there ever...other people?” She wasn’t sure why she asked, but something tickled at the back of her brain, that she and Bo might not have been very vanilla in their sex lives.
“No. Never that. Only us. I don’t like to share.”
She let out a breath of relief. “Good. Me, either. At least, I don’t think so. So that means, um, we’re exclusive for this time, too, right? You’re not seeing anyone else right now?”
“I haven’t seen or been with another woman since we broke up.”
That surprised her, but she didn’t say so.
“So yes, we’re exclusive for now. Are you still on birth control?”
“Yes.” The conversation was so...calm, so businesslike, but all the same, her blood was rushing to every spot that it needed to and a few extra.
She wanted him. As they sat there talking, she could barely hold back from touching him.
“I haven’t been with anyone else, but if you want me to use protection, I will. We never did, not after the first month together.”
She considered that for a few minutes. If he were a stranger, she’d never go for it, of course. She thought about that photo on the beach. Bo wouldn’t lie to her. Not about this.
“I don’t know if I was with anyone else.”
The flicker of pain in his face made her immediately regret the disclosure. “But I had every test imaginable when I was hospitalized, and I’m completely healthy. Well, except for the memory loss.”
He reached over and cupped a hand around her jaw. Bo stared into her eyes so hard, she couldn’t say anything else. That was okay; the expression on his face told her that they were done talking.
* * *
BO SAW THE flush move up Erin’s throat. She’d been getting aroused simply by talking about their agreement. But this was more than he expected, too. Though he should have considered it, he hadn’t considered that Erin had no memory of sex whatsoever. She wasn’t a virgin, physically, but if she couldn’t remember ever having sex...wasn’t that almost the same thing?
This was about more than trying to trigger a few memories. It was about making some new ones for her, whether he’d thought of that or not. But here he was, and he wanted her. Desperately.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked, sitting across from him, her hands in her lap.
He lounged back, throwing one arm over the back of the sofa, open to her.
“What do you want, Erin?”
She scooted closer, her thighs pushing up against his. “I want to kiss you.”
Bo was hard again, but he was going to let her set the pace if it killed him.
He remembered his first time, which was also the first time for the girl he had been with, too. They’d kissed a lot, fumbled a lot and had fun. It hadn’t mattered that neither of them really knew what they were doing, and he’d been fifteen, so there was no way he could have.
But now it mattered, though he also knew a lot more, and wanted to make this good for her. Memorable.
Erin licked her lower lip, looking slightly unsure, and he shifted so that he could slide his arm behind her, pulling her up close.
“A good old-fashioned make-out session, then?” he said with a smile, looking into her eyes.
He didn’t wait for her answer as he looped his arm around the back of her neck and pulled her close, trapping her against him as his lips covered hers.
The previous kisses they’d shared at the bar and the diner had been rushed and hungry. They had time now. Nowhere to be; no need to hurry. So he didn’t. Bo took his time, exploring every angle of her mouth, starting with light, teasing kisses that she returned enthusiastically as he gradually deepened his exploration.
She was so damned sweet. He hadn’t spent this much time kissing anyone—only kissing—in a very long time. He and Erin had enjoyed kissing, but it was usually an accompaniment to what else they were doing. Only new couples ever sat and kissed like this, and it made him realize they never really had. Their first time had been hot and insane, in the truck outside the diner. They’d skipped this sweet-hot buildup. The slow part. It was intoxicating.
Though he wasn’t sure how much he could take when she turned the tables, pushing him back on the sofa and crawling over his lap to straddle him. Still, they continued only to kiss, though the heat was climbing as the kisses became more carnal. Wetter, deeper...their tongues doing what he wanted to do to her elsewhere.
She moaned against him, pressing her breasts to his chest, and shifting to grind herself against the ridge in his jeans.
Erin may have forgotten her sex life, but she remembered how to move her body all too well. He was too hot, too ready for her to keep doing that without him losing it.
She was in the same condition, if the quick little panting sounds she made into his neck as she nipped him there meant anything.
He put his hands on her hips, held her still.
“Two more minutes of that, honey, and this will be all over with,” he said hoarsely, wishing he had more control. But it had been a long time, and this was every fantasy that had kept him awake for months coming true.
She leaned her forehead against his. “Sorry, I need...you, Bo. Now.”
ERIN COULD HAVE cried with joy and relief as Bo met her eyes, his gaze warm.
“I need you, too.”
Until now, she thought it might not really happen. She waited, but he didn’t do anything. Then she realized he was waiting.
For her.
“I really am ready, Bo.”
He relaxed a bit and reached for her. “I think getting these clothes off would be a good start, then.”
She smiled as she bent down to drag her lips along his jaw, over to his mouth where she tasted him again for long, starving minutes, as if she hadn’t just kissed him for a full half hour straight.
She began to pull her shirt off, but he stood and stopped her.
“Not here. Upstairs.”
A part of her didn’t want to stop—what if one of them had second thoughts? What if they lost the mood? She left her doubts unspoken as she led him up the stairs.
Her room was as plain and boring as the rest of the house, but he didn’t seem to care. She headed to the bed, but he guided her gently to the other side of the room, instead. In front of the large mirror on the wall.
Then he reached around her from behind and started undoing the buttons of her blouse,
