A Royal Amnesia Scandal

Kate’s hands pushed against his shoulders as she broke the kiss. “Wait.”

She turned, coming free from his hold. With her rigid back to him, Luc’s nerves ramped up a level. “Kate, what’s wrong?”

“I want to tell you,” she whispered. “I need to tell you, but I don’t know how much I can safely say without affecting your memory.”

Taking a step toward her, he cupped his hands over her shoulders. “Then don’t say anything. Can’t we just enjoy this moment?”

She turned in his arms, stared up at him and smiled. “I’ve never been happier than I am right now. I just worry what will happen once you remember everything.”

His lips slid across hers. “I’m not thinking of my memory. I only want to make up for what we did this morning.”

A catch in her breath had him pausing. Her eyes locked onto his.

“I want to make love to you properly, Kate.”

Her body shuddered beneath his hands. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Luc.”

Something primal ripped through him at the same time he saw a flash of Kate wearing a fitted skirt suit, bending over her desk to reach papers. He shook off the image. She’d already said she was his assistant, so that flash wasn’t adding anything new to the mix.

Right now he had more pressing matters involving his beautiful fiancée.

“I want you wearing my ring, the weight of my body and nothing else.”

Luc gave the halter tie on her neck a tug, stepping back just enough to have the material floating down over her bare breasts. With a quick yank, he pulled the dress and sent it swishing to the floor around her feet. Next he rid her of her silky pink panties.

With her hair tossed around her shoulders, her mouth swollen from his kisses, Luc simply stared at her, as if taking all this in for the first time.

“Perfect,” he muttered, gliding his hands over her hips and around her waist. “Absolutely perfect and totally mine.”

The breeze from the open patio doors enveloped them. The sunset just on the horizon created an ambience even he couldn’t have bought. And everything about this moment overshadowed all that was wrong in his mind with the amnesia.

Guiding Kate backward, he led her to a chaise. When her legs bumped against the edge, Luc pressed on her shoulders, silently easing her down. Once she lay all spread out for his appreciation, he started tugging off his own clothes. The way her eyes traveled over his body, studying him, did something to his ego he couldn’t explain. He found himself wanting to know what she thought when she looked at him, what she felt. All this was still new to him and he wanted to savor every single moment of their lovemaking.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” he murmured.

Her brows quirked. “Seriously? You don’t think it was a memory of something?”

Luc rested one hand on the back of the chaise, another on the cushion at her hip. As he loomed over her, his body barely brushed the tips of her breasts.

“I’m sure,” he whispered. “You were on my balcony, naked, smiling. Ready for me.”

A cloud of passion filled her eyes as she continued to stare up at him.

“Maybe I had that fantasy when I first looked at this place, or maybe I had that vision since we’ve been here.” He nipped at her collarbone, gliding up her exposed throat. “Either way, you were meant to be here. With me. Only me.”

Kate’s body arched into his as her fingertips trailed up his biceps and rested at his shoulders. “Only you,” she muttered.

Luc eased down, settling between her legs. The moment his lips touched hers, he joined them, slowly taking everything she was willing to give. This all-consuming need he had for her only grew with each passing moment. Kate was in his blood, in his heart. Was it any wonder he wanted to marry her and spend his life with her?

Kate’s fingertips dug into his skin as she rested her forehead against his shoulder. Luc knew from the little pants, the soft moans, that she was on the brink of release.

He kissed her neck, working his way up to that spot behind her ear he already knew was a trigger. Her body clenched around him as she cried out his name. Before she stopped trembling, he was falling over the edge, too, wrapped in the arms of the woman he loved, surrounded by a haze of euphoria that kept away all the ugly worries and doubts.

All that mattered was Kate and their beautiful life together.

* * *

His hand slid over her flat stomach. There was a baby, his baby, growing inside her. He hadn’t thought much about being a father, but the idea warmed something within him.