His lips met mine, and my whole body lit up with desire the moment our mouths touched. The coarseness of his stubble against my palm was a huge contrast to the soft, sweet kiss between us. When his tongue danced with mine, I let out a soft moan; the pleasure was overwhelming.
Pulling back, I wanted to feel ashamed, remembering I was married, but I wasn’t. Everything that happened felt so natural despite my whole situation.
“Come on. You’ve had a long day and I can’t have you or my baby exhausted.” He didn’t give me a chance to respond, and my thoughts were still going over what he had said. The passenger door flew open before I could process anything, his hand held out for me immediately.
Stepping out, I grabbed the clothes I had brought while Cal reached for my purse.
“What on earth do you have in here?” he asked, chuckling while heaving the bag up and down. He made it seem like it weighed a ton.
Laughing, I answered, “A few things to make it heavier so I can slug you with it if you don’t behave.” I had no idea where that had come from, but his eyes sparked with something other than laughter when all I wanted to do was cringe.
Arriving at the door for the elevator, he pushed the button, grinning from ear to ear as he slung his arm over my shoulder and pulled me close. “You’re in there somewhere—you proved it.”
As the door opened and he pulled me in with him, my heart lifted. I hadn’t only lost my memories, but also me. Maybe I was one step closer to finding out so much more about myself and my past.
Twenty-Five
Cal
Hearing my Andi tease me like she used to, the playfulness that she used to have, made me more than a little excited. I couldn’t rush it with her—she was still timid, still trying to figure everything out—yet at the same time I wanted to jump right back to where we left off. And I couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be right to Andi, and it would definitely not get us back to where we had been.
The bell dinged on the elevator and the doors parted. Her bag still slung over my shoulder, I held out my other hand, letting her lead the way out. She stood centered in the hallway, clearly unsure of which way to go. In my mind, I kept throwing these little tests, hoping that maybe something more would come back to her. She definitely didn’t remember which direction.
“This way.” I nodded my head to the right as I placed my hand to her back. A faint smile appeared on her lips and then went away quickly. At least it was a good reaction rather than her shrugging me away. I’d take it. Hell, at that point I was taking every little thing she could give me. Baby steps. I shook my head, smirking at my own comment.
“What’s so funny?” she asked as we stopped at my door and I slipped my key in to unlock it.
“Nothing.” I pushed the door open and let her go in first, praying that, bam, she’d get all of her memories back and we could get back to our lives together.
The second I set her purse down on the couch, a phone rang out. It wasn’t mine and I was positive it had to be John calling her. I knew that if I were her husband, I’d have been pounding on doors for her. Had it finally sunk in for John that maybe I was more than “her friend”?
She leaned over the arm of the couch, digging into her purse to find her phone. My eyes immediately went to her round, firm ass. There was no thought; it was that male instinct that made me laser in on what I’d been able to caress, squeeze, and grab for two months. It took everything I had to hold back while thoughts of seeing her naked again flew through my mind. My cock hardened in an instant, and all I wanted was to be buried inside of her again. Damn, tonight was going to take a lot of self-control. And probably a really cold shower. She actually answered the phone like that, bent over the armrest of my couch. Make that water freezing.
“Lana?…Well, I’m at Cal’s.”
Andi stood then, her brows pulled in as her eyes searched mine and then flitted around the room.
“How do you know it was…Oh.” Her lips pressed together, and she seemed like she suppressed a laugh. “He said that? Can he do that down here?”
I listened patiently but really wanted to grab the phone and ask Lana my own questions.
“Great. Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Andi laughed, her eyes roaming my apartment as she finished her conversation.
“Well…” she said as she hit the end button on her phone and then looked up at me. “John really wasn’t taking any of my hints I never wanted to see him again and showed up at my apartment just now banging on the door.”
“That means we know that John wasn’t the one who got into your apartment then since he didn’t use a key to get in.”
“Hmm. You’re right.” She inhaled a deep breath and exhaled as she stared at her phone again. “Kyle came out and told him he had to leave, that it was obvious I wasn’t in the apartment. So then John started yelling at Lana, asking her where I was.”
“Whoa.” I laughed. “Wrong thing to do while Kyle’s standing right there.”
She giggled. “Yeah, pretty much.” She shook her head slightly and bit her lip. “Do you think he knows where you live?”
Braving being turned down, I took a step forward and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to me. I needed to have her in my arms. She was standing there in my apartment, worried, and everything in me wanted to protect her from anything. Even her husband. “He didn’t even know about me. Remember at the hospital? He asked who I was. So I’m willing to bet he doesn’t have a clue where I live.”
Relief washed over me as she leaned forward, placing her head against my chest. I tightened my grip around her and hugged her tight, exhaling at how perfectly she fit in my arms. Despite being in the hospital, there was still a faint scent of her expensive shampoo. I inhaled deeply, kissing the top of her head out of old habit.
The air in the room shifted completely as she nuzzled tighter against my chest, and her hands began to roam slowly along my back. Lifting her head, she gazed up at me, her eyes filled with the same longing she had before her accident. Things were different now, but then again, holding her in my arms felt exactly the same.
