Page 43 of Desire Me
He trailed his hand along her cheek, down the curve of her smooth neck, but didn’t let himself go any farther. “I don’t want to. I miss you”—and how that was possible when they’d only been together one night, he didn’t know—“but you don’t remember me. Us.”
“Does it matter?” She glanced down, and her hand landed on his chest, right over the crucifix. “Amnesia doesn’t change the past. I must have wanted you then; I want you now. Does it matter if I don’t remember us yet?”
“I— Last night I thought it did.” He found himself stroking her back as he thought that through. “I guess I don’t want you to regret anything when you do get your memory back.”
“If.”
He clenched the hand at the side of her neck. “When,” he asserted. “You are already remembering things. They’ll start to become fixed in your mind, and more memories will come. You’ll remember us, Rae.” What he’d do when that happened, he had no idea. With a suddenness that took his breath, he realized this might be the only time he had with her, all he could get—and he didn’t want to miss a moment of it.
Using his grip, he tugged her closer, closer, his mouth watering and cock hardening in anticipation of her kiss. And then their lips met, opened. Tongues touched. Coffee and flames, everything he’d ever wanted.
He was lost.
Rae broke from his hold long enough to shift around, her knees wedging in on either side of his thighs, her pelvis meeting his, her breasts soft against his chest. Her long hair fell forward to cocoon them together, and her hands gripped his jaw, caging him. This time she kissed him, taking over his world in the best possible way.
“Rae,” he groaned into her mouth. Her pussy lined up with his cock in absolute perfection, just like it had that first night. He couldn’t help grabbing handfuls of her ass and rocking her against him as they kissed, his tongue pushing into her mouth exactly like his dick wanted to push inside her body. No, not just wanted—any chain holding him back was gone and he was ravenous to fuck her again. When Rae sat up on his lap, forcing their bodies tight against each other, he had to bite his lip hard to stave off an orgasm.
He was chanting her name, he realized, or maybe panting was a better word for it. Rae smiled down at him, her reserve melted away, and he knew he’d do just about anything to see that expression on her face every day—joy, pleasure. Happiness. When she started unfastening the buttons of her shirt, he thought for sure he’d swallow his tongue.
“Christ, yes, beautiful,” he said, voice hoarse, as the triangle of fabric at her neck gaped wider and longer, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin, the deep vee between the full globes of her breasts. “That’s it. Show me, Rae. Let me see you.”
She undid the final button. “You’re a talker.” She sounded surprised. And aroused.
“Hell yes, I am. I want you to know exactly what I want,” he told her. “I want you to know exactly how I see you.”
She gripped the sides of her shirt and slowly parted them to reveal her lace-covered breasts. “How do you see me now, Saint?”
Thick nipples pushed against the holes of the lace as if begging him to release them. He swallowed hard. “I see a woman I want to devour.”
A flush started at Rae’s breastbone and swept upward. “I want that too.”
He reached for the front clasp of her bra, bucked his cock against Rae’s slit. “Are you sure?” he croaked.Please say yes.
Rae pushed her knees as far outward as they could go within the confines of the chair, and his stiff shaft sank deeper between the lips protecting her opening. Without the sweats he wore and her yoga pants, he’d be hilted inside her already. The thought made his eyes cross.
Then, just to make it explicit, he heard her whisper, “Yes.”
A single flick opened her bra. The sides slid back, catching on those beautiful nipples. Rae hissed.
His fingers shook as he pulled the material out of his way. “So beautiful,” he moaned. With just his thumbs, he stroked the hard peaks. His cock jumped when her head fell back and she moaned. “So responsive.” Light pinches. He stared, mesmerized, as her nipples darkened from his touch and she began to rock faster on top of him. “So good, Rae.”
“If they look so good, stop looking and get your mouth on them before I die.”
He grinned. With one hand he continued to pinch and tug and roll her flesh, but the other… He groaned as his lips circled the tip of her breast and drew it into his mouth with a hard suck.
Rae screamed.
God, she was so sensitive. He nursed at her, the plump flesh and taut peak perfect in his mouth. His grip on her hip encouraged her to move faster, push down harder. Her breath kicked up, and she hissed when his teeth scraped her sensitive nub. “Saint.” Her voice sounded drugged. Her fingers dug into his hair, gripped him hard, even as she arched her back to shove her breast farther into his mouth. “Saint!”
Come on, cariño. Come for me.Another bite, a hard twist of her other nipple.
“Saint!” she sobbed.
He popped off her breast. “Come, Rae,” he commanded, switching sides. At the first suck, she started to shake.
And the alarm for the front gate sounded.
The beep was as loud as a siren breaking through the harshness of their breaths. Rae squeezed his head between her hands, his legs between her thighs, and cried out, the sound half rising ecstasy and half frustration.
