Two fingers of scotch deep, I’m wide awake, zeroing in on the soft pitter-patter of hesitation by my bedroom door. The steps go away and come back again.
I toss the blankets away from me.
She lingers in front of the door without making another move for what feels like an eternity until I can’t take it any longer. Wrenching open the door, I find her there, fiddling with the strap of her jersey dress. It drapes softly over her curves, as flattering as any ballgown.
“Hey,” she says awkwardly.
“Hey yourself,” I reply, unable to contain my smile.
Her eyes take a round trip from my boxers back up to my face, and my cock twinges at the attention.
“I didn’t get back to you before.” She shivers despite the warm evening.
“Back to me about what?” I play along.
“When you asked how your… scenario sounded.” Her words hang in the air, her gaze locked on me as she takes a small step forward. “Well, it sounds exactly like what I need.”
Her baby blues are the size of dinner plates, staring up at me with this raw vulnerability, and damn if it doesn’t catch me right in the throat.
“Excellent.” My voice drops a whole octave. “Because I’ve been wanting this for a long time.”
I throw the door wide like I’m about to kick off the Super Bowl halftime show.
Lucy takes a tentative step inside, looking around like she’s just set foot on a different planet.
“Wow.” She comes in to stand in the middle of the room, scanning it awkwardly. “This is like my entire apartment, squished into one room. I should have known it would be the biggest bedroom in the house. Though I was half expecting a 50 Shades dungeon.”
I chuckle. She had a similar observation the first time she was here. My bedroom is minimalistic and practical. “How so?”
“Matty’s dead certain you throw some crazy Eyes Wide Shut parties here.”
Matty needs to learn to keep his trap shut.
“Not quite,” I reply with a smirk. “Most of the time I’m here alone.”
She roams around the room, taking in the minimalist decor, feigning bravado. “Look, I need to know that whatever happens, it won’t blow up my career. Matty says I can blame any strange behavior on the amnesia, but…” Her voice falters. “I need to be sure.”
“Relax,” I say. “Your job is safe. You’ve got my word on it.”
I grimace inwardly at the reminder of what I’ve already done. But in this context, when it comes to her job-I can promise, with absolute certainty, that I’ll never jeopardize it.
She wanders toward my walk-in closet with the full-length mirror.
Following her, I stand behind her, towering over her smaller frame, our sizes a striking contrast in the glass.
Her gaze meets mine in the reflection, a potent mix of apprehension and anticipation dancing in her eyes.
I trail my fingers along the soft curves of her arms, sending shivers dancing across her skin.
The air between us is charged with a familiar electricity.
For a heartbeat, the world rights itself. It’s Lucy and JP, as it should be. No forgotten memories, just the passion that once defined us.
I brush my fingertips along her neckline before planting light kisses all over her exposed skin.
“We’ll do whatever you want. Whatever you’re comfortable with,” I whisper huskily into her ear as I tug at the strap of her dress. “No pressure.”
Her breath catches as I gently unfasten the straps of her dress from behind until it falls to the floor and she’s standing in only her panties.
“That’s the issue,” she rasps. “I want to do everything.”
“Fuck,” I groan, my eyes skating over her body.
Feels like an eternity since I’ve seen her like this. I’m desperate for her, and I can already feel myself losing control.
For a moment, I just stare at her in the mirror, my eyes unashamedly exploring every inch of her body. Her slightly parted lips, her breasts rising and falling with each labored breath, her hard nipples begging to be touched. Her gorgeous toned thighs. Even the scrappy scar on her knee.
My cock throbs against her ass. She has no idea how much she turns me on.
She’s a fucking goddess and she doesn’t even realize it.
My goddess.
Turning crimson under my gaze, she tries desperately to breathe in deeply, to suck in her stomach.
“You’re magnificent,” I murmur into the nape of her neck as I cup her breasts possessively. My lips trace a path down to her collarbone, making her shiver.
“I must be lumpier than what you’re used to. Staring at a computer screen twelve hours a day isn’t exactly a core workout, so if it’s washboard abs you’re after, you’ve got the wrong girl.”
I give her an admonishing look in the mirror. “I’ve definitely got the right girl. Do you feel how much I want you? You’re perfect; every inch of you.”
Like a man deprived of sustenance, I greedily massage her breasts, savoring the feel of her warm skin against my palms.
She makes a soft mewling sound, her eyes in a daze with heat. Her chest heaves as she melts into me, all shyness gone. I feel her hard nipples against my palms.
Damn, those whimpers.
“Goddamn, baby,” I growl, almost angry at how she makes me feel. “You have no idea how much you turn me on, do you? How much power you have over me.”
My hand moves lower to her stomach, feeling the contracting muscles there before pushing past the waistband of her underwear. I groan when I make contact with her sweet, sexy, throbbing pussy.
“You’re aching for this,” I breathe against her ear.
Groaning, I push my finger against her softness, feeling her pulsate beneath my touch. So ready for me she’s throbbing, writhing against me. “I love making you feel this way.”
I caress her swollen lips hungrily with my thumb before slipping it inside and exploring her inner depths.
A moan escapes as her head falls against my chest. “Damn, you’re good at this, JP.”
I am, because I know every inch of her body. I paid attention. I listened. I know exactly what she wants. But I won’t let her come yet.
My fingers slip away from her panties and she stares at me in the reflection.
“Why’d you stop?” she whispers, looking insecure.
“I haven’t,” I reply with a chuckle, peppering kisses on her neck. “I’m just getting started.”
My lips trace the curves of her body as I coax her underwear down her thighs, one agonizing inch at a time.
She trembles as I kneel before her and slowly pull each foot from her underwear until she’s completely exposed to me.
She squirms and tries to close her legs from my view, but I don’t let her.
“Do you understand how breathtakingly beautiful you are?” I ask on my knees, making eye contact with her.
A tiny, nonsensical laugh flees her lips and I resist the urge to smile.
“Oh my God. Stop it. You’re making me nervous.” Her face flushes with heat and she squirms, putting her hands on my shoulders as if to anchor herself. “Told you you’re intense.”
“And I told you I don’t do things by half.”
Before she can register what’s happening, I stand and lift her off the ground by the waist, encircling her legs around me.