Page 155 of Mistaken Intention

I leaned up, resting my hands on his chest, and looked down at him.

“I’m all yours. Remember? I was a virgin before we…”

“I know. My first.”

“Really?” I couldn’t help smiling. “You’d never slept with a virgin before?”

“No.”

“Are there any other firsts?” I asked, feeling nervous again and dreading that he’d say ‘no’, and burst my bubble.

“Yes.” I almost giggled with relief. “Most important, I guess… I’ve never made love with anyone I’ve actually loved before.”

“That’s good to know.”

He smiled. “Hmm… I thought so.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah. I’ve never brought anyone else here before… not that I really brought you here, but you know what I mean.”

“I do,” I whispered, smiling.

“Also, I’ve never had sex standing up…”

“Seriously?”

He shook his head. “You didn’t let me finish. What I was gonna say was I’ve never had sex standing up in the way we do. In the past, with other women, it’s always just been a matter of convenience, or something to do for a change of scenery, but with you, it’s so much more. It’s the way you cling to me when I hold you in my arms, the look in your eyes when you give yourself to me.” He let out a sigh. “I’ve never done that with anyone else.”

I shuddered, recalling how good that felt. We didn’t save it for the shower, either. Not any more. Drew had taken me thatway in the kitchen, the living room and the bedroom… oh, and the dressing room. I’d almost forgotten that…

“Why not?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I guess it’s about trust again. It’s about you trusting me not to hurt you… like this.” He circled his finger over my anus.

“You mean…?”

He nodded his head. “It was just like I thought… I’ve never touched anyone there before.” He gazed into my eyes, and I stuttered out a breath as he flexed his hips upward, going deeper inside me.

“Do you want to do more than touch?” I asked.

He paused, gazing into my eyes, and then closed his for a second before he breathed out, “Oh, fuck… yeah.”

He pulled me closer, kissing me hard, and then rolled us over so I was on my back. I stared up at him, biting on my bottom lip. “Y—You will go easy, won’t you?”

He bent his head, nibbling at my lip to free it, and then rested his forehead against mine. “You know I will… at least until you’re begging me for more.”

I giggled, and then he kissed me again, and spent the next two hours showing me what it’s like to have everything.

And oh, so much more.

“I’d know that smell anywhere,” Drew says as we enter the main house through the kitchen doors. I’m holding Maisie and he closes the door behind us, keeping out the December chill. “It’s Pat’s beef chili.”

She smiles over at him, her eyes misting slightly. Drew and I might be used to the fact that his memory has completely returned, but the rest of the family are still getting used to it.

“It’s still got an hour or so to go,” she says, putting the lid back on the pan and resting the spoon beside it. “Everyone’s in the den. I’ll join you in a minute.”

He nods his head, smiling at her, and we wander through the house, into the lobby, and through to the ‘den’ as Pat calls it. To me, it’s too tidy to be a ‘den’, but when you have two living rooms, you need to differentiate, I guess.

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