A Night to Forget (7 page)

“Yes, actually, it does. I feel the same way,” I said as I felt a warm intensity spread through me. I realized that I had never felt like this with anyone else. “It feels like there’s electricity whenever you touch me,” I admitted softly.

He took my hand and intertwined it with his. The soft playfulness of his fingers against my hand left tingles of electricity at their wake. My body came alive with anticipation. His fingers trailed lightly along my arms, causing my skin to prickle with anticipation. I let out a sigh of contentment.

“Emma, you’re so beautiful,” he said as his fingers gently caressed my cheeks. He then pulled my face into his, and I felt his lips meet mine.

His lips were amazing—soft, full, and delicious. His kiss was sweet, sensual, and slow. My lips quivered as I felt his tongue gently part my lips. His tongue was luscious and enticing as it explored every inch of my lips, mouth, and tongue.

As his lips left mine, I let out an uncontrollable moan. He smiled at me with tenderness and want, “God, Emma, you’re killing me.”

“Well, don’t stop kissing me then,” I said seductively.

“We’ve had a lot to drink, and I want to just enjoy this moment with you and take things slow,” he said, with a reluctant tone in his voice.

“Well, let’s have another glass of champagne then. Maybe you’ll change your mind,” I teased as I got off of the bed and reached for the champagne bottle.

He laughed as I filled his glass and my own.

“Let’s watch the rest of the sunset before we miss it all,” he said.

“Okay,” I agreed with a tinge of disappointment and quickly finished my third glass.

I sat down next to him and he pulled me closer as we laid our back against the pillows. The sunset was stunning, and at that moment, I was mesmerized by it.

I let out a deep long sigh as I sunk deeper into Brandon’s arms.
This is just crazy. How did I get here? I was just dreaming about this man last week, and now, here he is—here we are, together. His name was Brandon. Brandon and Emma.
I allowed my thoughts to drift as I imagined our lives together.

As I laid my head in his chest, I
could hear the gentle thumping of his heart and the even sounds of his breathing. We laid there in comfortable silence for a long time and I felt relaxed in his presence.

After some time,
I gently moved my fingers up and down his toned arm and muscular chest. I heard his heartbeat increase and his breathing became more jagged.

I looked up at him and saw pure desire and want in his eyes, and a rush of need flooded deep inside me.

“Your eyes are gorgeous,” he said breathlessly. “Do you know how breathtakingly beautiful you are right now?”

“I don’t, but you can show me,” I said seductively as I got on top of him and slowly started to unbutton his shirt.

“Emma, are you sure?” he said with hesitation. “I want you to be sure.”

“Yes, Brandon. I’m sure,” I said as I unbuttoned the last button on his shirt and
tried to remove it off of him.

He pulled me do
wn towards him and our lips met. His hands moved through my hair and down my back. Then, in one swift movement, he grabbed me and flipped me on my back. He was on top of me and I watched with awe as he removed his shirt from his body. He was perfect—tanned, muscular, smooth, and perfect.

He leaned down and kissed me
again, at first he was slow and gentle, but then, his lips moved with urgency and passion as his tongue consumed my mouth and fueled the fire that grew at the pit of my stomach.

His lips
then left mine as he slowly and passionately kissed the pressure zones of my neck and behind my ears. I heard myself whimper as his lips left a trial of goose bumps at their touch.

I felt my hands
all over his body, and I inhaled sharply when my hands found his hardness pushing against his pants.

“
You’re driving me crazy. I need you out of your dress now or I’m going to explode.” His voice was ragged.

I nodded wildly in agreement.
“Please,” I begged. He unzipped my dress and bra from behind me and quickly pulled them off me. He then paused and looked at me with longing.

“You are so hot, Emma.” His voice
was raw with lust as his mouth hungrily enveloped one of my breast while his hand urgently kneaded the other. I moaned with pleasure as my back arched up against his body. In response, he pushed his lower body down on top of me as he moved his hardness against mine. Through his pants and the thin layer of my panties, I could feel his long and hard manhood grind down against me, and I gasped with pleasure.

“Oh, Brandon, I need you now,” I moaned in desperation as my hands explored the contours of his broad muscular back.

As he continued to kiss and knead my breasts, his other hand traced its way down below, to the heat emanating from the inside of my panties. He rubbed his fingers up and down my panties, and I convulsed with pleasure.

“Brandon—Brandon, take off your
panties, I can’t wait any longer,” I begged.

“Not yet. I want to taste you first.” His voice was deep and raw.

He moved his fingers under my panties, and found me—hot, wet, and in need.

“My God, Emma, you’re driving me crazy. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

“Don’t wait—now, please,” I begged again. I felt him remove my panties, my back arched up uncontrollably, needing to be connected to him.

I suddenly gasped violently as I felt his lips
explore the place my panties were seconds before. Then his tongue started doing unimaginable things to me, and as it explored deeper and deeper inside me, my body convulsed as waves of pleasure greeted me.

Then he emerged from me and I looked into his eye—it was full of fire and hunger. “You taste amazing
. If I wait any longer, I’ll explode,” he said hoarsely as he took off his pants and boxers.

My breath caught as I finally saw him for the
first time—long, smooth, and hard. My body burned with anticipation as he got on top of me. Our mouths locked in another passionate kiss, and I rocked my hips against his erection, desperate for him to be inside me.

“God, Emma, you’re going to push me over the edge,” Brandon groaned as his head jerked violently back as I arched my
hips up against him.

