turned back to me.
Unabashedly, I continued to stare at him.
“Are you tired?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Then stop looking at me like that, because now all I want to do is fuck you.”
Wes had my attention the second he walked out of the bathroom, but now I was transfixed. I slowly sat up, reached out, and hooked my finger around the hem of the towel and tugged him closer and gave him a wicked smile. “Suddenly, I’m not so tired anymore.”
Seconds later I felt his warm body on top of mine, pinning me to the bed. With my eyes still closed, I smiled at the ceiling and wrapped my arms around his neck. I desperately wanted him to kiss me, but he had other ideas. He kissed my neck. The line of my jaw. My cheeks.
By the time his lips hovered over mine, my nails were digging into his skin, creating crescent-shaped marks. My breath was coming out in small little pants.
He waited another second and then he kissed me. There was nothing sweet and gentle. Like the one from earlier today. This one was fervent, as if he thought if he kissed me hard enough maybe he could tame this all-consuming desire between us. Propping myself up on my elbows, I kissed him back with the same intensity.
His hands slipped beneath my shirt, drifted up my stomach, and possessively cupped my breasts.
This was what I went crazy over. In public Wes was controlled and contained. Alone he was entirely different: wild, almost dangerous. He grabbed on to me, his fingers sinking into my skin. He issued commands and I followed every single one. It was a thrill to tap into this unknown side.
The hunger between us continued to grow.
I sat up long enough to take my top off. My pants were next to go. I reached out to touch him, and he captured my hands, holding them so tightly there was no way of breaking free and placing them above my head.
“Not yet,” he panted.
The chase was a thrill, intoxicating. Seduction was a game to Wes and he played it well.
I smiled, feeling myself go half-mad. The towel dropped from his waist, revealing just how hard he was. His grip loosened and I reached out, my hand curling around the length of him. With heavy-lidded eyes, he watched. My grip tightened just the smallest bit. His mouth parted and he sucked in a sharp breath. I couldn’t look away, even if I tried.
Wes always craved control in every aspect of his life, but in moments like these I called the shots and loved every second of it.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
He pushed my legs apart. With his hands on either side of my head, Wes thrust into me. My eyes closed and I sucked in a sharp breath.
Wes slid in and out of me so agonizingly slowly that my hips bucked and my heels dug into the mattress. He watched every move I made with a possessive gleam in his eyes.
I could feel a buildup inside me: Blood rushed through my veins; my skin was hot to the touch.
Wes rolled his hips. Sweat beaded over his upper lip and hairline. His pace quickened and for one distinct second, we felt like one. So entwined in each other’s lives that nothing could ever tear us apart.
I closed my eyes but behind my lids I saw only Wes.
November 2015
“Victoria?”
Gradually I come back to the present. The warmth of the sunshine on my skin recedes. The happiness of the memory fades. I’m back to wearing my black sweatpants, gray T-shirt, and a robe. The smell disappears and is replaced with that of Lysol.
This is a reality check if ever there was one.
“Victoria? Are you okay?” Dr. Calloway peers at me, concern etched on her features.
I hold up the wedding picture. “I remember this day.”
“For the first time?”
I nod and, in detail, explain what I saw. She writes it all down. Not once interrupting me. When I’m done talking she drops her pen and gives me a faint smile.
My hands are shaking at the memory and I can barely hold Evelyn. It was so vivid, so real that it’s impossible that it happened years ago instead of right now.
“This is great,” Dr. Calloway says with a big smile. “You remembered something.”
I know Dr. Calloway is thinking about the bigger picture, but I’m impatient. I’m willing to do just about anything to get out of this place. I want instant results. Remember one memory, remember them all.
“How many pictures