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Shelby closed her eyes and let the wonder of making love for the first time with Remy wash over her like warm water. The sensations seeped into every pore and memory. She’d been thinking about Remy for a very long time.
Caught in the incredible feeling of having Remy thrust in and out of her, Shelby couldn’t think past the man and what he was doing to her body.
As he picked up speed, Shelby dug her heels into the mattress. She raised her hips every time he thrust, driving him impossibly deeper.
The longer he pumped, the more his body tensed. After the most powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his shaft pulsing against the walls of her slick channel.
His body remained stiff for a long moment as he milked his orgasm to the very last drop.
Then he dropped down on top of Shelby, skin-to-skin, warm and beautiful.
She couldn’t breathe and didn’t care.
Before she became desperate for air, he rolled to the side and pulled her into his arms.
Shelby rested her head on his arm, sated, fully satisfied and happy. She closed her eyes and revisited the moment in her head, her pussy clenching and unclenching his cock inside.
He’d been so gentle and insistent on pleasing her since this was their first time.
A frown pulled at her forehead. What had he said about this not being a one-night stand? Tonight had been her first time with Remy, and she’d told him she didn’t want any strings attached. She always made a point of having no strings attached. She didn’t want to end up in the same situation as her mother—married with children one day and divorced and supporting those children the next—no formal education or a skill that would earn enough money to support herself and any kids.
Wait. She hadn’t told him the no-strings-attached rule before they’d started. But she felt like she had.
She closed her eyes and thought back through the night. A different image flashed through her mind—an image of the interior of J.D.’s fishing shack. Only the mattress wasn’t folded. It was covered in sheets. Sheets she could feel against her naked skin. And Remy was there as well, naked like he was…now.
Her eyes popped open, and she sat straight up, pulling her pillow over her breasts. She glared down at Remy. “This wasn’t our first night together.”
He sat up beside her and shook his head. “No, it wasn’t.” A smile spread across his face. “You remembered.”
“Damn right, I did.” Anger burned through her. “Why didn’t you tell me we’d slept together? The people around me are supposed to fill in the gaps they can. But you didn’t. What the hell?”
When he touched her shoulder, she flinched. “Why did you lie to me?”
“I didn’t lie,” he said softly.
“Withholding the truth is as good as a lie.” She threw back the covers and hopped out of bed. Realizing she was fully naked, she grabbed the pillow and paced. “Is that why you said you knew what I wanted?” Shelby didn’t wait for an answer. “Don’t bother explaining. It’s obvious. How else would you know what I like if you hadn’t already slept with me? God, I’ve been so stupid. You must have been laughing your ass off at my expense.”
Remy gripped her shoulders lightly. “We’d only been together that one night in the middle of the storm. You insisted on no strings. Not me. I want the strings. But not until you’re ready.”
“No way. I don’t want anything to do with you. And my sister and her husband knew I’d spent the night in the fishing hut with you. They should have at least told me about that. The people I love most didn’t fill in the blanks. Why?”
“We thought it would be best for you to remember on your own, especially since it was only one night.”
One glorious night making love with Remy.
“That was the night of the tropical storm.”
Remy nodded, staring down into her face. “I didn’t know how you felt after that night. You were pretty set on a one-night stand with no strings. I had to go back to Montana and couldn’t get back for a few weeks.” He brushed his lips across her forehead. “I didn’t want to force a memory on you that you might not want to hold onto.”
Her frown deepened. “It’s an excuse.”
“It is,” he admitted. “And I didn’t want to confront you until we could meet in person.” His eyes narrowed. “If you remember us, can you remember the people who attacked you?”
Shelby closed her eyes again and thought back to that place in the marsh where she’d been found lying on her overturned boat. All she could see was what she’d seen on her recent visit. No faces surfaced. She opened her eyes, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I can’t remember anything to do with the attack.”
“Don’t worry,” he said and pulled her into his arms.
Shelby wanted to stay mad at him for not telling her about their connection and making love. But she couldn’t when he held her in his arms.
