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I take her slow, but hard… tender, but deep. She’s gripping my cock tighter and tighter, and I feel a gentle quivering right at her core. She tenses, and I know she’s about to come. I also know I won’t be able to hold back, and as she thrashes against me, arching her back, breathing fast, climbing to the precipice, I swivel my hips into her.

“Now, baby… please.”

She clamps around me, her nails digging into my arms as she throws back her head, letting out a low moan that builds and builds to the crescendo of a scream, and I thrust into her one last time, howling out her name and losing what’s left of my mind as I fill her with everything I’ve got.

She’s rolling beneath me, her body rising and then falling again, as her orgasm slowly subsides. “Please…” she whimpers. “Please don’t stop, Drew.” There’s no way I’m ever going to stop. I’m still hard and I need to move again. I need more, too.

I lower myself down, resting my forehead against hers as I plunge deep inside her, letting her know this isn’t over. This will never be over. “I can’t stop,” I murmur, dusting my lips across hers. I lower my hand behind her, resting it on her ass, and Ilift her off of the bed, just slightly. That changes the angle, and within moments, she tips over the edge once more.

I’m nowhere near coming again, and I gaze down at her perfect face, a picture of ecstasy as her body writhes into mine, stretching and contracting, her eyes closed tight, her lips moving, even though this time, there’s no sound coming from them. She’s saying something, and I need to know what it is. I bend my head a little closer to hers, so my ear is right beside her lips, and I know I’ve truly lost my mind when I hear her whisper, “I love you, Drew. I’ve always loved you…”

Chapter Nine

Josie

Drew stops moving.

He can’t have heard me, can he?

I whispered my love for him, so very quietly… how can he have heard?

I hope to God he didn’t, because I’ve just stupidly said I’ve always loved him, and even if that’s true, it’s bound to raise questions I can’t answer.

It’s bound to complicate things.

I meant to wait until he got his memory back. That’s why I didn’t respond when he said he loved me… even though I wanted to. Those were the words I’ve waited to hear for so long, and I was desperate to tell him I feel exactly the same way. Except it felt wrong to say it when he doesn’t know who he is… or who I am, or that we have a history of sorts.

Why am I worrying about that, though?

I didn’t intend making love with him either… and yet, we just have.

And it felt so good.

Too good not to want to do it again… and again… and again.

Except he’s stopped.

I flex my hips up into his, but he pulls back… not all the way out of me, but enough to let me know he’s in control of whathappens next, and I open my eyes, gazing up into his puzzled face.

“You just said you love me.”

Damn. He heard.

“Yes.” I can’t lie to him now… not about this. I’m lying about everything else, but in this I have to be honest.

He lowers himself down so his body is resting against mine. Not his entire weight, just his body. I can feel his skin against mine, thigh to thigh, hip to hip, breast to chest. He brushes a hair from my cheek, tucking it behind my ear.

“Tell me you meant it,” he says. “Tell me it wasn’t just a heat of the moment thing.”

I still can’t lie. “I meant it.”

He blinks, his eyes sparkling, as he sucks in a stuttered breath. “Y—You love me?”

“Yes.”

“You just said you’ve always loved me… but we’ve only known each other for a few days, so how can that be?”

What am I supposed to say now? I can’t tell him we’ve known each other for a lot longer…

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