Page 98 of Promise Me

“Promise me that if your memory ever comes back, this will be the version of us you keep.”

She pulls back, her hands still cupping my face. Her eyes peer into mine as if she’s trying to read everything going on inside my head right now.

As if she can understand everything with one look, she kisses me softly.

“I promise.”

My hands drop to grip her hips. She lets out the sexiest squeak as I jerk her closer to me.

I want her as close as she can be, and on her next breath, I crash her lips to mine.

Everything about Sadie surrounds me. Her soft skin under my fingertips, her lavender scent, the way her mouth tastes sweet like the wine she switched to downstairs, and the way her mouth feels against mine as if it was made for me.

I slip my tongue through our lips to tangle with hers, and at my touch, she throws her arms around my neck. I use this new angle to grip behind her thighs and lift her until her legs wrap around me as I walk us back to the bedroom.

Last night in the kitchen was just the beginning. This, tonight, there will be no coming back from it.

When we do this, this is it for us. I don’t need to be with her to know that this woman is it for me.

I step through the doorway, her hands gripping my hair and tugging on it the way she did when my face was happily snacking between her legs. My cock grows to life, more so than when she wrapped her legs around me. She tries to pull me with her as I lay her on the bed, but I unlock her hands from around my neck, and then I step back.

She’s glowing.

The smile on her face is brighter than I’ve ever seen, and her gaze, the way she drinks me in from head to toe, makes me jerk my belt off in one swift motion and unzip my jeans to free my erection that keeps swelling under her look.

I can’t wait to make her mine.

“Take your shirt off,” I tell her, reaching into my briefs and gripping myself. I pull my dick out and love how she watches the way I stroke it.

She opens her mouth to say something, but as soon as she sets her sights on the way my thumb rolls over the head, she nods and does as she’s told.

“Good girl,” I say as she looks at me, obediently waiting for her next order.

“Now, climb onto your knees and sit on the edge of the bed.”

Again, there is no objection.

I take a step toward her, my hand continuing to move up and down my length.

“Do you want this?”

She nods.

“I need to hear you say it. Do you want this?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

A naughty gaze floats up to mine as she smirks. “In my mouth, between my legs, anywhere you want me totakeit.”

I choke on my next breath, which only causes her to grin wickedly.

“If you can talk dirty, so can I,” she says.

She bites her lips, reaching for the button on her jean shorts.

“Ah, ah, I didn’t say you take those off yet.”

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