Page 41 of Finally Forever
“You were about to say something but stopped. Say it.”
“It…never mind.”
He turns to me, those brown-blue eyes holding mine, a hint of amusement shining within. “Tell me.”
I clear my throat and hold my mug with both hands, as if it’s a source of strength. “I was thinking if familiar things have the best chance at helping you remember, maybe you should familiarize yourself with me.”
His eyes narrow, intrigue replacing the amusement. “Are you offering your mind or your body?”
“Both.”
He lets out a breath and wipes his mouth, a wolfish grin tilting his lips. “You should be careful what you offer me. I’m not the person you remember.”
“What does that mean?” I raise a stubborn chin. Does he think I can’t handle him?
“It means I might act differently from what you’re familiar with.”
“Well, since you can’t remember me, you don’t know what I can and can’t handle.” My chin lifts higher.
His gaze rakes over my face and body from head to toe. “You’re sexy when you’re angry.”
“I’m not angry. I’m determined.”
He closes the small distance between us and touches my chin, his thumb brushing my bottom lip in a sensual way. “What if I wanted to strip you right here, spread your legs, and bury my face between them?”
Holy shit. My body fires with nervous heat and a lot of desire, instantly soaking my underwear.
“You like that.” One corner of his mouth lifts with a smirk. “This could be a fun experiment.”
I don’t like being called an experiment, but desperate times call for label sacrifices, in this case. I glance around the open space. Xavier could walk in on us. “I’m game but not here. In a bedroom.”
He covers his mouth, working his jaw as if thinking over my offer. Then he takes my mug and sets it on a nearby table before catching my hand in his. “Let’s explore.”
He guides me toward the staircase we passed near the foyer. We climb the steps and walk by several open bedroom doors until we reach a double set at the end of the hallway.
“This should work.”
He opens the door, and we enter a grand bedroom. Log cabin walls, a stone fireplace, and a huge ornately carved bed. It faces a snowy scene outside.
I try not to be nervous. This is Sebastian. The man I love is in there somewhere and this is a possible steppingstone to retrieving him again.
Sebastian removes his phone from his pocket and types.
“What are you doing?”
“Telling Xavier where we are and not to disturb us.”
“You told him where we are?” Why this embarrasses me, I can’t say. Sebastian and I shared the main suite in France and every other house before that. Xavier knows this, but he also knows Sebastian can’t remember me, so he’d have an idea of what’s going on between us now.
It’s silly and childish for me to be bothered by this fact.
“Nervous?” Sebastian sets his phone on the nightstand, his gaze studying my fingers as they tap my thigh.
“You can walk away and finish your cocoa.” His tone implies I’m a baby.
“I’m fine,” I say through a tight jaw.
He studies me more, as if he’s considering backing out, then he opens dresser drawers.
