All Amity Allows (Fall for You Book 2) by Michelle Irwin Read Free Book Online Page A

mind had noticed to pin him in place so, but it wasn’t being helpful by offering up what exactly that might be.
    Her breasts were barely tucked into her singlet top, which she wore despite the nip of winter that was beginning to invade the air. Her cleavage didn't exactly spill over the top of the material, the way it usually did on those beautiful phonies back in California. Instead, the lipstick pink material neatly framed her perfectly formed chest, allowing her to straddle the thin line between sexy and demure.
    Her jean-clad legs were shapely and long, rising up to what Drew was certain would be a pert ass if she just twisted a little more to the left to give him a better view.
    The overall effect was a little unsettling, in that it made Drew forget Becca’s existence for a precious few seconds as his blood flowed south at a rapid rate. The blonde laughed at something Kylie said. The action caused her chest to rise and fall in time with the melodic sound of her giggle, which was enough to stop Drew’s breath momentarily. His mouth dried out and he had to lower the clipboard in his hands to cover the prominent bulge rising in his trousers.
    With his eyes drawn to her so completely, it was impossible for him not to notice the natural bounce to her breasts and the fact that they lacked the artificial roundness that always seemed to accompany a boob job. Either her perfect chest was completely natural or her surgeon was fantastic.
    As she spoke to Kylie, he noted that while the stranger's lips were pouty, they didn't appear plumped up. She didn't have the fake, stunned look of someone injected with far too much Botox. In fact, she was so perfect it was almost unnerving. Like she'd stepped out of the photo-shopped pages of his mother’s fashion magazine. The sort of person who just didn’t exist in real life—except she was right there in front of him . . . living.
    She turned toward him, her cornflower-blue irises levelled at him as if he was exactly the person she was looking for. Then she smiled. Her soft pink lips parted slightly to show a row of pristine, white teeth. As if her grin was a signal to release the hold over him, Drew finally felt like he could breathe and move on his own again. It didn’t mean he could go anywhere in a hurry though, not until his blood had flowed back out of his favorite body part and resumed its normal pumping routine.
    Embarrassed to be caught staring, he averted his eyes before lifting the patient chart back up in front of him—hoping that the situation downstairs wasn’t too noticeable as long as he didn’t move—and pretending it was the most fascinating read ever. He didn’t dare look up again, or even breathe, until she’d walked past him. Relieved to have not been caught and confronted about his obvious staring—he supposed she was probably used to it—he lifted his eyes from the chart again, only to meet Becca’s gaze.
    He hadn’t heard her approach, but she must have followed in the blonde’s wake. The pity and compassion in the depth of her eyes was too much for him to bear. He wanted to turn and walk away. He didn’t need her to feel sorry for him. Even though ten minutes earlier, he’d wanted nothing more than to have her talk to him, he didn’t want it like this. It wasn’t enough for him to have her attention, he needed her love. There was nothing more that he wanted in that moment than for her to look at him the way she had done in the first few weeks after they first started dating.
    Back then, lust and desire filled her eyes. Every time her gaze wandered in his direction, she had looked at him like he was the only man in the world. The man she wanted more than anything else, not like he was some pathetic stray puppy.
    When she opened her mouth to say something, he narrowed his eyes at her to let her know her sympathy was misplaced before turning and stalking away without listening to whatever lies she wanted to spin.
     
    Amity had to admit that the