Page 95 of Amnesia

She wasn’t any other girl, though. She was the only girl like her. Maybe, just maybe that’s why she was so hard to figure out.

Keeping my hands at my sides was sweet torture. The tips of my fingers hummed with desire and jerked with need. I remained steadfast in not moving, allowing her the time she wanted to explore as I knew she never had.

I felt her stare, so I opened mine and then watched her brown eyes watch me as she licked across my lips with one achingly slow pass.

“Mmm,” she hummed and then fit her mouth fully against mine.

I kissed her back because there was no way in hell I couldn’t. With a moan, I lifted her off her feet, spinning, and sitting her ass on the countertop behind us. Amnesia’s knees fell open, and I stepped between them. She didn’t stop kissing; her tongue grew bold and stroked along my teeth and wrapped around mine.

Pressing my hips into the lower cabinet, my cock freaking throbbed so hard it hurt. The pressure of pinning it between me and the cabinets was somewhat of a relief because it eased some of the worst throbbing.

Amnesia pulled back. Her lips made a slight sucking sound against mine as she did. I didn’t pull away. I was too tangled in her web. I’d stay exactly there until she either claimed me as her prey or let me go.

The tip of her pink tongue darted out, rubbed across her lower lip, and she smiled. I didn’t smile back, too heavy with desire.

Her eyes were dark, partly from longing and partly from the lack of light. With the window at her back, she sort of glowed before of me like an angel, sure as hell making me feel divine.

I didn’t even try to conceal the fact my eyes ate up her face and that she was literally the only thing in the room to me.

Another boom of thunder made her body tighten. Carefully, I reached out to smooth my palm over the front of her thigh. “It’s okay. It’s just a little rain.”

Amnesia glanced down to where I stroked her bare skin. Neither of us acknowledged the fact she was covered in goose bumps. Her hand lifted off the counter, and my hand paused. She reached past my arm and toward my waist where her fingers found the hem of my shirt.

I swallowed thickly, then tried to swallow again. My body stilled, so inert I didn’t even think my blood dared to flow. The second her fingers delved beneath the fabric and stroked over my side and up my back, I nearly slumped forward, unable to hold up my own weight.

Both my palms pressed flat on the countertop on either side of her hips, my head bowed toward my chest. Am’s hand explored the bare skin of my back, gliding along, tracing the line of my body.

When her other hand came around to join it, I sucked in a breath and prepared for another assault. But instead of more of what she was already doing, she lifted the shirt, gently tugging it upward.

Lifting my chin, I gazed at her, surprised. Her eyes met mine, hands tugging again. Shifting, I stood back and pulled the shirt over the back of my head and tossed it at my feet. Before I could lean back down, her palms hit my chest and brushed outward toward my biceps. My eyes drifted closed, and I submitted to her completely.

Her fingers discovered my chest and shoulders just as they had my back. When her thumbs brushed over my nipples, they hardened instantly, so much it was almost painful. Shifting, I pressed my lower half even harder against the cabinets as her hands travelled down my stomach.

I didn’t know how long she touched me, but it would never be long enough. After a while, she sighed, sat forward, and dropped her forehead onto my chest. Instantly, my arms went around her. The only sound I heard was the thundering of my own heart.

“I’ll drive you home,” I offered when I thought I might be able to speak normally.

Her back stiffened, and she lifted her head. “I don’t want to go.”

“What do you want, Am?” I asked, trailing a finger down the side of her face.

“I want to stay here tonight,” she said, her eyes sweeping over my naked torso.

Sweet Jesus, she was testing me tonight.

It took me a minute before I could reply. “I don’t think you’re ready for that.”

“Why?”

“Because you just remembered something about yourself. And I know you didn’t say it, but I can tell whatever memory led to your name wasn’t a good one.”

“It was pretty terrible,” she admitted, glancing away.

“Sex won’t make it any easier, baby,” I said gently, barely believing the words coming out of my mouth. God, I was insane. I wanted to have sex with her more than just about anything on this planet, but here I was saying no.

Dude.I must really be in love.

My dick was threatening to leap off my body.

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