Page 16 of Memories of You

“You like it?”

“I do.” He gets onto the bed, sitting next to me and idlystroking his fingertips over my bare skin. “Touch yourself more,” he says.“Show me what you did when we were kids. When you were in bed late at night,fantasizing that I’d climbed through your window.”

“Renly…” My cheeks are burning.

“Here,” he says, “I’ll help you.” He puts his hand overmine, then together we lightly tease my nipple before he guides my fingers downover my abdomen, then around my navel until we reach my pussy. I’m waxed, andhe slides my fingertips over smooth skin before landing on my slick, sensitiveclit.

“Inside,” he says, his own fingers teasing my clit as he waitsfor me to comply. “Tell me the truth,” he continues. “You’d fingerfuck yourself,wouldn’t you? And you’d pretend it was me.”

“Yes.” It’s the truth, but I’m so turned on I would havelied even if it wasn’t.

“Show me.”

I don’t hesitate—all hesitation and embarrassment have beenwashed away by a wild, sensual greed. I do as he says, thrusting three fingersinside myself as my hips move in time with my own demands. My eyes are closed,but I feel the way his hand tenses as he cups my mound. The way his breathinghas become more ragged.

And then, finally, he growls, “Enough.”

I open my eyes, surprised, only to lose myself in a hard,punishing kiss as he moves on top of me. “I don’t want to take it slow,” hesays.

“No,” I say, wanting him to just take, and to do it hard.“Not slow.”

I see heat flare in his eyes before he reaches between ourbodies to adjust himself. And then, in one long, deep thrust, he spreads mewide and buries himself inside me.

I close my eyes, arching back as he pounds into me, deep andhard, teasing all my sensitive spots with the girth of him filling me and hisfingers on my clit. Deeper and deeper, and when he tells me to open my eyes, Ido, and I look into his as we move in rhythm together until finally—finally—Iexplode around him, my body clenching tightly to his cock.

He arches up, cries out, then collapses beside me. For amoment, he is completely motionless. Then he rolls over and kisses me, hisfingers casually playing with my nipple as if he owns me. Which, of course, hedoes.

“That,” he says. “That was my fantasy.”

I sigh happily. “Yeah,” I say. “Me, too.”

Chapter Seven

Renly stood in Abby’s bathroom, his hands pressed to theFormica countertop, his eyes staring straight into his own in the mirror. Christ,last night was incredible. Making love, but also simply holding her in his armsand talking as they drifted off to sleep.

Yeah, absolutely wonderful.

And a mistake. A wonderful, terrible mistake.

He drew a deep breath, the weight of regret drowning out theshouts of joy that were ricocheting inside of him. This was on him. Heshould’ve said no.

She’d flat-out told him that she wasn’t a casual sex kind ofgirl. They’d talked about it. She’d opened up to him in a way they hadn’t donesince they were kids, when no topic was too dicey.

So what that she’d said yes?

So what that she’d made the first move and sworn to him itwas okay?

Deep down, it wasn’t what she wanted, and he knew that. Thatwas the whole point of their talk last night. The whole reason why she’d quitdating that guy Travis. The whole reason why she’d gotten on that app. To tryto find someone permanent. Something real.

It was old-fashioned and sweet and a little quaint, and heimagined that there were a lot of people in the world who thought that she wasa fool for wanting that integrity. He wasn’t one of those people. He reallywasn’t.

And yet he’d still pulled her close. He’d still buriedhimself inside her in a goddamned wave of passion. He’d still done everythingwrong, and damned if it hadn’t felt so very right.

“You’re an idiot. You know that, right?” His reflection juststared back at him, unwilling to share its secrets or share the blame.

He turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face. Thenhe grabbed the towel, dried off, and opened the bathroom door. She was sittingon the edge of the bed in the Minnie Mouse shirt looking at him. He felt theweight of accusation in her eyes, but when he looked close he didn’t actuallysee it. It was all in his imagination.

“It’s okay, you know.”