“Yes, baby. I remember everything about you, especially how much I love you.”
“I love you too, Drew.”
23
Ire
The last two weeks passed in a flash. My head was healing better than Patch had expected, and I was nearly back to normal. I’d have a gnarly scar on my head to remind Ava and me of the time I didn’t remember her. I couldn’t imagine how much it had hurt her that I didn’t know her. It would’ve destroyed me, but she was stronger than me. My little warrior would never let anything come between us, not even amnesia.
I curled my body around hers and listened to her breathing. My woman slept hard at night. I’d happily take credit for her blissful rest. I made love to her every night as if it were the last time I’d get the chance. During my amnesia ordeal, Ava had found her inner strength, leading to her having sex to help me remember us. Now we went at each other all the time.
She hummed when I pressed my hard-on against her ass. “Morning, my love.”
“Good morning, baby.” I kissed her bare shoulder. “I have an early morning, remember?”
“Mhmm.” She wiggled her luscious bottom to stir me up.
I flipped her onto her back. She spread her legs and gripped my ass to welcome me as I drove into her warm pussy.
We both groaned.
“Every time we connect, it is sheer nirvana.” I kissed her nose.
“Because we’re perfect for each other.”
“Yes, we are.” I pulled out, then pushed back in. “Will you be okay while I’m gone?”
At her last therapy appointment, she’d had me go in with her. She was afraid I wouldn’t come back to her again. Nothing and no one could keep me from her, but I understood her fears. Several of us were meeting with the Mafia and the Vipers’ prez. There was no telling what could happen, but I needed to be there as I had been the last time.
“Okay? Not really. I’ll be on edge until you return.”
I kissed her sweet lips as I moved in and out of her. “I’m coming back, baby.”
“You keep saying that.”
“You don’t believe me? I’m hurt.”
She tilted her head. “I believe you, but some things are out of our control, like your previous amnesia.”
“Fucking amnesia. I will never be able to live it down.” I shot her a slow wink.
She looped her arms around me as I picked up speed. “Do you know how irresistible you are? You’re like an illicit drug, highly addictive. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I feel the same way about you.” I pounded and pounded into her. She wasn’t wrong to worry about me. I just wanted to ease her anxiety.
We made love to each other. It wasn’t fast, slow, hard, or soft. It was everything at different moments, which made it magnificent and unforgettable.
She moaned. “I’m close.”
I bucked my hips in short, quick movements to make her orgasm epic.
When Ava went off, I followed. It was the same each and every time. I wasn’t a selfish bastard in the bedroom. No way. My woman was my priority, always would be.
Her fingernails pricked my shoulders. It was my cue to hit her G-spot and kiss her breathless.
Our building climaxes peaked, and we shot off into orbit.
“Oh, oh, oh my word. That was spectacular.”