But I can see the flash of pain behind her eyes, like she’s bracing for the exit I’m about to make. “Don’t feel bad. I get it. I’m used to it by now. Any time I like a guy, I find some way to run him off?—”
“Hey.” Electricity dances across my fingertips as I take Stephanie’s hand and squeeze her palm.
I don’t like cutting her off when she’s finally opening up to me, but I can’t stand to hear her mention liking other guys.
Then it clicks—she isn’t just talking about other guys. She just admitted she likesme.
The intense desire to kiss Stephanie instantly consumes me, and I can’t hold back any longer.
Cradling her face in the palm of my hand, I draw her closer, peering into her captivating green eyes as the pad of my thumb strokes her soft cheek.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise, my voice low and rasping with unspoken emotion.
Then I seal our lips in a fiery kiss.
14
JANE
Gio’s husky promise unleashes butterflies in my stomach.
The way his eyes seem to burn into my very soul lights my body on fire.
But God, when he kisses me, it feels as though the world explodes.
Admitting to my condition always makes me feel vulnerable.
It’s hard not having a past—no basic foundation of memories to relate to people with or share to convey who I am orwhyI am the way I am.
The few guys I’ve gone on dates with over the years seemed taken aback— even put off—by the complications amnesia could add to a relationship.
But not Gio.
He doesn’t seem intimidated at all, and when he kisses me, I’m rocked to my core to realize it’s even better than my subconscious could make up.
His lips are as soft and inviting as they look, but the strength behind them steals my breath away as he claims my lips like he owns them.
The hand cupping the side of my face slides slowly back to cradle my head, keeping us locked together, and when the tip of his tongue dances across the cushion of my lower lip, I part for him instinctively.
Our bodies press closer, our thighs meeting as I shift closer and Gio’s hand grips my hip to pull me closer.
The heat in my veins is molten, searing the common sense from my body as his tongue dips between my lips to taste me.
His moan sends a zing of electricity up my spine, my core tightening at the sinfully sensual sound.
And before I know what’s happening—if he moved me or if I climbed on top of him—I’m straddling his impressively muscular thighs.
My dress slides up, gathering around my hips as I settle on top of him.
And suddenly, I feel like a teenager again—or at least what I picture young, inexperienced attraction must be like.
Adrenaline pounds through my veins, my skin growing sensitive to the touch as Gio’s arms wrap around me, holding me close, molding me to the shape of his shockingly chiseled body.
I mean, I could tell he was fit beneath his stylish suits, but God, he feels rock solid and made of stone as my breasts press against his pecs, my hands roaming over his broad shoulders and thick neck.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long,” Gio breathes, his fingers pressing into my skin with a delicious intensity.
My lips curve against his as my heart flutters, and I kiss him more deeply, my tongue tangling with his as I reward him for the confession.
