Don't Forget Me (An Unforgettable Romance)

I just met the love of my goddamn life. I can't lose her. Not like this. Not before I've even learned her name.

"Don't go," I whisper. "Don't forget me," I say. "Don't forget me before you've had a chance to find out that I'm yours."

I lift her up into my arms and carry her into my cabin. I'm worried, terrified, but she's breathing.

She's breathing. Thank God. There's blood on her forehead and I've got to wash it up. Got to make sure she's okay and determine if I need to get her to the hospital and just how fast.

And her eyes, they still haven't fluttered open.

I lay her down on the couch where she was just minutes ago. "Hey," I say, "I'm right here. I'm yours," I tell her.

She looks so perfect. So damn beautiful. I want those eyes to flutter open again. Only this time I don't want her to run. This time I want her to look into my eyes and see that what I mean, what I say is real.

Her breath is constant at least. I press my hand to her chest, wanting to be sure that I'm not just imagining it, but it's steady. Up and down, in and out. Her lips are so perfect. I brush my thumb over them, aching to kiss them.

My cock aches for it, too. I've never been so drawn to a person, a woman. She's everything.

My lips move closer to hers. Our mouths are only inches apart. I want her so damn bad. There's an electricity between us.

Does she feel this too? Or is it just me?

I wish her eyes would open. I wish... They do.

She startles. "Were you about to..."

I pull back.

"Kiss me?" she asks.

The blood drains from my face. I'm both embarrassed to be caught out and not. I want her to know how badly I want her.

She presses her fingers to her lips. "Were you?" she asks again. And then she blinks, looking around. "Who are you?" she says. "And where am I?"

"What's your name?" I ask her.

She presses her hand to her forehead. Falling back down to the couch, her head on the pillow. "I don't know," she says. "I don't remember anything at all."

Sienna

I look at this man before me. He's so incredibly handsome. So big, so strong. His shoulders are so wide, his chest so firm. His hand cups my cheek, and I don't want him to move it. I put my hand over his.

The top of his hand is hairy. I like that. He feels like a real man. He looks like a real man, too, thick and solid. Built.

My pussy is wet. That's the first thing I notice. My whole body is on fire in a way it's never been before. I lick my lips, turned on in a way that startles me.

"What is it?" he asks. "Do you remember something, your name? Who are you?"

I shake my head ever so slowly, a headache burning in my forehead. "I don't know," I say. "I don't know anything. I can't remember anything at all. I just woke up and was here and looking at you and..." I moan. Then I cover my mouth, horrified. I just moaned in pleasure at the simple sight of him.

"Are you in pain?" he asks.

I nod. "Yeah," I tell him, admitting that I am in pain.

"Where does it hurt?" he asks.

I lift my eyelids. "Honestly," I whimper. I press my hand to my pussy. I'm wearing a loose pair of cutoff shorts, and my thighs are bare. My feet are dirty. I'm in a cropped white T-shirt. I have no idea where any of these clothes are from, who I am, what I am. My hand, though, it's grinding against my cunt. "It hurts right here. It aches."

The man's eyes widen. "Damn girl, you shouldn't be doing that. You can't be doing this." His voice is low, gravelly.

"What do you mean?" I lick my lips. "I need it," I tell him. "I'm so wet. I'm so..." I close my eyes. I swear, I'm that close to an orgasm. I don't know what's going on, but I am so turned on. So fucking horny. I don't know what's about to happen.

I moan again, deeper this time. I'm literally fingering myself through my jeans, grinding against my own hand.

"Oh my God," I whimper. "I'm about to come," I tell him. "I'm just looking at you, and you're getting me off. You're so hot. You're making me..."

"Oh God, fuck," he says, running a hand over his thick beard. "Fuck. What are you doing?" Now his hand is moving lower on my thigh. He's spreading my knees. I want him to look at my pussy, but it's covered by my shorts and my panties. I don't know if that matters.

I move my underwear to the side. My jeans are loose and I need more access, and I begin to run my finger up and down my wet slit. I know he can see.