Hot and Bothered (Some Like It Hot 3)

“I don’t have any family,” she said automatically.

Surprised, he asked, “You remember that?”

“Yeah, I do,” she said, equally stunned by the knowledge. “You were testing me, weren’t you?”

As her fiancé, he should have known about her family, and was grateful that she saw his question as a way of testing her mind and memory. That would definitely work in his favor to get information from her. “Yeah, I was. What else do you remember?”

She plucked up a wedge of cantaloupe, slipped it into her mouth and thought for a moment while she chewed. “I remember that my parents died when I was about five in a house fire and I grew up in foster homes.”

Oh, wow, he thought, blown away by her confession and unable to imagine what a tumultuous and difficult childhood she must have had. He’d lost his parents, too, but at least he’d been lucky enough to have his brother, Cole, raising him and his sister, Joelle. They’d been a strong family unit—then and now. “How about relatives?”

She shook her head. “Both of my parents were only children, so I don’t have any aunts and uncles, and my grandparents are dead, too.”

He urged her to take a drink of her apple juice. “Do you remember how last night’s accident happened?”

She paused, and he could see her straining to recall details. “I remember walking with you…but I was afraid of something?”

She looked at him with uncertainty in her pale blue gaze, waiting for him to confirm her question. “Yes, you were. What were you afraid of, sweetheart?”

She closed her eyes, and her face scrunched up in an obvious attempt to force thoughts into her head.

“I…I don’t remember.” Frustrated, she dropped her head back onto the pillow and released a low, discouraging growl. “How is it that I can recall so much about my past—you, even—but I can’t remember other things? I feel like there’s a huge, gaping hole in my life.”

She sounded near to panic over her inability to control what her mind could and couldn’t recollect. Weaving their fingers together, he sought to soothe her the best he could. “I’m here for you, Natalie, for anything you want or need. Anything at all.” And he meant it, too.

She pushed her breakfast tray aside, her appetite obviously gone. “I want my memory back. All of it,” she said stubbornly.

Of course, she’d ask for a wish he couldn’t grant. Knowing she was desperate, he focused on the positive. “Tell you what, let’s concentrate on the things you do remember.”

Her gaze touched his eyes, lingering long enough to make him feel as though she could see all the way into his soul. She took in the rest of his features slowly, as if scrutinizing each one, then finally came to rest on his mouth.

“I remember kissing you,” she said abruptly, her voice low and husky with awareness. She dampened her bottom lip with her tongue, and her breathing deepened. “Come here,” she whispered.

Mesmerized by her request, he moved the small table in front of her completely out of their way and leaned toward her, bracing a hand on the pillow beside her head. The position caused his chest to press against her full, generous breasts, and he had the fleeting thought that he wished they were both naked so he could feel her skin on skin.

He was uncertain what she intended, but whatever she had planned, he was a willing participant.

Her soft, slender hand traveled up his arm to his shoulder, then her fingers slipped through the hair at the nape of his neck and she drew his head down to hers. Lost in the need reflecting in her eyes, he complied, watching as her lashes fluttered closed and her lips parted for him even before their mouths touched.

While their first kiss had been an act of desperation, this one was born of the sensuality that burned bright between them. She nibbled on his bottom lip, and he let her have free rein to taste and explore to her heart’s content, no matter the cost to him physically. He was already hard and thick, completely aroused—a normal, lusty reaction when it came to her.

When she deepened the kiss, he welcomed the damp heat and slow, penetrating slide of her tongue, and met it with his own. He stroked long and slow, hot and deep, and she kissed him back the same way, eagerly and instinctively. So much passion. So much heat. Intense and uninhibited.

A purr of pleasure rumbled in her throat, and he groaned in appreciation, too. She was an irresistible temptation, a searing drug to his deprived libido, and she made him restless and hungry for more of her.

By the time she let him go, she was panting for breath and his own pulse was racing wildly. Their faces were still only inches away, and he wanted to drown in those trusting, velvety blue eyes of hers. Wanted to strip away the sheet and the flimsy gown separating them and bury himself deep inside her lush body.

The latter wasn’t an option. Not here. Not now. Not until she regained her memory and could better define her emotions. It was obvious to him that she didn’t realize that she’d been avoiding him and her attraction to him for months now. But this Natalie was giving into desires that had always been inside of her, desires she’d hidden from him before today.

Interesting.

A lazy smile hitched up the corner of his mouth. “And that was for…?” he murmured questioningly.

She caressed her palm along his cheek and skimmed her thumb along his full bottom lip, though her gaze never left his. “I needed to make sure what I feel for you is real.”

“And is it?” He had to know.

“As real as I know it to be. You feel good and right, and I really like kissing you.”