Page 18 of Love Me Again

"I know." He utters, looking everywhere but at me uneasily. "It's getting late, shall we go?" I nod, getting up to my feet. We walk back to the car and head back home.

* * *

Laterthatnight,I lay in bed, unable to sleep. I felt a little glimmer of hopethathe was starting to remember. Maybethatmeans his memory is gradually coming back.

It was past three in the morning when I finally dozed off, only to jump awake when I heard a strangled cry from the room next door. I push the covers off and rush out of the bedroom to Cole's room next door.

I hurry into the bedroom and turn the lamp on beside his bed. Cole's eyes were squeezed shut, and he was vigorously shaking his head, whispering 'No' again and again. He's having a nightmare. I crawl up on the bed beside him and touch his face, pearls of cold sweat rolling down his face.

"Cole. Hey, it's okay, baby, wake up," I say, shaking him a little. "Cole." I jump when he suddenly shoots up with a gasp, panting, trying to catch his breath. His eyes dart around the room, disoriented. "You're okay. It's justa nightmare, baby. You'resafe," I whisper soothingly, cupping his face with my hands. Cole looks at me and heaves a shaky breath of relief, and wraps his arms around me, hugging me tight, "Are you all right?" I ask, wrapping my arms around him and brushing my fingers through his damp hair and feel him nod slowly.

After a couple of seconds, Cole pulls back, and I run my fingers down his chest, where I felt his heart beating wildly against my hand. "Cole, your heart is racing," I whisper as he inhales and exhales, his chest rising and falling quickly. "What were you dreaming about?"

Cole shakes his head and looks at me, "I don't know. It was all in pieces. I can't…explain it. Ijustremember the fear… as I've never felt before. Flashing lights, voices, and constant beeping."

I stroke his jaw, and he presses his forehead to mine. "It's all right. It wasjusta dream. You're safe now." I comfort him, and he bites his lip, wincing a little. "Let me get you some water," I shift to get off the bed, but he grabs my hand, stopping me. I glance back at him and met his beseeching gaze.

Cole shakes his head, holding my gaze, "Stay with me?"

I nod.

"Of course." I pull the covers back and climb into bed with him. Cole shifts to the other side to give me some space to lay down facing one another. He looks so troubled and frightened it broke me so much. The nightmare must have been of the crash. Dr Bennet did say most patientsthatsuffer trauma from accidents often block out the memories in fear of reliving them.

"Tell me something about you," Cole utters, looking at me. I bite my lip thoughtfully.

"Um, what do you want to know?" Cole shrugs, hugging his pillow.

"I need to understand why or how I fell in love with you." I watch him as his eyes search mine. "You make no sense to me at all."

I exhale deeply. "Cole, I can't tell you the reasons why you fell in love with me. Only you know the answer to that--or you did know the answer tothat." I answer, chewing on my lip. "We spent six months together at work and home, so we got to know one anotherreallywell. We laughed, we fought, we bickered, we fooled around...a lot. Our attraction for one another and the chemistry we had, played an incredibly significant part in us falling in love."

Cole sighs, closing his eyes, "The harder I tried to resist you, the more I wanted you, and it was the same for you. We'd go to bed on separate sides of the bed and somehow wake up in each other's arms." I smile fondly. "You made me feel a type of way I'd never felt before," I whisper, closing my eyes recalling all the moments he would tease me relentlessly. "You would suck me into this sexual trance with the barest of touches, and you'd whisper things to methatwould take my breath away and make me dizzy with desire." I open my eyes and watch Cole, his eyes closed, his lips parted.

"Youevenmade me orgasm once without touching me."

Cole's eyes open, and he looks at me, astonished. "I did?" I nod, swallowing hard. "How?"

"This was on the day I moved into your apartment. As always, we were bickering. I called you an egomaniac, and you didn't like it. You were showing me the difference between arrogance and confidence." I smile, wetting my lips. "You had me on my back, with you on top of me, your leg in between mine pressing against me intimately," I explain, closing my eyes again while Cole watches me, lifting himself, so his head was resting in his hand, peering down into my face. "You asked me if I remembered what you said to me in the elevator in Vegas the night we met."

"What did I say?"

"I can't wait to taste you, baby," I whisper, looking up at him as he stares down into my face. His Adam's apple jumps in his throat when he swallows.

"Andthenwhat happened?" He questions, and I—by some means—plucked up the courage and lean up, gently push him onto his back. Cole lays back and looks up at me, watching me intently.

"Thenyou said..." I breathe, brushing my lips against the shell of his ear like he did mine. "What if I told you I can still remember justthe way you taste and would give anything to taste you again..." I whisper in his ear. "Would you let me taste you, baby? Would you let me flick my tongue over your clit and suck it just a little?" I say with a breathy moan. Cole's breathing quickens when I run my tongue teasingly against the shell of his ear, and he instinctively pushes his thigh up against me.

"Andthen." He moans, biting his lip.

"Andthenyou said..." I sigh, "What if I told youthatI wish I could bury myself deep inside you right now, justto feel you clamp down on my dick as you come hard." I whisper, rocking my hips against his thigh the same way I didthatday. "Would you want me to, baby?" I murmur in his ear, nipping faintly. Cole groans and rolls me over onto my back and looks down into my eyes. The hunger in his eyes stole the breath right out of my lungs. "What if I told you I was dying to kiss you right now..." I moan, pressing my forehead to his. "Would you let me, baby?" I whisper, brushing my thumb over his lips.

"Shayla." Cole moans, rocking against me, sweeping his tongue along my thumb, and sucking softly. I hiss, ghosting my lips over his.

"Cole," I whimper and arch up as he grinds himself against me, the friction sending shock waves through me. "You feelthatache deep inside you, baby?" I purr, trailing my lips along his jaw, and he bites his lip hard. "Thatheatthatconsumes you and makes your mind all hazy.That'snotevena fraction of the passion and need we have for one another." I breathe, licking up his throat. "We make each other crazy." I moan, sucking the part of his neck I know drives him wild.

"Fuck," Cole growls, bucking his hips, rubbing himself against me harder, making me cry out. "What are you doing to me." He groans when I suck his pulse point.

"Giving youjusta taste of our love."

Cole leans down to kiss me, but I stop himjustas his lips push mine apart, and his tongue seeks out my own. "Ah, ah."

"Let me kiss you." He pleads hungrily, and I shake my head, despite dying to be kissed by him. I figure if I had any chance of getting him to remember us, he needs to recall how much he wanted and yearned for me first.

"You have to earnthatpleasure." I moan, trailing my tongue along his bottom lip, and he groans throatily, leaning in to kiss me, but I pull back.

"Shayla, please..."

---