“Hope it’s not a disappointment,” he said.
“Yeah, no. You’re everything I imagined and then some.”
Unable to keep his hands off her, he pulled her close and kissed her. He plowed his hands into her hair and let the soft strands flow over his fingers. Then he bunched it all up at the back of her head and brought her mouth to his, kissing her hard.
He guided her to the bed and laid her down, taking one last look before laying next to her. The only light was coming from the hallway, so he couldn’t see as well as he would have liked, but he could see well enough to get the job done.
She was soft and warm and wanting. He ran his hands down her belly and lower until he found her slick, wet core. He toyed with her, feeling every nook and cranny, sticking one finger in and then two, until she was arching into him, begging him to enter her.
“Jake, please,” she panted. “I want you in me. Now.”
God help him. He must have broken a record for how fast he found and put on a condom. Within seconds, he was on top of her, positioning himself to enter her.
He pushed into her slowly. She was small, and he didn’t want to hurt her, but she was impatient. She wrapped her legs around his butt and pulled him in hard.
“Oh, God,” she cried.
He pulled out and pushed into her again. She was tight and slick and fit him perfectly. He pumped into her over and over again, sensing the moment she got close to climaxing. She alternated panting his name and God’s faster and faster until she exploded into a cry of pleasure. He slowed his movements but kept a gentle, steady rhythm while she rode out the orgasm. He was certain making a woman come had never been so satisfying.
After giving her a minute, he rolled them so that they were facing each other and pulled her leg up over his hip, opening her up to him. He thrust into her again and again, waiting until she had her second orgasm, and finally let out a long, loud groan as he exploded into her.
They collapsed onto their backs, lying side by side. He reached for her hand and held it tight while they caught their breath. He got up long enough to take care of the condom and turn on the overhead fan, then climbed back into bed and wrapped her in his arms.
“I may not remember much, but I know one thing for certain,” Hannah said in the dark. “That was the first time we’ve ever done that.”
“That’s true. But what makes you so certain?”
“Because amnesia or not, there’s no way in hell I would ever forget that.” They both laughed.
“Thatwasincredible,” he agreed. He smoothed her hair gently and kissed the top of her head. She snuggled close.
Of all the sex he’d partaken in over the years, he wasn’t sure it had ever been so good. Most of it involved women he didn’t know beforehand and had no aspiration of getting to know afterward. Sex with Hannah was more than just bodies connecting, but he couldn’t put his finger on what. The mutual longing? The tenderness and genuinely wanting to please the other person? Maybe it felt different because they’d had a relationship before. Or perhaps it was just that he’d wanted and imagined it for so long that he’d added a layer of intense anticipation to it.
The weirdest part was that he wasn’t scrambling for a way to get her out of his bed, which is normally where he’d be at this point. No, he was wondering how long it would be before they could do it again and how many times they could do it that night.
She must have been thinking along the same lines because she started caressing his thigh, inching her way higher, testing to see when he’d be ready again.
After another round, she fell asleep in his arms, her warm body pressed against his. Usually, having a woman spend the night was something he avoided at all costs, but tonight, with Hannah, he was eager to try. He drifted off to sleep, thinking about what it would be like to wake up to a woman in his bed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Hannah woke in the middle of the night, still wrapped in Jake’s strong arms. Heat radiated off him and warmed her naked body. She felt safe and comfortable.
She also felt guilty, seducing him like she had. He’d been pretty adamant that they not have sex until she regained her memories, but she couldn’t wait any longer. What if that took months? Or years?
From the moment she laid eyes on Jake in the hospital, he’d been on her mind. Even when she was under the impression he was gay, she harbored secret thoughts of being intimate with him. A twinge of regret ran through her. She’d taken advantage of the fact that he wanted her. It was plain as day in his eyes. She could blame the wine—it had made her brave and a touch reckless—but she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t do it again. In a heartbeat.
She had no memories of any past sex, but was pretty confident that even if she had, none of it would measure up to Jake. Only time would tell on that front. In the meantime, she would do everything possible to move forward with a relationship with Jake. Not just sex, but an actual relationship.
Sure, he was handsome and had a killer body, but beyond that, he was kind and generous—just look at all the stray animals he’d taken in. He was smart and funny, too. Pretty much the whole package. Maybe he was too picky when it came to women, and that’s why he was still single. Damn, she needed those memories back. Now.
Waking before him, she slipped out of bed to take a shower and get dressed. She was cooking eggs when he finally appeared, dressed in a pair of loose-fitting basketball shorts. She was tempted to turn off the stove and see if she could talk him into another round.
“Oh, thank the Lord. I am so hungry,” he said, plopping down onto a kitchen stool. “Please tell me you’re making enough for two.”
“More like four. Don’t get your hopes up, though. My reputation in the kitchen hasn’t improved since last night,” she said, studying the eggs and wondering what they would look like when they were done.
“Well, I know one room you’re good in.” He waggled his eyebrows, and she laughed.
