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

you can either take off or if you can, kick or knee him in the balls before running and calling the police. Try it.”

“Kneeing you?”

He chuckled and dimples flashed. “No, bucking me off.”

He was a big, gorgeous guy and their position was intimate, and he’d been issuing instructions in his wicked, sexy voice yet she felt nothing. No humming of her senses. No adrenaline rush or palpitation of her heart. No burning need to lean back and seek his warmth, which meant her hormones acted like sorority girls at a frat party when she was around one man—Eddie Fitzgerald. Not wanting to dwell on it, she focused on Vince.

She actually managed to shove him off her. Not far enough but still, it was something. She tried it again and again. They were laughing at her pathetic attempts when the door opened.

“What the hell is going on out here?” Eddie snarled.

CHAPTER 11

Amy’s gaze connected with Eddie’s and her mouth went dry. Gray eyes burned with fury. Did he think…? What the hell was his problem?

“You’ll get better, Amy,” Vince said, getting to his feet then pulling her up. “Keep practicing. You are an idiot, Fitzgerald,” he added as he walked past Eddie.

Amy didn’t hesitate. She marched over to where he stood. “What did you think we were doing?”

His jaws clenched. “He was all over you.”

“Training, you jackass. At least he didn’t act like I was a leper the way you’ve been doing the last few days.” She moved closer, her chest almost touching his. “And why would you care if he were ‘all over me’ as you put it?”

“He’s a married man.”

“So? According to you, they get bored with their nagging wives and have mistresses. He likes me, and I think he’s funny and gorgeous. So if I want to flirt with him, there’s nothing,” she poked his chest, “you can,” poked him again, “do about it.”

One second she was in his face, the next he had pulled her into his arms. Her softness met hot, hard body, thighs like steel. A low growl rumbled through his chest and her body responded, shuddering as though a live wire ran through her core. His erection rose and pressed against her stomach. She stopped breathing.

“You drive me crazy,” he snarled.

She gulped, air rushing into her lungs, but her eyes didn’t leave his. There was so much frustration on his face, but she didn’t back down. “What do you want from me, Eddie?”

“Nothing,” he ground out. Then he kissed her, contradicting his words.

The kiss was fierce, meant to punish. But as soon his tongue thrust inside her mouth and met hers, the kiss became gentle. Worshipping and soothing.

Amy responded, a moan escaping her. She pressed against him, reveling in the hard length of his body. Her breasts grew heavy, nipples tightening and begging for his touch. He reached down and cupped her breast, playing with the tight nubs. She gasped as sensations rocked her body.

Maybe it was her sharp inhale or something else, but his head whipped away from hers. For a moment, his gaze caressed her face as though memorizing her features, then his face hardened.

“I’m not going to apologize,” he said.

“I don’t recall asking for an apology.” She stepped away from him, her legs almost giving out from underneath her. “When you ask for nothing, Fitzgerald, that’s exactly what you get. Remember that.”

With her head held high, Amy entered the house, walked to her bedroom then dropped on her bed and curled up. Tears rushed to her eyes and flowed down to her pillow. She was so screwed. No, she was beyond screwed. Like a runaway train, she was falling in love with Eddie Fitzgerald and there were no speed bumps or emergency breaks to stop her.

The more she learned about him, the more she found to admire, yet he’d been honest about what he wanted. No love. No relationships. Nothing long term. She was selfish enough to want everything from him.

How the hell was she supposed to deal with him? Ignoring him wouldn’t work. The sensual energy he exuded drew her to him whenever he entered a room. Leaving was out of the question, not with Nolan out there. She was also too broke to afford an apartment. Where did that leave her?

Amy worked through her dilemma. The solution was so simple she wondered why she hadn’t reached it. All she had to do was keep her distance and treat Eddie as she would any other guest. After all it was only for two weeks. She’d cook, clean and be the perfect housekeeper. She would pretend he was just like any other member of the Fitzgerald family.

Swiping at the wetness on her cheeks, Amy picked up her cell phone. It was time to deal with something she’d put off for days. She closed the door connecting her bedroom to Raelynn’s then locked herself in the bathroom. Her heart pounding, she searched the contacts for her mother’s cell number then she hesitated, her thumb hovering over the ‘send’ button.

Ever since she told Eddie she planned to call home, she’d tried to call her parents only to chicken out the last minute. Her parents’ past behavior often clouded her judgment. Her only hope was they’d listen to her this time.

She pressed ‘send’ button, then brought the phone to her ear and waited.

“Yes,” her mother said impatiently.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Amy? Amy! Sweetheart, where have you been? We’ve been worried sick. Please, tell us where you are, so we can come and get you.”

Fresh tears rushed into Amy’s eyes. “Don’t worry about us, Mom. I just wanted to tell you that we are doing fine. Raelynn misses you guys. I’ll bring her to see you when all this is over.”

“When what’s over? You’re scaring me, Amy. Where are you? You shouldn’t be in hiding with a child. We miss you.”

“I’ve got to go now, Mom.” Amy tried to wipe the tears but they were falling faster. It was nice to hear her