Page 67 of Remember Me

“Baby, what did I say about doing that?” My gaze sharpens on her, and my hold tightens.

Shrugging, Lottie whispers in a very innocent voice, “I don’t remember, was it to do it more often?”

“You are such a fucking tease. When I get you home, I’m going to show you how cruel it is to tease me.”

Her breath catches. “H-how are you going to do that?”

“You’ll see, baby.”

Stumbling through the door to Lottie’s house, our lips and tongues are on every part of skin available. God, I can’t get enough of this woman. The softness of her skin, her scent—it never fails to get my dick hard.

We make it to her bedroom, and I’m stone-cold sober. Lottie’s a little tipsy, but nowhere near what she was the night of our first kiss. Thank God for small mercies.

Spreading her out on the bed, I catch her rubbing her leg and wincing in pain.

“You ok?” I check, rubbing my hands up and down her arms as I lay down next to her.

“My leg’s just a bit sore. I think I’ve been doing too much without my crutches,” she sighs as she leans into my touch.

“How about I draw you a nice hot bath with as many bubbles as I can find, and you can relax for a bit?”

“That sounds heavenly, I haven’t relaxed in the tub since before the accident.”

“Your wish is my command. You stay there, and I’ll go get it started.” I kiss her forehead and head for the bathroom.

While I wait for the water to rise, I find some candles and set about lighting them all around the small room. Since it’s pitch-black outside, it sets the mood off nicely for what I have in store for my girl.

Heading back into the bedroom, I find Lottie scrolling through her phone, laughing at some cat meme which she's now thrusting into my face. “J, look: he’s dressed like Batman.”

“Come on, bath is ready.” Lifting her up to take the weight off her leg, I carry her into the bathroom, where she gasps at the number of bubbles—I may have gone slightly overboard.

“Let me help you get undressed, baby, and then I’ll help you get into the water so you don’t fall.”

Once she’s in, she scoots forward, rests her arms on the ledge of the tub, and looks up at me. With those lashes of hers fluttering, and the alcohol making her brave, she asks, “Aren’t you going to join me?”

“Just try and stop me.”

Chapter 46

Charlotte

In a trance, I watch as Jake undresses in front of me. I’ve seen him naked so many times now, but every time is like the first as my eyes drop to his defined abs and the tattoos decorating his right arm. The one of me catches my attention, and emotion floods me that he wanted to permanently mark his skin with an image of me.

Sliding his body behind mine, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his hard chest. My head falls back on instinct, resting on his shoulder, and my eyes flutter shut; every muscle relaxes at his gentle touch. I get lost in the feel of his caress as he soothes, not only my muscles, but my mind as well, warming me from the inside. As he glides his hands down my body, a familiar sense of heat pools in my belly, and when he continues further—grazing my hip bone—a gasp escapes me. Kissing my shoulder, his mouth curves up against my heated skin and moves his hands away from where I need him most and lets them settle on my stomach. His cock is nestled against my back, and it grows harder with every lingering touch. Knowing what I do to him makes me brave, and I move my ass against him, causing him to hiss. “Don’t forget what I said earlier, baby.”

My mind is completely blank, what did he say?

Reaching my pussy, he slides a finger along my slit, and I immediately buck up into his touch. We’ve played with each other a lot since that fateful day, and every touch feels as exhilarating as the first time. My fingers dig into his scalp, causing a groan to fall from his lips and only fueling my need for him. Jake’s breath is hot on my skin, our lips crash together, and our tongues tangle as he applies more pressure to my clit, making me whimper into his mouth.

His other hand moves back up my body and starts working overtime on my pebbled nipples. My body is a raging inferno, and from the firm hold he has me in, I can’t touch him like I want to.

“Jake,” I cry out as his fingers swirl around my clit and down to my opening. “I want to touch you too.” My breathing is labored as he pulls away and turns me around. The water is splashing over the tub as I straddle his naked body—this is what I needed.

Delving my hands back into his hair, I rejoin my mouth to his. We’re fused together, but craving more, I grind over him—wanting and needing to be closer. Something is holding me back, though. My mind is still holding me in place, still keeping me from having him in the only way I will feel totally complete.

Breaking our kiss, Jake moves his lips achingly slow down my neck, causing goosebumps to erupt in his wake. He licks and sucks with an intensity that has my mind reeling. My back arches as he nibbles and bites the juncture where my neck and shoulders meet.

Reaching down, I palm his length, loving the smooth, silky feel of him. The bubbly water is making it easier for me to jerk him as I try to remember how he likes it. We’ve done this a few times now, but I still need reassurance from him I’m doing it right.