She whimpered, aching for him to give her what she didn’t know how to ask for.
“Willa,” he said. “I want you so badly.”
“I want you too. Please, Wesley.” Her pulse thrashed in her ears. She couldn’t believe what she was saying, but it didn’t make the words any less true.
She needed him more than the air she breathed. How had she lived this long without his touch? How had she been so utterly oblivious to what they could have together?
He moved over her, her hips cradling his, and his engorged flesh probed the soft folds of her womanhood.
“Yes,” she hissed. It was perfect, exactly what her body craved, something thick and hot, meant to fill her completely.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She was sure she would die without him. “Yes.” Her heart had never beat so hard.
He thrust slowly, entering by small degrees. Her muscles stretched around him, resisting but then releasing as he pushed forward until she clasped him tightly.
Her breath caught.
He stilled and just held her. Willa squeezed her eyes closed as they lay motionless, chest to chest, heart to heart.
And then he moved slowly, reverently, and her body sang with the gentle slide, like a bow to violin strings. All the fire and raging passion had quieted. She floated in a haze of pure pleasure, another release sweeping over her like shimmery light.
His body moved within her, steady and strong, like the heart that beat against hers. His thrusts grew shorter and faster, his breathing labored and fractured as he let out a guttural moan. He pulled away from her and warm fluid spilled over her thigh.
Willa held him tightly, stroking his back as he shuddered and regained his breath.
He rolled to the side and used the coverlet to wipe her thigh. They snuggled close, their gazes meeting.
What was he feeling, she wondered? Willa was at peace with her decision. Her body hummed with joy, and her mind, for now, was quiet. Tomorrow might bring new challenges. But she’d never been afraid of a challenge.
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, exhaustion stealing over his features, but he watched her with a dreamy gaze.
“Am I dreaming?” he asked. “That was…incredible. This is now the best night of my life.”
Willa smiled, her heart in her throat. “Mine too.”
The words didn’t seem adequate for all she was feeling. She couldn’t describe the avalanche of emotions inside her.
His eyes drifted closed, and he pulled her closer. She stared at his face, resisting the urge to sleep.
She’d made love with Wesley. This truly was a dream, one she’d never known she could have. But now she never wanted to let it go.
Chapter 23
Wesley woke up slowly, brushing hair from his face, realizing drowsily that it wasn't his. He opened his eyes, and his hand was full of glossy dark curls. He smiled, smoothing them out of the way, revealing the pink cheek and brow of the woman whose bottom was nestled against his rapidly filling erection.
Last night he’d made love to Willa, and it was…indescribable. If he never remembered who he was before, it was enough just to have that one memory.
He felt like he could conquer the world. He wanted to kiss her, give her everything she desired. But for now, he knew he just needed to get her home. That was the most important thing.
His other hand was trapped under the pillows and a bit numb. He flexed his fingers to get his blood circulating again. Looking past her, he saw the morning light piercing the curtains. While he wanted to stay in bed and make love to her again, he urgently wanted to return to London to find something of himself in the familiar and unfamiliar things. He had parents and siblings, a home, a room, any of those things might jog his memory and help him feel like himself, or more importantly, help Willa believe in his feelings for her.
He didn't know how he knew it. But these feelings would not fade even once his memories returned. It didn't bother him that they had a platonic friendship before. That wasn't the case now. Perhaps this was only a natural advancement of that friendship, an innocent admiration that turned into a deep passionate love. That certainly explained how he felt.
He loved her.
She was the center of everything he understood about his world, about himself, an anchor in the sea of unknown that kept him from losing his mind completely. How fitting that she be the one to help him return to his old self.
