Free Small Town Secret: Mayfield Springs Book 1 by Carrie Curtis

bed.  
    "I'm sorry I broke your heart," I said as I sat down tentatively on the edge of the bed. "I never meant to. I was young and confused and just a real asshole, I'm sorry."
    Amy turned her head towards me from the pillow. "You cheated on your wife with me, and then you just left without saying a word. You got the hell out of Mayfield Springs and went back to LA without even so much as a goodbye. I've never had a relationship since being with you. I've never been able to trust anyone. You took that away from me. I'll never give my heart to anyone. It belongs to Bella now," she sniffed.  
    "But do you know what's worse?" she looked me dead in the eye and simmering beneath the anger I could see glimpses of a sultry look I recognized from way back. "There are moments when I'm still crazy about you even though you did those things to me."
    I touched her arm, and she didn't recoil. Maybe things might work out.  
    "Amy," I said gently. "There's never been anyone else but you. Of all the women I've ever met, it's only been you that I've held in my heart."
    I held her face and brought it close to me, close enough so that I could almost taste her breath as it lingered in front of me.  
    "I want you so much," I whispered. "I'd do anything just to feel your body up close to mine."
    She pulled away once again, but I could tell there was less anger in her movements now.
    She looked down at her hands. "Chris," she said. "I want you too, more than you can imagine. But I can't fall in love with you again and have you walk out on me. I can't do it."
    "I won't. I promise," I said pulling her towards me. I could feel her resistance softening further.
    "Amy," I whispered into her hair. She looked up at me, her deep brown eyes filled with longing and I felt an inescapable physical pull towards her. I wasn't going to hold back my desire any longer, and I was now sure she was feeling the same way.  

CHAPTER 12

    AMY

    I felt so conflicted. One minute I was furious and I knew that I deserved to be.
    The little, more rational part of my brain was telling me to kick him to the curb, but the bigger, more emotional part was telling me to make passionate love to this gorgeous man and put all of my feelings of the past behind me. I was alive and on fire, with feelings and desires I'd not felt since the last time I saw him. When he whispered my name into my hair, sending tingles down my neck, through my spine and to the deepest part of me, I couldn't hold back any longer. I leaned in and kissed him, my hands pulling at his clothes and my legs tangling around his back.  
    He responded passionately, pushing me down onto the bed with his hands all over me. I felt him squeeze my breasts, and I moaned in pleasure. I'd not been touched by a man in so long; I'd forgotten how good it could feel.  
    I opened my legs wide, and he slid his hands down my thighs. He was breathing heavily with beads of sweat forming at his temples.  
    "I could never say no to you," I cried. "You're just so bad for me Chris Taylor..."
    I pulled him closer to me, and he groaned as our bodies pushed up against each other. He tore my dress from my shoulders to reveal my breasts.  
    "Oh God Amy. You're even more beautiful than I remember," he panted as he pulled off his jacket.  
    As he moved to his shirt buttons and began to undo them one by one, I thought I would explode in anticipation, I was so desperate to see his body. When he slid his shirt off, I lunged at him, running my hands over his muscles with my mouth feeling every part of him.  
    "You're gorgeous," I whispered in between kisses.  
    As we pulled off the last of our clothes, goose bumps rose on our bodies. With the temperature dropping outside and with no money to put the heat on, the bedroom was less than cozy. But we created our own heat and pulled the blankets up over our heads. Holding each other close, we tried to take it slowly, kissing sweetly as we felt the warmth and smoothness of one another's skin.