She seemed to become taller as she leaned up on her tiptoes, encouraging me to meet her halfway. As I bent down, the air escaped her lips, and that breath that gave me a glimpse to her soul hit me harder than it ever had before.
This was my Andi. This was the woman I had loved before and still loved. I hadn’t told her before, but since the accident and almost losing her, I’d vowed to make sure she knew how much I loved her regardless if I said it out loud or moaned it in my sleep. Andi would be mine. Whatever came our way or whoever I needed to fight, I wanted nothing more than this woman in my life. For the rest of my life.
Crazed, I felt possessed as I placed my hands on each side of her head and bent down, craving the taste of her, needing everything from her. I leaned down and took her mouth with mine and she matched me, moaning into my mouth, pushing her body tight against mine. There was no doubt she could feel how hard I was. My cock strained against my jeans as her hands pulled me tighter to her.
Our tongues danced together as the pressure between us built. There were moments that we gasped for air, we kissed with such passion. When her fingers slid under the waistband of my jeans, I was gone. The moment her fingers slipped under my shirt, I was done. It opened that floodgate I’d been holding back since seeing her again. “Oh fuck,” I breathed out, and immediately I could feel the smile along her lips.
Sliding my hands under her arms, I lifted her up to my height and her legs wrapped around my waist faster than I could think. Her hips writhed against me as she moaned in pleasure. Carrying her to my bedroom, I stood at the foot of my bed, my fingers entangled in her hair while my other hand re-explored the side of her breast.
“Yes,” she hissed.
When I pulled back for a moment to see her beautiful face, her eyes were full of lust and my mouth quirked up on one side. As much as I wanted to be inside of her again, I worried about what she’d been through. “Are yo
u okay? Are you in any pain?”
She shook her head. “Earlier my head was throbbing and my body felt sore, but now…kissing you, being with you makes all the pain go away. Either you’re a fantastic elixir or the nurse gave me really good aspirin.”
I chuckled. My old Andi showing through yet again. Then I stopped and tried to gauge her and see if she was in any pain.
She pulled me tighter and lowered her voice. “I want this. I want us,” she murmured. That was all it took. Her body was now on the bed and my hands tugged gingerly at her shirt, taking care not to pop any buttons in my frenzy to get to her body.
Again her fingers slid under my shirt, but for the sole purpose of pulling it up over my head. As soon as the fabric was out of her way, her fingers flew to my chest, exploring as my skin pebbled under her touch.
Kissing her would have been enough in my book—it’d been too long without her lips on mine. Our tongues were a frenzied tangle. I was intoxicated by her scent, the feel of her tongue against mine, and the way the pads of her fingers slid over my skin sent shivers throughout me.
Everything about it reminded me of our first night together. Only this time neither of us had had a couple of shots of tequila.
This time it was us needing to reconnect.
Twenty-Six
Andi
Earlier I had spent the drive over to Cal’s apartment questioning why I would have slept with him when I hadn’t first divorced John. When I had first walked into my apartment, my own apartment, I knew there was a reason I had moved out. There was an air about it, a sense of home that, like most things, I couldn’t put my finger on.
Memories were at the edge of my mind, and there were flashes of emotions right in my grasp. All of them mixed together and I couldn’t make sense of them.
But Cal’s apartment…Even though the living room we walked into was sparse, I knew deep in my heart that there were small thing—such as an end table or even the robin’s-egg blue lamp that rested on it—that grounded me. As strange as it sounded, they were so familiar to me, those things, that I felt even more at home there than at my own small apartment that warmed my heart the moment I stepped foot into it.
We had spent many nights there; I could tell that. There was something about throwing popcorn at each other, laughing, cuddled on the couch that had flashed through my mind as I spoke with Lana. Another scene of us having wild sex on his kitchen counter, flour strewn all over the place, his face and body covered with handprints of white powder.
My entire body was alive when I was with him, or even near him, and there was no mistaking that. And it was even more apparent as I stepped into this apartment. I knew it was the place itself. It was because it was his place and where he had welcomed me into his life so many times.
Now, panting on his bed, his mouth devouring mine, I wanted Cal. I needed to be reacquainted with him, his whole body. I wanted our life back, the one we started together only to have it torn apart by a stupid accident that left me not remembering any of this.
Cupping my breast, he pushed down the lace of my bra. Cool air rushed at my skin. His mouth left mine only to continue pressing kisses in a trail to my cleavage. They were soft but anxious ones, and the moment his mouth encircled my nipple, a moan escaped my lips. My hands rushed through his hair, pulling him tighter to me while I strengthened the grip my legs had around his waist.
His mouth hovered above my stomach, his lips barely touching my skin. His eyes met mine, and I silently begged that it was his child I was carrying.
He unbuttoned my jeans, and the sound of the zipper sliding down filled the room. The noises of the city outside were drowned out by the sounds of our panting. Lifting my hips, he slid my jeans down, tossing them off to the side. His gaze returned to me, roaming over my body before finally resting on my eyes.
