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“You sure you want to get out now, lady? Seems like it would be easier to sit here.”
“I’m not looking for easy. I need to keep moving forward.” I get out and grab my bags.
As I walk into rain, I imagine it cleansing me, ridding me of all the sadness and confusion. I’ve never been closer to my real purpose. I have never felt more certain about anything. I am going to restart my life. I just need to get home.
Twenty minutes later, I’m riding the elevator to my apartment, soaking wet. So wet that I have a puddle forming beneath me. When the doors open I step out and look into his eyes. I’m standing in the foyer of Cole’s penthouse. My penthouse. Our home.
A new puddle is forming as Cole stands frozen, looking at me. I can see his eyes start to gleam. Tears run down his face as I shrug and drop my bags. He falls to his knees, head hanging down and I run to him. I drop to my knees and start kissing his tears. “Shh, don’t. I’m here, I’m not leaving. I’m here.” All he can do is hold onto me while he weeps, his release of sorrow and worry so great that he literally folds in half wrapping himself around my waist. Without knowing, I terribly injured this strong, beautiful man, and I will do everything I can to make it up to him.
“I thought I lost you again, Mia. I couldn’t lose you again.”
“Don’t you understand? You never really lost me. My connection to our love is so powerful that I have spent a year trying to find my way back to you. I might not remember all the details, but I remember the strength of our love. Nothing can keep me from you. Nothing.”
Cole sits up and cups my face with both hands. “I love you, Amelia Parker.”Parker,the sound of my name, feels like a rebirth. I want him to keep saying it. Then he kisses me. When he pulls away he smiles and says, “I didn’t realize my tears would cause a river in the living room.” I laugh, “I need out of these clothes.”
“Let me help with that, Mrs. Parker.” He stands and scoops me up, carrying me into the bathroom of our master suite. Our room… I love the way that sounds. For the longest time I’ve had no sense of home. I might be with Mom and Richard or in that crappy apartment with Alex, or in a hotel room, but I haven’t belonged anywhere. Now I know why. This is where I belong; with Cole. This is where I was supposed to be all along.
He puts me down to start the tub and I start to undress. I step into the hot water and it feels amazing. Cole disappears for a moment, bringing back with him a towel and wash cloth. He soaps up the wash cloth and begins to wash me in silence. It feels divine. I know he needs this, to take care of me—his bride, his wife. He washes my hair and when he’s done he stands with the heated towel. I step out of the bath and he wraps it around me. Then he takes my hand and we walk toward the closet. I hadn’t noticed before that there are two doors. He opens one and turns on the light. As I enter I realize this was—ismy closet. Some clothes are hanging, but the racks are mostly empty. There are twelve shoe cubbies with two or three pairs, and the shelves along one wall are bare. As I open one of the drawers, it reveals my lingerie and pajamas.
“This was your side,” he says. “Your mom packed almost everything, but I asked her to leave a few things behind because I couldn’t bear for you to be completely gone.”
“Thank you.” I reach up and touch his shoulder, and he looks back at me intently, as though he’s still trying to make sure I’m really here. “Thank you for never giving up on me, Cole.” I reach up and kiss his lips, and he does that thing he did the other night, keeping his eyes closed like he’s committing the kiss to memory.
“Open your eyes, I’m real.” When he opens them to look at me, his lids are hooded. He wraps his arms around my waist, picking me up and spinning me around. “I think we should celebrate, Mrs. Parker.”
Then for a moment he scrunches his forehead in worry, and puts me down. “Sorry, I can just call you Mia if you prefer, I know you don’t actually remember being Mrs. Parker.”
“No, stop. I want to live my real life, my life with you. I’m banking on that being what triggers my memories. Besides, I want you to call me that. I like it.”
I am rewarded for this with the biggest and brightest smile. His face is pure joy.
“I’m going to get champagne. Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen.”
“Done and done!”
I look through my things, hoping something will give me a sense of déjà vu, but nothing. I put on a beautiful, long, dark green and black lace negligée. I brush out my hair and pinch my cheeks for color. I am about to seduce my husband and I’m hoping the new Mia will be as good as the old one he fell in love with.
I pad out barefooted into the great room, and when I see him shirtless in pajama bottoms I can feel the heat inside my body start to boil. He looks up from the champagne and I hear his sharp intake of breath. He likes what he sees.Good, because so do I.I watch him swallow and walk toward me with my glass. I take the champagne flute from him, never breaking eye contact.
“You look lovely, Mia. Breathtaking. This one was my favorite,” he says running a hand down my waist. “Drink your champagne quickly, because I would like to make love to my wife.” I barely finish before he hoists me over his shoulder and carries me back into the bedroom. I can’t help laughing.
Cole lays me down and stands admiring me from the foot of the bed. His gaze is so intense, I can’t help but get wet. His look—along with the sizable bulge in his pants—leaves zero doubt that he wants to pleasure my body. He leans over and crawls up the bed until he is hovered over me, then leans in and brushes our noses together. I lift my chin and he begins to kiss my lips, savoring my bottom lip and biting softly. I moan in appreciation of what this man can do with just a kiss. He moves to my jawline, feathering kisses up to my ear, then whispers, “I am looking forward to fucking you tonight. I think it’s time to help trigger that memory of yours. Buckle up, baby.” I gasp audibly before I can help myself, and turn to look at Cole only to see the smirk as he starts moving down to my breasts. With his left hand he caresses my left breast as he takes in my hard nipple on the other side, sucking and rolling his tongue around. I can barely hold onto my senses, my body starts to writhe on the bed. It feels so good, the heat from his mouth and the twinge of pain every time he bites my nipple. God I don’t want him to stop… I could come just like this. Cole moves his hand down my body, cupping my pussy and squeezing. I let out a groan, pushing myself harder into his hand, rocking into his palm harder and harder as he puts pressure on my clit. I can feel how close I am.
“Don’t stop, Cole, please…”
“Baby, your pussy is so wet, so ready for me.” He pushes two fingers inside me. “Ahhh, yes, ahh, Cole, yes.”
“”That’s it, push harder, Mia…do you want it, do you want me to let you come now or do you want me fuck you hard?”
“Fuck me, Cole. Fuck me!”
He yanks his fingers out and grabs my legs, flipping me over onto my stomach, spreading my legs apart wide. Gripping my waist, he pulls my hips up so my ass pushes back into his pelvis but my face is still down on the bed. “Is this what you want, Mia?” I nod my head, unable to speak. “I can’t hear you, baby.”
“Ahhh,” I pant, breathing heavily. I can feel the smack on my behind but it’s completely obscured by the pulsating need between my legs.I like this…a lot.
“Do you remember this baby?” Another smack. “Answer, Mia.” Another.
“Oh God, please don’t stop.” I know I’m going to explode as long as he keeps going.
