I tried to think through my almost unbearable need for him to be inside me. “I—I shouldn’t do this right now,” I whimpered as my back arched up against his hand. “I—I’m still engaged.”
“To a man you can’t even remember, a man who’s not even here to celebrate your birthday tonight,” he reminded me. “So in my fucking book, it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t deserve you.” His fingers pushed aside my panties and moved along my opening. “What really matters,”—he entered me with two fingers, causing me to gasp in pleasure—“is how wet I’m making you right now.”
A part of me wanted to resist him and push him away, but my body refused to listen to my head. I threw my head back in intense pleasure as my hips rocked in rhythm with his fingers as they plunged in and out of my wetness, each time deeper and faster than the last.
Our eyes locked and when I saw the raw desire in his eyes, all I wanted was to feel him inside of me. “I want you to fuck me,” I panted.
“Tonight’s all about you, baby.” I could hear the restraint in his ragged voice as he watched me writhe in the throes of ecstasy. “I want you to come like you’ve never come before.”
Suddenly, I cried out for release as I felt his fingers curl inside me and hit my G-stop.
“Oh God…” My body began to quiver and my eyes fluttered uncontrollably as I finally approached my climax.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come for me hard,” he groaned in a raspy voice. “I want to feel your pussy clench onto my fingers for dear life.”
Finally, I felt my release spasm down my body as I involuntarily tightened around his fingers in time with the spasms.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy, Liv,” he groaned as he slowly licked his wet fingers, savoring every drop of me.
“I changed my mind. I want you to take me home. I want you to make love to me tonight.”
A devious smirk spread across his face and his eyes were dark with need. “No, not tonight,” he finally said through gritted teeth.
“Why not?” I looked at him in confusion.
“Because you’re right. You’re still engaged to him. You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now.” He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his jeans. I inhaled sharply as I felt his rock hard erection pushing against his jeans. “But, when I fuck you, when I make love to you, I want all of you and I want you completely to myself.”
With more restraint than I thought was possible for a man, I watched Ethan straighten up.
“I’m going to talk to Connor when he gets home,” I reassured him. I got up from the bike and grabbed his hand. “I’m going to end our engagement.”
As we kissed good night, my heart ached at the thought of leaving him. I wasn’t sure how I had suddenly fallen so deep down the rabbit hole, but I knew I had reached a point of no return. I couldn’t explain it, but there was something about this man that caused every hair on my body to stand up in excitement when I was around him. He was able to lift me away from the dense-foggy oblivion that weighed me down, and made me feel more alive and free than I could remember. He was the key to my past. I didn’t know how I knew it, but I just did.
CHAPTER N INE
I pushed against the glass door that led out into the darkness. Tears streamed down my face at how quickly tonight had turned upside down. I could hear the happy chatter from our engagement party in the main hall before it was absorbed by the silence of the night as the door shut behind me.
I ran as fast as my feet could take me in my jeweled Yves Saint Laurent stilettos. Maybe I should stop wearing heels all the time, I thought as I wished for my lone pair of tennis shoes that were collecting dust in my walk-in closet.
But this didn’t slow me down. I wanted to get out of here. It was the last place I wanted to be.
“Liv!” I heard a familiar male voice call after me.
The sound of his voice pushed me to move faster. I pulled up the jewel-encrusted blush-pink evening gown that weighed down on my body and restricted my movement. The air was bitter cold and cutting, but the adrenaline that coursed inside seemed to shelter me from the cold like a protective blanket. I didn’t have to turn around to know who that was. All my senses went into overdrive as I continued to move.
“Liv!” he called after me again, this time closer than before.
I stopped briefly and turned to see him about fifty yards away at the entrance of the building.
His wide eyes were filled with guilt and alarm, frozen against the stark-white complexion of his face.
It was Co nnor in the Tom Ford tuxedo I had bought for him for our engagement party.
“Liv! Please stop!” He ran toward me, closing distance between us. For that brief moment, our eyes locked and I knew he wasn’t the man I had fallen in love with. This man was a complete stranger to me, someone I didn’t know anything about.
“Get away from me, Connor!” I screamed as I turned away from him and started to run again.
“Look out!” I heard him yell out.
But it was too late. Suddenly, I saw two bright, blinding headlights coming toward me at high speed. The sharp screeching of car tires filled the air, drowning out all other noise. I felt the impact of cold metal against my body as I was lifelessly flung sideways against the solid pavement.
I tried to get up from the ground, but winced as excruciating pain shot through every nerve in my body. As my gaze fell on the fresh blood that covered my hands, I felt my eyelids grow heavy. Then the lights that illuminated the city night outside of the museum faded into the empty, black oblivion.
I woke up in a pool of cold sweat. I looked over to Connor’s side of the bed and let out a sigh of relief to see that he wasn’t there. I drew in several deep intakes of breaths as I tried to settle my nerves. Questions swirled in my head as I tried to understand the new pieces of this flashback. Why did Connor feel like a stranger to me when I’d seen him? Why didn’t I think he was the man I’d fallen in love with?
As I pondered these questions, I felt reassured that I was making the right decision to end things with Connor. I don’t know what had happened that night of my accident, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that Connor was keeping something from me.
Just then, my phone rang. It was Anna.
“Hi, Anna.”
“Hey, Birthday Girl! How was your day yesterday?”
It wasn’t until then that I realized so much has happened in the last twenty-four hours since I’d talked to Anna. I decided to tell her everything that’d happened with Connor recently as well as my day with Ethan. As sure as I felt about my decision to end my engagement with Connor, it felt nice to confide in someone who not only knew the post-accident me, but also the me before I had lost my memories.
“Wow, I can’t believe this. Are you serious?” She asked after I told her everything, including my flashback this morning. “That doesn’t sound like Connor.”
“It doesn’t?” Her doubt made me feel uneasy and a part of me wondered if I was being too rash in deciding to end things with Connor.
“Well actually…to be honest, I don’t know him that well.”
Her comment surprised me. “What do you mean?”