Page 32 of Finally Forever
This conversation turned sour fast. “Maybe we should talk about something else. You’re clearly upset—”
“Where?” he demands, and for some reason, his demand is a turn-on, too. I need help. “You can tell me or show me. I’m fine with either, though I suspect you’re not.”
He would be correct. Showing him before he lost his memory would be fun. Now…I’m not sure how to behave around him.
“Be specific.” He holds my gaze.
I swallow and remind myself this is my fiancé, even if he can’t remember. He loves me; somewhere inside, he does. He just forgot. “My breasts.” Like an idiot, I gesture to them with a circular motion. God. Isoneed help.
“What did I do to your breasts?”
“Why?” I pin him with a heated glare that has nothing to do with my arousal.
“I need specifics.”
“Why?”
“Doctors advice.”
“I doubt he meant that about a conversation like this.”
“Can you not remember?”
My jaw tightens. “I remember just fine. I’m not the one with issues.” I gasp and cover my mouth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”
“Yes, you did. You’re angry because I’m taunting you.”
I stand. “Is this a game to you? Do you like humiliating me?”
“Is that what I’m doing? I thought I was turning you on with mere words. It was…revealing.”
“Because you can read me and anyone, for that matter, like a book. It’s your thing. You and your father’s.” I want to suck the poisonous words back in the moment they’re out.
His body turns rigid, and his nostrils flare. “I hate my father.” He throws down his cloth napkin and stands, practically knocking over his chair.
“I know.” I make my voice tender. “I shouldn’t have said that. You’re nothing like him.”
He opens his mouth to say something but closes it, his lips pressed in a hard line.
I raise a hand to soothe him, then think better of it. “I don’t want to fight with you. I’m sorry. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. I’ll show you even.”
His gaze softens with a blink of confusion. “You’d show me.”
“Yes. I’ll do anything for you. And somewhere deep inside, you know that.”
He shakes his head, his jaw muscle ticking. “How the fuck did I end up with someone like you?” He stalks into the house, leaving me shredded.
A sob wracks my body. I don’t let it out. I can’t. This is not the man I know and love. I don’t know who this is, and I’m not sure I want to.
13
Sebastian
I march right into the primary bathroom, unzip my pants and work to relieve my raging hard-on. How can one little blonde get under my skin and turn me on at the same time? I haven’t been this aroused since…maybe ever.
Not even Marina with her vixen looks and sexual aggression in the bedroom had me this turned on. If I didn’t walk away, I was going to bury myself balls deep in either Ainsley’s sweet mouth or her tight pussy. I know both to be true, even though I don’t know how I know, because I can’t remember shit about her other than that damn dream, where she sat on my couch looking like a fucking fantasy. Golden hair, golden glittery skin, kissable—hell, fuckable—pouty lips.
Jesus. I didn’t see it or feel a shred of anything for her until after that dream and then on the terrace. The shy blush that crept up her cheeks was such a contrast to the arousal radiating from every inch of her body. I could practically smell it coming from her. Her every move showed how turned on she was, and it fueled my arousal.
