“Was she the spender in your life?”
I chuckled, but it was full of regret. “Yeah. Just about bankrupted us. After the divorce, she kept spending and eventually shedidgo bankrupt. She’s a good woman, but she can’t control herself when it comes to shopping. I think I developed a knee-jerk reaction to that. If you have fifty pairs of shoes in your closet, you should tell me now so I can run screaming.”
Amy got a playful glint in her eye. “I’d be willing to dump a few pairs of shoes for you. You’d beworthit.”
“Even those pink cowgirl boots?” I’d pursued her despite them. But they were weighing heavily on the back of my mind. They could be a sign of hidden terrors lurking in her closet.
She shook her head. “They’re not mine. They belong to Dee. She let me borrow them last night.”
I laughed at that. “So you’re not a huge spender?”
“You want to know what I am? I’m the female equivalent of you. I can’t stand wasting money. You’re looking at a woman who will literally stand in the frozen aisle debating whether Ishould get a tub of ice cream or not. I think it’s a result of growing up poor. It makes me feel better to have money in a savings account.”
“It’s settled then,” I joked. “We’re a match. Let’s go get married.”
She gave me a devious grin. “It’s a good thing you’re open to that because I’ll need a ring on my finger before Ievercommit to retiring the Boinkacorn.”
Was it possible that Amy could be so perfect? And she sounded so accepting of Talia.
Having my hands on her while she was naked in the tub was proving to be my breaking point.
“You want me to start showing you why you should replace that thing with a real man?”
I’d been massaging her shoulders for a while, and I let my hands drift, one slipping down her back, the other grazing her arm.
The temperature between us heated up, and she dropped the arm that had been covering her breasts, revealing them fully to me.
No more stolen glimpses. They were on display for me now.
Her pink nipples were tight and budded into cute perky points despite the warm water, and I instantly knew she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.
“Dawson?” she asked as her cheeks flushed with heat.
That question said everything I needed to hear.
I took the invitation, drifting my hand lower while she sucked in a needy breath. I kept exploring until my hand landed between her thighs. That’s when I found her gorgeous slit. I rubbed her with my thumb as she let out a tiny gasp and spread her legs as best she could in the tub.
The circles I traced around her clit had her moaning and pulsing her hips within seconds.
Amy Allen was inheatfor me.
And that was a good thing because I had a lot of pent-up hunger. And she was going to be the lucky recipient of it all.
After a few minutes she gasped, and I knew she was getting close. So I slipped one of my thick fingers into her cunt and pumped.
Amy came fast for me, trembling around my finger.
She’d obviously needed a man’s touch and not that piece of silicone in her dresser drawer, because her pussy clenched around my touch, refusing to let me go. She moaned out her release, a tiny cry escaping into the bathroom as she crested and came back down to earth.
I let out a satisfied chuckle as I watched her come undone for me.
After a minute, she opened her eyes and looked up at me as if her Romeo had finally walked through the door of her life.
What we’d just done had been intimate, a line crossed. We were no longer two strangers. Now we were Amy and Dawson, only one step away from being a couple.
Gently, I said, “Let’s get you out of there before your arm goes numb.” She’d been holding her cast up out of the water the whole time. “Wrap your good arm around my neck.”
I kneeled down in front of her, and she did as I asked. Then I grasped her by the waist and lifted her gently out of the tub.
