Unforgettable (17 page)

 
He moved from my lips to my ear. “Please remember me.” All the air left my lungs in a whoosh. I would have given up my cool new life to remember him right then, but all I could remember was one word and it didn’t seem to fit the occasion.

Chapter Fourteen

 
“Kumquat.” Ethan jerked up and practically off of me.

 
“What did you say?” His eyes were searching mine.

 
“Kumquat?” I said it like a question. “Why? What does it mean?”

 
“Are you sure you don’t have any idea?”

 
Duh, I just asked didn’t I? “No. It just popped into my head. Why would I be thinking of a fruit? It doesn’t make any sense to me.”

 
I could tell Ethan was deciding whether to tell me or not. I just looked at him. He wasn’t going to be withholding information that could be crucial to my recovery.

 
“It’s our secret code.” Our secret code? Did we have some kind of club? Did we make our own gang?

 
“Secret code for what?”

 
“Sex.” He sounded like he was embarrassed. I wasn’t. My mind was obviously at a place where Ethan wasn’t letting my body go.

 
“We have a secret code for sex?” Hmm. It sounded like we’re a little kinky. I wasn’t sure how to take that. Do we somehow use kumquats? I really don’t like kumquats, they’re too tart.
 

 
He was blushing again. Wow, he was almost as prone to them as I was.

 
“Ethan, why do we need a code word?”

 
“It’s just a little thing we do, it’s no big deal.” He tried to dismiss it, but I raised my eyebrows so that he would continue. “Sometimes if we’re out and there are other people around it might go like “Do you want a kumquat?” and no one else will know what we’re talking about. It’s not like we are constantly using that word in public. We actually use it more around the house. It’s one of our things. It’s only for us.” His explanation gave me a warm feeling inside and not just inside my loins. We had cutie couple phrases. That was awesome.

 
I smiled at Ethan. “I want a kumquat.” He raised his brows.

 
“What about dinner? I thought we were going to have some scampi.”

 
I could tell he was trying to brush me off, but he was weakening.
 
I was determined to wear him down. I was afraid if we got up off the couch right now we were not going to be back in this position any time today. My body was telling me that was unacceptable. I was going to have to have some satisfaction. Today.

 
I wanted to demand sex from Ethan. He was obviously waiting for my memory to come back. I could understand his position; he was a standup guy, blah blah blah. The thing was, I no longer felt like he was just Carrie’s brother, someone I hardly knew. I had remembered enough to know that we were an item. A pretty hot ticket if I do say so myself. Truthfully, and I’m not a slut or anything, but I have had sex on the first date before. Twice.
 
To guys I knew less than Ethan, the old Ethan I mean. Granted, things never really turned out well, but I blame that more on the guys themselves as opposed to the sex. Really. Admittedly, the sex had left something to be desired, but I just couldn’t see bad sex between Ethan and me. Not if my dream was any indication.

 
He looked torn. Come
on
man, how tough of a choice is it? Shrimp or hot sex. It wasn’t even close in my opinion. My leg was still wrapped around his thigh, so I pulled myself up to make contact, intimate contact, and I could feel that he was ready.

 
He dropped his head down to my shoulder and groaned. “Juliet, I had a plan for tonight. I wanted things to go in some kind of order. I know you probably don’t believe me since I’m lying here on top of you, but it’s true.

 
“I believe you, Ethan. I’m sure whatever you have planned will be lovely, but I want a kumquat. Now.” That was about as forceful as I was going to get, so if he turned me down, it was all over. I had to pull out the only thing I had left, and even as I said it, I thought it might be true. “It might help me remember.”

 
He looked up and straight into my eyes. “Will you still make scampi?” Holy moly.
He was going to give in
, but the man must really love scampi. I would make a seven course dinner if he wanted. I tried to dial down my excitement a notch. I didn’t want to look overeager. I was an adult after all.

 
“Sure. Scampi does sound good.” He looked at me for a second longer and shut his eyes. When he opened them he had a different look in them. He was determined. It gave me a tingle.

 
He gave me a soft kiss, on the side of my mouth before he opened his and licked the seam of my lips. My mouth opened to him as if it had been waiting for him forever. My hands finally moved from his arms to grasp his back, pulling him even closer to me.

 
I felt his pelvis grind into mine as he changed position to move us to our sides. His hand molded my waist underneath my shirt while he moved his knee up and between my legs until he settled and I pressed myself down hard before clamping my legs together, holding him in place.

 
He moved his head so that he could kiss my neck. I couldn’t hold back a whimper; I was practically quivering with need. Never had I felt this much desire for anyone. I hardly recognized myself. I put my hand on his hip, really just to anchor myself since I was almost on the edge of the couch, but I couldn’t stop myself from moving it up and along his ribcage. His muscles contracted under my fingers making me feel brave.

 
“Help me.” I barely whispered the words as I tried to pull his shirt up and off. He didn’t even hesitate, taking his own hand off me to grab the hem of his shirt and yank it over his head. My head started to swim, I felt a little bit like I did when I woke in the hospital. I couldn’t catch a full breath, and what I was managing to suck into my lungs was ragged. His chest was perfection. His eyes were smoldering emeralds,
yeah, I said it
. It was almost too much for me to take. It was too intense. I wanted to screw my eyes shut and be a coward, leaving everything on a superficial level but it was already too late. I felt like I could see into his soul and it scared me. He wanted to devour me. Not just my body but everything.
 

