Not being intimate with Theodore for many days in a row was killing Emily. She had grown used to his scorching touches and sweet possession, and she would rather die a thousand times than have to endure this for one more day.
And thus when evening came, on the third day since Shirly decided to be a meddlesome healer, Emily put on her most alluring nightgown. It was a classy and – no doubt – priceless piece of lingerie she had never gotten around putting on before, because Theodore had never needed much encouragement to make her reach the clouds.
He was under the shower, and she had half a mind to join him there but thought better of it. She therefore decided to wait for him in their master bedroom instead – yes, theirs. Despite not having recovered his memories, he didn’t deny her the privilege of sleeping nestled in his arms.
Even as he woke up every damned day sporting a hard-on, he had good control – too much control – and she planned to have it shattered that evening.
As he emerged from the shower and found her lounging on the bed, he only stilled for a split-second and then went to the dressing room.
She straightened up and then left the bed and followed him in the dressing room.
She found him muttering something under his breath.
She hugged his strong muscular form from behind. “For the love of everything you hold dear, Theo, stop denying a woman in need,” she whispered.
He stiffened under her touch, and she felt rejected at that.
She withdrew from him. “Did I come on too strong?” She worried her bottom lip.
He turned to face her at that, and then said in a groan, “You’re pushing my buttons, woman. I am not sure I can hold back if I were to take you.”
“Then don’t,” she all but begged.
“You’re pregnant,” he said with a little bit of a pout.
“That never stopped you before,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes as she found his excuse lame. “I cannot stand this distance between us any longer. I need you, Theo.”
His gaze traveled down her barely covered body, and her breath stuck in her throat. There was blatant desire in those gray pools of his. And that made white hot desire pool down at her entrance.
“Forewarned is forearmed,” he told her huskily and then in one swift move, he had grabbed the back of her neck, and delved for a prize that was totally his for the taking.
“I want you so bad it hurts,” he said against her lips before biting on her bottom lip. “I both love and hate the effect you have on me…”
She whimpered and grabbed on his arms to steady herself. Her knees had turned wobbly. “And I ache for your touch, Theo. Please… I can’t take this anymore.”
“I got you, Ems,” he said gruffly. “I got you.”
And it was not long before they were on the bed, flesh against flesh, with nothing to separate their bodies, and no one to stop them from achieving completion.
As he neared his climax, he asked a question that almost startled her, “May I mark you, again?”
She could feel that her answer could be decisive, and could only welcome his request with a smile and a nod.
And with that, he bit on the top of her breast.
He had chosen to use the same spot he had picked months ago… and that moved Emily to tears.
They came together, she with a loud moan, and he with a groan.
As they lay sated on the bed, their fingers intertwined, Emily couldn’t help but ask, “Did that trigger your memory?”
She immediately knew she shouldn’t have voiced out her concerns that way, so soon.
“Is that why you asked that I make love to you?” He bit out angrily.
She shook her head negatively, “No. I needed the intimacy. We both did. But I still hoped…”
“Well, sorry to disappoint you,” he said dismissively.
She had to avert her face so as not to show him that tears had gathered in her eyes. She couldn’t appear as such a crybaby in front of him, no matter how much his tone hurt her.
If he was not meant to remember their time together, she’d have to bear with it, and make him fall in love with her again.
She could keep him from seeing her teary eyes, but sadly enough, she couldn’t keep herself from sniffling.
“What are you crying for?” He all but cooed lovingly.
“Do not use that caring tone with me,” she hissed through gritted teeth as she turned to glare at him. “You do not care about me half as much as I do about you… you have no right to use that tone with me. Don’t fake it just because you cannot stand the sight of a woman crying.”
“I am not faking it as you so kindly put it,” he told her softly, seemingly indifferent to her tone. “I do feel funny for you…”
“What’s funny about it, Theo?” She spat out as she hit his chest with her fist. “I love you… is my love for you laughable now? Am I indeed desperate for you? Is this funny to you?”
He shook his head as he allowed her to hit him repeatedly. “No, Ems.” Oh, how she hated how he now called her. “It’s not. I didn’t mean to upset you so. That was not the best choice of words…”
“You can say that again,” she scoffed as she settled back on the bed, tired of hitting him.
“Will I ever get the chance to say something without being interrupted?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
“My bad, your highness,” she said with an eye-roll and way too much sarcasm to her words.
“I only meant to say that you make me feel different…” he sighed softly and then carried on, “hell, you actually make me feel something for you, unlike all the other women who left me indifferent, despite their sophisticated expertise. There is just something about you, and it’s not just your startling innocence. And I cannot help but feel drawn to you in ways that I have never imagined possible.”
That had the knack to bring a smile to her face.
“You’re beautiful when you smile,” he said with a lopsided smile of his own.
“Thank you,” she told him on a small sigh.
“Also, just so you know, you hit like a girl,” he supplied in a teasing tone.
“News flash, I am a girl,” she let out sarcastically.
“Nope, you’re a woman,” he claimed hotly. “My woman.”