“Then stop making me beg for you, I need you now,” I said urgently.

And with that, he passionately kissed me again and looked deeply into my eyes and then entered me with complete abandonment.

I gasped as my body instinctually arched up to meet him. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed into me as he moved rhythmically in and out of me, each time, more rapid and deeper than before.

“You feel incredible,” he said in pleasure. I tried to respond to tell him how amazing he was, but I could not get the words out.

After several long excru
ciating minutes of pleasure I had never felt before, spasms of pleasure rippled throughout my entire body as I went over the cliff into ecstasy.

Moments later, I felt Brandon’s body stiffen and his head jerk
ed violently as he let out a loud groan of pleasure and I felt him explode inside of me. Another ripple of pleasure greeted me as he collapsed on top of me—our bodies connected to one another as we passed out into a deep sleep.

***

My eyes fluttered open, and I felt the soft, cool sheets over my body. I slowly took in my surroundings and realized that I was in a luxurious hotel room that I didn’t recognize. I sat up quickly and immediately regretted my rash movement—my head was pounding with pain and the room spun around me. Slowly, the memories from last night seeped into my consciousness.

Brandon—
my thoughts instantly jumped to him.
Was I in his bed?

I looked over, and an overwhelming feeling of happiness consumed me as I saw him there, sleeping beside me.
God he’s even gorgeous in the mornings.

I looked around the room, and saw my dress and bra neatly laid over the couch nearby, and I looked down at my body. I was wearing a t-shirt along with my panties.
He must have carried me up here after the sunset—and the amazing sex
, I thought.

I turned towards him, leaned over, and lightly kissed him on the forehead. He shifted slightly. He was shirtless and I
could see his smooth, toned chest and his muscular arms above the sheets.

Impulsively, I peeked under the sheets, hoping to see more of his naked body.
Damn, he had his boxers on!
I giggled at myself for being so silly.

I looked around the room again and my eyes noticed the clock on the wall, 7:30 a.m.
Shit, shit, shit!
I thought as panic set in.
The girls! They must be worried sick about me! Our cab to the airport leaves in less than an hour! Jill probably called the Cancun police by now. SHIT.

I got up quickly and threw on my dress.
Walk of shame, here I come
, I thought, knowing that my return to the hotel room with last night’s dress on will surely raise a lot of questions.

Damn it, I wish our cellphones worked down here, I don’t even know our hotel number to call them to say I’m okay.

I looked over at Brandon. He was deep asleep. I gently touched his arms and shook it. He stirred, but did not wake up. I looked at the clock again and realized that I had to leave Brandon without saying goodbye or I’d miss my flight. An overwhelming feeling of loss hit me.

I looked around the hotel room and found an Omni notepad and pen, and quickly wrote a note to him.

Brandon,

I had an amazing time with you last night. You have definitely made my last night in Cancun a memorable one. Thanks so much for taking care of me and showing me the amazing sunset and more. ;)

I have a flight to catch and didn’t want to wake you. But I’d love to talk to you again. My number is 310-555-1120.

XOXO
,
Emma

I left the note at the end table on his side of the bed. I gently kissed his lips one last time and whispered, “Goodbye, Brandon. I hope I see you again, because I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Cha
pter 7

Brandon never called.

When we first returned back to L.A., I waited with excruciating agony for the moment he would call, and imagined the conversations we would have. I made sure my phone was fully charged and with me at all times, because I knew I would hate myself if I missed his call.

But after a few days of waiting for the call that never came, anxiety slowly crept in like sharp needles prickling my insides. I felt sick at the thought of never seeing him again.

Did he not see my note? Did he lose my number? Did I accidentally write down my number wrong?
Or was it all a lie? Was he a lie?

During the first month after Cancun, I often cried myself to sleep, wondering what went wrong and why he never called. The only logical conclusion I always ended up with was that it was an one-night-stand and I was just another notch on his belt. He must have taken many girls to that secluded canopy bed on the beach, and I was a fool to think that night meant anything more to him than sex.

Despite my best efforts, I held on to the hope that he would eventually call. The rest of my senior year went by in a haze.

When I moved to San Francisco in August, I felt emotionally drained and empty. A dull ache took permanent residence in my heart as I finally gave
up the hope that he would call—that I would see him again. I gave up the hope that he might have fallen in love with me that night in Cancun, the way I had for him. And as I let go of this hope, it felt like I lost a piece of myself—more than just my virginity—but a piece of my soul to him.

***

Six months passed since that week in Cancun, and the ache in my heart remained.

But today would be different
, I told myself.

Today, I wi
ll not let thoughts of Brandon—if that’s even his real name—ruin my mood. Not today.
Today, I will be happy, because today, I start a new chapter of my life, and I will forget that night in Cancun—that night to forget
.

I repeated these thoughts to myself as I walked out of my studio apartment in Nob Hill.

Today was my first day of work, and for the first time in a very long time, I was filled with anticipation and excitement.

It was a cool, foggy San Francisco morning, and in the distance, I could see the Golden Gate Bridge peeking out of the fog that was rolling through the San Francisco bay.

I inhaled the brisk morning air and started walking towards the financial district. I wore a crisp charcoal suit over a rich green blouse. My long dirty blonde hair was tied up neatly in a bun. As my black stilettos click-clacked towards Four Embarcadero Center, which housed Fisher & Morrison Consulting, I felt ready for this new beginning.

“Good morning,” said the attractive brunette s
itting at the reception desk, “How can I help you?”