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“Not a problem, the pleasure is all mine.” He settled his hands on my waist to steady me. I remember being half annoyed at how familiar the gesture was for a stranger, but the minute he touched me I got all tingly, and wondered if he could see my goosebumps. Then he stared at me, that piercing, penetrating gaze that is now familiar but still makes me shiver to this day. Back then it was even more unsettling. “Jesus, you’re intense. I feel like you want to eat me alive.”
“Sounds like a plan.”His smile could melt ice, but this is moving way too fast.
“Seriously, buddy? That’s your best line?”
He let out a thunderous laugh and held onto my waist far longer than he needed to. “I get the feeling you are a zero bullshit kind of girl.”
Between the look in his eyes, the smirk on his face, and his fingers like hot pokers on my sides, I thought I might explode or start taking off my clothes. “You wouldn’t be wrong,” I said, stepping back to release his hands from my waist.
“So, you come here often?” Even with the lamest pickup line, I had to give it to him, he had my attention.
“Never, you?”
“Never. My friends dragged me here to see this stupid band. I hate punk music, but my pals are more interested in the girls than the tunes.”
“You aren’t interested in the girls?”
“I wasn’t until now… I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you since you came in. I was just waiting for you to be alone…” He waggles his sexy eyebrows and I find myself wondering when eyebrows became sexy. This guy had a handsome face, killer body, steamy voice, and eyes that made me feel naked in full clothing. I was already on the way to obsessed.
“I mean, you’re gorgeous and I needed to work up enough courage.”
“Now I know you are full of shit. With a face like that, you are not familiar with rejection!”
“Great! Then you agree we should go home together.” He took my hand and started leading me to the door. I felt so at ease with him. I laughed and called out to Alex as we walked past her, saying I would call her the next day. She just made kissy lips at me. She went to that club all the time and knew plenty of people there, including the bouncer she had her eye on.
On that first ‘date’, Cole took me to a late night coffee and dessert bar. We closed it down, talking and laughing. We spent that night together, and the next day and the next. When I finally got back home, my room was full of roses, and the next two months were filled with late calls, texts, and sexy office visits. He asked me to marry him while we lay in bed watching the sunrise, and he put the ring on top of a cupcake he handed me as a decadent surprise in bed. Our wedding was on the beach, with my family and closest friends. His parents died years before, and we honored their memory by playing bits of their wedding video on a screen by our beachside reception. Finally, I remember being at the gala with Cole, celebrating and drinking champagne. I remember it was a wonderful evening until I walked into the elevator, and his eyes were the last thing I saw as the doors closed.
Everything I feel for Cole comes back to me in a flash flood of memories. It is so powerful that I reach under the table to grab his hand. I need him to anchor me, because that’s what he does.
Cole turns his head while laughing at something Alex just said and whispers to me, “I love you, baby. You okay? Tired? I’ll kick everyone out.” I open my eyes and his face is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I remember Alex telling me I was spectacularly happy before the incident and subsequent memory loss. She said that when I remembered it would be worth the wait. She couldn’t have said truer words!
My eyes start to glisten and I lean in to kiss his lips. As I pull away, I look into Cole’s eyes and say, “I can’t believe you married a one night stand.” His eyes show the click of understanding immediately. He gasps and leans back in his chair, staring at me. I see his eyes falter and know he feels as emotional about this as I do. He puts both hands on my cheeks and kisses my whole face. I start to laugh, drawing attention from the others.
“Settle down, lovebirds,” Richards calls out and my mother swats at his leg.
“I remember! I remember everything…” I turn to all the shocked faces, everybody looking to one another, not knowing how to react.
“Oh my God! That’s amazing, Mia!” Alex claps her hands, letting out a squeal.
“Everything?” my mother asks, making eye contact with me. She looks worried.
“All the good things,” I say, smiling at her, knowing what she is asking.
“Get the Champs Parker! This is cause for celebration!” Alex say throwing her arms up. I smile and put my hands on my head, shaking it from side to side. I feel in disbelief and can’t decide whether to laugh or cry. I go with laughter.
“I couldn’t agree more!” Cole says, kissing my cheek once more and walking to the kitchen wine fridge. “Whoop! Whoop!”
Everybody starts chattering and we all go to sit in the living room as my mother comes back with glasses, Cole in tow, to pour the champagne. Everyone is asking question after question and the excitement is contagious. Alex clues in Chris, who is being a terrific sport as someone lost in translation. He even gives me a high five, to join in the celebration.
The best part about knowing our history is that I can truly, fully settle into my life with Cole, every doubt erased in that moment of memory return. I am exactly who he fell in love with and he is still himself. We are destined, meant for each other, soul mates. All the crazy stuff people say when they are in love is true for us. We all sip champagne as they answer and confirm every question of my memory. It’s only when I yawn for the hundredth time that Cole stands and announces that we both need to go to bed. It takes me another half hour to hug and say goodbye to everyone, but when they all leave and we are alone, Cole literally sweeps me off my feet and carries me to our bed. He sets me down and starts to undress me, starting with my shirt, pulling it over my head and running his fingertips across my breasts.
The mood is intense, the room lit only by the moon. Neither of us speak, and I can hear my own breath quicken. Cole peels my bra straps down one at a time, kissing my collar bone and up my neck to my chin. I close my eyes and appreciate the warmth of his mouth, feeling my nipples harden and give in to my pleasure. While he kisses my neck he runs his fingertips down my waist to my jeans, running his finger just inside my waistband, just enough to make me rock my body toward his hand, wishing he was lower. Cole lowers his mouth to the top of my breast, pulling the lace fabric of my bra down to expose the hard nipple. Sucking it into his mouth, rolling his tongue over and nipping with his teeth, he moves his hand and expertly unbuttons my jeans. He pulls away and lowers himself as he removes my jeans, taking my panties one leg at a time. I’m standing almost nude, with the exception of my bra as he stands admiring my body. I feel exquisite in his vision, sexy and confident, and completely his.
I sit down on the bed and push back toward the headboard as Cole crawls over me. He is going to make love to me tonight. I know, because I’ve seen that look before. He kisses me deeply as he pushes his hard cock inside me, our bodies beginning to rock against each other, wanting more of each other. It’s the most intimate and vulnerable experience, taking someone inside you. I want him deeper, harder, I can’t get enough. I push against him, grinding harder, desperate for the friction between his body and my clit. Suddenly he pushes up as if reading my mind, rubbing the lowest part of his abs on my swollen nub, pulling at my waist to close the connection. His hands are on my waist, creating hot spots on my skin, like when we met. I arch my back, groaning from the ecstasy, hearing Cole’s breath in my ear as he sucks the lobe. He picks up the pace, pushing harder and harder into me while I push back into him. I can feel the build; I need more, want more. I wrap my legs tight around his waist, trying to pull him closer to me…
“I can’t hold on, come with me, Mia…” As I hear his words I feel myself spiral into the sweet orgasm, screaming his name as I claw my nails into his back. Coles grinds out his release, growling my name into my ear. My body pulsates around his cock, milking it and marking my claim on him. We lay there, still, breathing heavily until we fall asleep.
I wake up stretching my heavy limbs, only to find an empty bed. I wrap myself in the sheet and pad out to the living room, hoping to find Cole. What I find is Foster and his team. I’m sure my cheeks are an excellent indication of my embarrassment.
