“Baby, you’re so fucking incredible. I may not remember you, but I’m no fool. I wouldn’t dare screw up a good thing.”
Unbelievable. It was like my Drew was speaking to my heart. Could he be trusted with the truth about my past?
“I enjoyed you lashing out at the kitten.” He tugged me closer. “I’ll be honest, I feel a connection to you.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. How about you bring those tempting lips over here so I can have a taste. Maybe it’ll jog my memory.”
This Drew was not as soft as mine, yet he got my motor humming. I needed to be close to him, so I lowered my guard. “Okay. If you think it might help.” I moved my face toward him slowly.
“I do.” He cradled the back of my head. Our lips collided, and it was everything.
Except he wasn’t slow and cautious. He was eager and ravenous as he dominated my mouth. His tongue slipped past my lips and discovered me as if it were the first time. I joined in, pushing my fears away to enjoy him.
“Fuck, you taste amazing, Ava.” He nibbled my bottom lip. “I fucking want to remember you.”
I melted into him. “Try to remember us…”
22
Ire
Ava’s warm body pressed against mine. “Try to remember us.”
“I want to remember.” She had no idea how much I wanted to get my memory back. Oddly, it didn’t feel like I was kissing a stranger. She smelled familiar, felt familiar under the palms of my hands.
“Try.” She bit my bottom lip. “Please try. I need you, Drew.”
This woman worked me up effortlessly with only her lips. I might have been concussed and had amnesia, but she turned me on just the same. I wanted her in every way.
“Climb on my lap,” I muttered into her mouth.
She stilled. “But you’re not well.”
I took her hand and put it on my erection. “Tell me I’m not well.”
She gripped me and lifted her eyes to mine. “I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” She stroked me through my sweatpants.
“You’ll hurt me if you don’t do as I say, Ava.” I couldn’t read her, but it was like she was working something out in her head, maybe talking herself into following my lead.
“You were never forward or pushy with me before.”
I snorted. “What was I, a pansy?” I kissed her firmly. “Straddle me.”
She climbed onto my lap. “Oh God,” she whimpered into my mouth and wiggled on my rock-hard cock. “I keep telling myself it’s you, that your body and soul are still intact. That I don’t need to be afraid.”
“You don’t need to be afraid.” I cupped her plump breast in one hand and her ass cheek in the other, moving her against me. “I won’t hurt you.”
“I believe you.” She rocked on me. “Is it wrong for me to want you inside me when you don’t know me?”
“Fuck.” I slipped my hand between us and rubbed her pussy. “I’m a grown-ass man. I make my own decisions.”
“But—”
“No buts.” I flipped her onto her back and went to remove her leggings. “We’re a couple, right?”
“Yes.”