Page 163 of Resurfaced Passion
Slamming his eyes shut he called out her name from the doorway. “Bug?”
“Why do you have your eyes closed?” She was amused. Another good sign.
Navigating into the room he closed the door behind him, still looking at the insides of his eyelids. “I remember clearly the rules you said we had to follow, bug. Seeing the bride in her dress before you came to me at the alter was a big fucking no. What’s going on? If you’re having second thoughts, then prepare to be fucked in that dress I know you’re look fucking stunning in.”
“Nothing is wrong. I missed you, wanted to see you. I was so lonely last night.”
He fucking knew it.When he grunted his disgruntled noise she giggled and the last piece of stress he carried in his shoulders drifted away.
He held out a hand. “Come here to your man.” Her hand came immediately, tucked gently into his fingers, and he pulled her the rest of the way. He felt lace and a lot of fucking dress up against him before he finally got to hold his girl.
“You look so handsome,” she sighed dreamily, and Reaper had to fight really hard not to open his eyes and look at her. He was so hungry for her face and her smile. “You might be sexy as all hell in your biker clothes, but god, Reaper, you areso handsomein a suit and your hair free like that.”
“I’ll keep the threads on later when I fuck you.”
He was classy to the last. Truthful too.
Having spent a night away from her and the way she crawled over him to get at his dick on any given night, he felt like he hadn’t tasted the sweet between her legs in months instead of hours.
He was about to suggest they have a quickie before their wedding when she said. “I remembered something…”
His heart stopped and then restarted, dropping his head he pressed their foreheads together while he cupped each side of her face. “Paige…tell me, baby.”
“I’ve been having feelings lately, like déjà vu of our first apartment you described to me and this morning I woke up remembering the feel of sand between my toes. I remembered some of our other wedding, Reaper.” Hearing the smile in her voice it shot adrenalin straight to his heart. Fuck it if she was wearing lipstick cause he was about to kiss it off. He crushed her lips, swallowed her gasp and kissed her savagely.
“God, I fucking love you, bug.”
“I love you more.” She smiled into his lips.
They’d been to see the top neurology specialist in Denver twice already and he was confident over time and with therapy, which Paige was now receiving a couple times a month, that her lost years would return. It wasn’t only Paige who needed to talk to someone, Reaper was man enough to realize he’d kept a lot of shit bottled up. They’d started marriage counseling too and it was bringing them closer together more than ever before.
Did it matter in the grand scheme of things if she didn’t remember the first five years of their life together when they had the next sixty ahead?
For Paige she’d say absolutely, she wanted all her memories back.
It was a mixed bag of emotion for Reaper—sure, he wanted her to remember how they met and fell in love the first time, but he didn’t want his wife to remember what Sony did to her and the pain of losing their baby all over again.
Her therapy helped and she’d grieved over the past few months in her own way, but to have that recollection back?
He wasn’t sure he wanted that for her.
They had each other now today, he could live with her not knowing what came before.
“You’d better get out there because I think we’re already late.” She said, nuzzling his chest. Reaper curled a hand around her neck, gave her one last kiss and turned, only then opening his eyes so he didn’t smash his face into the door.
“I love you, Paige. I’ve always, always loved you.”
“And I’ll always love you,” she told him. “No matter what. Today, tomorrow, yesterday, you’re it for me.”
His whole chest inflated, and he smiled to himself as he walked back towards the tent.
For a man who’d lived the last few years on the outskirts of life like a ghost, he was suddenly air-dropped into the center of attention and he wasn’t sure how he felt about accepting so many back slaps.
But the minute she walked into view; Reaper didn’t exist.
His heart was toast and he was sure he felt the back of his eyes tickling because his girl…
His fucking girlwas a vision levitating towards him.
