I want to deny him. Deny what I was just thinking. But this isn’t sex. It’s foreplay. Foreplay can last for minutes, hours, weeks, maybe even months. After I’ve justified it in my head, I lean forward and lick his neck.
“I remember the first time I gave you a hickey,” I murmur as I suck his skin between my lips. The sharp intake of breath has me humming.
“Do you?” he asks as his hand grabs the back of my head to keep me in place.
I don’t answer him, instead I suck harder. He gets hard against my thigh and everything within me wants to ride him. But I’ve put up boundaries and I’m keeping them up until I can trust him again. My hand travels down his chest to his unbuckled belt. I grip him over his slacks and he moans. His head tilts back further. “Fuck, Kenz.” I pop off his neck and inspect my work. My lips tip into a smile and I sit back, removing my hand from his hard dick.
His eyes are dark with desire, but he doesn’t try to take it any further. “When did you get your tattoo?” I ask.
“The day after you gave it to me. I wanted to make sure it was in the exact same spot.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I hope a man gave it to you.”
He laughs and nods. “No other woman will ever touch me except you.” The satisfaction that settles in the pit of my stomach is hard to hide.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.
He sighs. “I was an asshole.”
“I’m not going to argue about that.” He smirks and leans up, kissing me on the forehead.
“I was trying to stay away from you. The amount of times I fucked my hand while you were sleeping…” My mouth pops open in surprise. “Anyway, one morning a few weeks after I got you back, you came down for breakfast.” He licks his lips and smirks.
“We were eating in silence and you said, ‘I wonder if I had married Caleb if he would have kept me satisfied.’ So I made everyone leave, and I fucked you right there. From that point on, I refused to stay away.”
I stare at him in disbelief. “I can’t believe I said that,” I admit.
One side of his mouth lifts in a half smile. “Like I said, you were sick of dealing with my shit and you knew exactly whatto say to get a response.” He runs his fingers through my hair again. “So, needless to say, you will be staying in our bedroom. And I’ll give you space, but we will be having sex again soon.”
My heart beats heavy in my chest.Maybe this was a bad idea.Maybe I should have stayed with Larry. Maybe I should have followed through with selling my rings and going somewhere he wouldn’t be able to find me. But I couldn’t. Every time I’d even think about it, I knew it wasn’t a wise decision and I knew I’d be back.
I can’t live without him. I don’t want to live without him.I nod slowly, accepting his terms. “Okay, but you’re going to tell me something I don’t know every single day.”
He nods. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you with me.”
I want to tell him it was his mom that kidnapped me. But I’m missing some key bits of information with my memory loss, so I’m going to wait until I can put those pieces together myself or my memory comes back completely. Whichever comes first.
“How about we go out and celebrate tonight? Then we’ll start having hard conversations tomorrow,” he suggests. A flash of a piano bar enters my mind from the dream I had the other night.
I tilt my head at him. “Do you own a piano bar?” I ask.
The lines next to his eyes crinkle slightly as he returns my look. “Yes.”
“I had a dream about it the other night. I don’t remember anything concrete, but I remember the feeling I had when I was there. I knew I was with you and we had fun. Can we go?”
He smiles and nods. “Of course. It was one of our favorite spots.” He pushes me off his lap and buckles his belt.
I arch an eyebrow. “What were you about to do before I walked in?” I ask him.
He chuckles as he stands. “I was going to look at your pictures and imagine it was your hand and not mine.” I shake my head and laugh as my neck and cheeks heat up. “By the way, you’rewearing that dress tonight and you’re not going upstairs to put panties on. You’ll go just as you are.”
My mouth pops open. “How did you know?”
He arches an eyebrow at me. “That dress leaves little to the imagination.” His hand trails from my shoulder, down my waist, and over my ass.
“And you don’t mind that?” I ask.
He smirks as he pulls me back into his arms. “I don’t mind people looking as long as they don’t touch.” I wrap my arms around his neck as I gaze up at him, unable to stop from smiling back at him. He places his forehead against mine, his hand sliding up to cup the back of my head. “You’re mine. I’m the only one allowed to touch you. I don’t share.”