 
I stared at him, unmoving. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do next. Everything was taking on a dreamlike quality. I moved my mouth to lay a kiss on his chest and his breath whooshed out against my hair. I opened my mouth and swirled the tip of my tongue against his nipple. His arms wrapped around me again and I let myself wallow in the feeling of security I felt in them. It was not an unfamiliar feeling but I couldn’t delve too deeply into those emotions right now. I was burning up

 
I pulled my mouth off of Ethan’s chest as he sat up. “Come on.” He stood up and tugged me up with him. I didn’t say anything as he drew me along to the bedroom; I don’t think I would have been able to, anyway. When we got to bed he turned me so that my back was to it before moving us backward. The moment my legs touched the mattress I dropped down bringing a shirtless Ethan with me.

 
“Wait. Let me get this off.” I squirmed out from under him so that I could pull the tee shirt off and we were suddenly chest to chest. He propped himself on his elbow so that his glorious fingers could work the snap of my jeans. He had the zipper down in a second before sitting up all the way to pull them down. I lifted my hips so they slid down and off easily. I felt suddenly vulnerable, lying there in only my sopping panties and I went to cover my breast with my arm.

 
“No don’t,” he said quietly while shaking his head. I stopped with my arm half across my stomach. I was frozen, mesmerized by him and I couldn’t see anything but his eyes. He leaned forward and captured my head with his hands. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.”

 
Gulp.
 
I sat there motionless while he stood up and stripped off his own jeans and boxers. My breath was caught in my throat as his peen sprang up from under the elastic band. I couldn’t look away and I didn’t want to. Oh. My. God. I knew my eyes must have widened, but Ethan didn’t mention it as he crawled back and over me, cutting off my visual.

 
When I took a deep breath all I could smell was Ethan. It happened to be the most potent thing I had ever encountered. He was kneeling beside my legs and he hooked his fingers around the top of my panties and slipped them off of me. We were both breathing heavily, and I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs.

 
His hand went back to my thighs, drawing them slightly apart so that he could put his own knee in the space between. Once I realized what he was doing I pulled my knees up and spread my legs so that he could fit inside them. He bent forward, resting his weight on his hands that were on either side of my head. Seconds later his lips touched my neck and I arched up, I couldn’t believe how sensitive my skin felt. I moaned as he moved down to circle my own nipple, pulling it into his mouth and causing a tugging sensation in my womb.

 
He moved lower, raining kisses down my stomach and to the juncture of my thighs. When he positioned himself there and touched my clit with his tongue my eyes flew open and I looked down. It was the exact picture I had in my head yesterday when I was imagining him kissing me. I guess that had been a memory too, but when he started stroking me with his tongue I couldn’t think anymore. I could feel the orgasm building while he used his hands to hold my upper thighs still as I bucked against his mouth.

 
“Oh my god.” I couldn’t hold back against the most intense orgasm I could remember. Even as it was overtaking me I felt Ethan move up and position himself at my entrance, surging into me a moment later. I cried out as I was overcome with sensation and I could feel myself contracting around him as he plunged in again and again. All I could do was wrap my arms around him and hold on as I exploded. After what felt like an eternity of exquisite sensation I felt him stiffen and groan as he had his own release.

 
He relaxed his arms, lowering himself back down on top of me and as I felt his weight cover me I opened my eyes. “I love you, Ethan.” I wasn’t just saying it because I had just had mind-blowing sex. I said it because I knew it was true down to the tip of my toes.

Chapter Fifteen

 
I knew without a doubt that I loved him, I could feel it, but it still felt surreal. My heart started beating furiously when I saw the look on Ethan’s face. He looked so happy that I felt guilty. Yes, I loved him, but I still didn’t remember all the time it took to build up to that love. That was all missing. I didn’t know what else to say. Really, what could follow that?

 
“I love you, Juliet.” I tried to smile but I’m not sure if it came across the right way. Now that my sex buzz was wearing off, I was coming to realize I may have acted too hastily in sharing my feelings with Ethan. I stayed under him for about thirty seconds before I started to panic and took advantage of his position to scoot out from under him. My nakedness suddenly felt awkward, so I covered my breast with my arm.

 
I could see the change in Ethan’s eyes immediately. I sat up on the edge of the bed with my back to him and grabbed for my tee shirt, pulling it on so that I could escape the bedroom.

 
 
“I like it when you wear my clothes.” His hand snaked over my still naked hip as he said it, and I couldn’t help the goosebumps that broke out on my arms and legs. I looked down and noticed for the first time that there was Darth Vader with “Who’s your daddy?” written underneath. I hadn’t realized it was his shirt when I put it on, but I guess it only made sense given how baggy it was on me. I searched the floor for my panties but I couldn’t see them anywhere. After a few seconds of looking around I decided to grab a fresh pair and pulled open my underwear drawer only to remember it was Ethan’s now.

 
He jumped up from the bed and made it to my side in a second.

 
“Here, this is your drawer.” He pulled open the drawer right next to it for me and grabbed a pair of his own boxers out before shoving his drawer closed.
Okay
. Apparently he had privacy issues about his underwear. I found that strange since he jumped up naked to show me my own.