now, Amy.”

“Yes, Eddie,” she said softly and smiled.

His gaze studied her lips as though something about her smile bugged him. His eyes locked with hers. “Why are you agreeing with me?”

Amy shrugged. “Because I want to go home.”

His eyes narrowed. “Are Raelynn and Lauren okay?”

“Yes. I just spoke with them.”

“You never agree with me on anything.”

Amy threw up her hands. He was looking for a fight. “That’s because you’re unreasonable and anal.”

“Me? You are the one who turns every conversation into a colossal argument.”

“But I just agreed with you this time,” she reminded him, her voice soft and soothing. Instead of calming him, it seemed to have an opposite effect on him. He scrubbed his face. “I promised Raelynn I’d read to her before she goes to bed, so yes I’m going home. Are you two heading to Randal’s, Sally?”

Eddie followed her glance, surprise flickering on his eyes as though he’d forgotten the policewoman was with them.

Sally nodded. “I got this, detective. Follow Ms. Kincaid home. With Reither on the loose, there’s no telling where he might pop up. I’ll give you a call as soon as I’m done with Randal.”

Eddie nodded. “Thanks, Sally.”

“No problem.” Sally glanced at Amy. “Take care, Ms. Kincaid.”

“You too, and please call me Amy.”

The police woman nodded and waved, then headed toward her squad car. Amy turned her attention to Eddie. Whatever control he’d lost earlier was firmly under his will. His eyes were frosty, all traces of warmth gone. A chill crawled under Amy’s skin and she shuddered.

“You’re cold,” he said.

“I’ll crank up the heat once I get inside the car. Do I follow you or you me?”

“I’ll follow you.”

“I need to fill up the tank first.”

He nodded, waited until she was inside the car before going to his. He was an impossible man to figure out. One moment he’d acted like a man who cared about her, then next like he treated her like a stranger. Maybe that was the cop in him—available when you need him then off to the next case. Efficient, but impersonal. Like Nolan.

Nolan had blown hot and cold too. Faked concerned for her then became controlling. No, she wasn’t doing this again. It was time she stopped comparing every man she met with Nolan.

Amy waited until Eddie fired the engine then she pulled out of her parking spot. From the moment she’d worn the red dress, she’d stopped being rational. Somehow, she’d gotten fixated on wowing Eddie without thoughts of an endgame. She didn’t really want him. He just happened to be the only man around when her hormones went into hyper drive.

What did she really want? An affair? She didn’t think so. She wanted a relationship. To be desired and needed by someone who appreciated her. To be loved. You’d think Nolan would have killed that need inside her. Instead, she was more determined than ever to find it. Her parents had that kind of love. They finished each other’s sentences, knew what the other was thinking before he or she voiced it. They might have sucked as parents, but Amy couldn’t deny their steadfast love for each other.

Eddie stayed in his car as she filled up the tank though she was aware of his eyes on her. Why did he have to be a cop?