“I missed you, baby. So much.” His voice seemed strained from everything that had happened in the past week.
“I want us.” It was all I could say. I needed him to understand that I chose him. That it had been him the whole time, even when I was at…
He leaned down on his forearms, hovering above my body. His lips were inches from mine, and all I could do was stare at them, full and glossed, like he’d licked them. Perspiration beaded his forehead and I reached up to rake my fingers through his hair. My fingers stretched around his neck, pulling him toward me. Leaning up, I captured his mouth with mine and his body weight pressed against me.
Immediately, he shifted his mass off me and ran his fingers over my stomach, caressing my skin before gripping my hip. The warmth of his body left mine and I was sure it was to protect my stomach. I curled onto my side, pulling him closer to me, our kiss continuing to become more intense with every second.
The moment he pressed the swell of his cock against my most sensitive spot, I moaned and circled my hips, needing more. His hand slid down, and the callouses of his palms were a contrast to how caring and sweet a man he was. Cupping the cleft of my ass, he pulled me tighter as he tugged at the lace of my panties.
Reaching down, I did the same and pulled off his boxer briefs, needing to touch every part of his body. Exploring him with my hands, I groaned when I reached between us, knowing I needed to wrap my hand around him. It was his turn to moan when my fingers ran up his silky shaft, swirling his excitement around his tip.
It was the first time for me, at least in my mind. This man had explored me so many times before, and yet for me it was all new. The way he was taking his time and letting me take over assured me that he wanted it to be as enjoyable as the first time we had been together.
Bold was how I felt, like I wanted to take back control of my past. Needing to create new memories, I sat up and slid off my bra and panties. Sitting before him, my whole body hummed as I reveled in the view before me: Everything about him was hard, solid. His hand ran up and down my thigh.
Straddling him, I kissed him roughly, realizing how much I needed him inside me. I reached down and teased myself with his hard cock before finally lowering myself onto him.
A low groan from both of us made me grab the back of his neck. His hands flew to my ass while rolling us both over. I no longer had control, and I was more than fine with that. My legs wrapped around his waist as he kept himself lifted, propping himself on his forearms and kissing me senseless. I was lost in our moment. His thrusts were painfully slow, and I knew he was trying to be gentle. I didn’t want that anymore. I wanted him—all of him—and I pushed my hips up to meet his until he finally understood.
With his every thrust into me, I remembered our times before—maybe not each moment-but definitely how amazing it had felt with him each and every time.
My vision became blurry as I moaned out how close I was.
“Right there, baby,” he whispered. “Right with you.”
“Ohhh,” was all I could manage as my orgasm ripped through me and my whole body reveled in pure pleasure. The kisses that followed helped prolong it all a little more, and I sighed into his mouth as he gave me a long, lingering reminder of what we shared.
“Sleep, baby,” was the last thing I heard him whisper as my eyes closed and I fell asleep with a relaxed, satisfied smile on my lips.
Specks of light dancing across my closed lids woke me. Blinking a couple of times, I covered my eyes with my arm as I rolled over. My hand stretched out, finding nothing but sheets and a strewn pillowcase. Peeking to double check if anyone was there, I groaned when there really wasn’t.
That was when I heard the door close and I bolted upright, wondering why he was leaving. Sifting through the previous night’s events, I couldn’t understand why he would go—especially since my mouth curved into a delicious smile remembering it all. I stretched, briefly forgetting my worry, my body humming from all the thoughts of what Cal had done to me the night before.
“Hey, sleepy.” Cal walked through the door carrying two cardboard coffee cups and a paper bag. The look on his face was questioning how I was doing without even
asking. Biting my lip, I tried to keep my body from wanting more, yet my heart beat like it was reliving the night before on its own accord.
The second Cal set down the cups, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him down on top of me. My lips immediately pressed against his.
“I guess you’re okay this morning.” Cal smiled into my lips as his body moved to the side of me. One hand slipped behind my neck while his free hand slid up and down the side of my body, lingering with a soft touch along my breast.
“I’m better than okay,” I whispered. “I want a repeat of last night.”
Panic of being rejected shot through me as he sat up. But relief spread through me as quick as my erotic thoughts as I watched him pull his shirt off. His jeans followed just as fast and I grinned, seeing he had gone commando. Peeking through my lashes at what I really wanted only added to the tingling pleasure coursing through me.
“I’m more than happy to accommodate you, gorgeous.” He smiled and did more than only that.
Considering that night had felt like our first time, the morning was even more freeing since I felt more comfortable. Resting my head on his chest, my fingers made circles along his bare skin, and I knew in my heart it had always been like this between us. Besides the easygoing manner in which I could speak with Cal, the flashes of images I’d had of us on the couch together weren’t something my mind made up. Deep down, I knew those were real memories that hadn’t surfaced all the way yet.
“Ready to get the day started?” He sat up a little, making sure my head didn’t leave my relaxed state on his chest. Reaching over, he grabbed a cup of coffee and handed it to me.
I smiled while my mouth watered, and then I moaned the moment the rich liquid danced on my tongue.
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