and told her she was amazing. The tension left her shoulders, and she urged him toward her. “You’re right. I’d never forget you. How could I? I’ve never done anything even remotely like this.”
“This is a first for me, too. You’re a first,” he said as he returned his lips to her skin, this time kissing along her collarbone.
Her lids drifted shut as a wave of sensation slid along her nerve endings. “You feel so good.”
“Just wait,” he whispered against the swell of her breast. “I’m going to make you feel a lot better.”
He lowered his head and sighed.
But that nagging doubt wouldn’t completely wane. Some cautions were just too ingrained. Had lived inside her soul for too long. Owen sighed again, but this time not from pleasure. “You’re still worried,” he said.
“How could you tell?”
He made a face that said don’t be ridiculous.
“I just can’t imagine how weird it would be to wake up and not remember a thing. I don’t want to start all over again with you. I want to wake up and be exactly where I am right now,” she told him, wiggling her hips against his. He groaned.
“I have an idea. Hotels always have notepads and paper. We’ll write notes to ourselves, just in case.”
“Good idea.”
She scrambled off the bed in search of paper and pens, pausing only long enough to twist back into her bra and slide her shirt over her arms. Living in the moment was one thing. Doing it topless while a sexy man gazed upon you was quite another. Too unnerving. More like too distracting. She needed to keep her emotions battened down tight just a little bit longer.
A few minutes later she sat at the dinette, trying to decide what to write.
Dear Stella,
Okay, really? That was just pathetic.
In case you don’t remember last night, let me just tell you that you are one lucky woman. Lucky because you get to discover all over again what a great kisser Owen is. In fact, he is everything you’d want in a man. Besides sexy as hell, he’s adventurous, caring and clearly knows how to give you org—
Okay, so she didn’t know that yet, but c’mon. The man gave her the quakes and shivers just by licking her nipples.
Actually, maybe this whole note-to-herself thing was kind of dumb. Sure there were strange side effects with any medication, but twenty-four-hour memory loss would be...odd. Clearly the woman had been just trying to scare them, which, frankly, was very unethical.
But could Stella really blame her? The poor lady probably would have said anything to keep them from leaving. Stella owed PharmaTest, and specifically the unknown lady, a big apology. Thankfully she didn’t have to feel too guilty; drug testers used large pools of volunteers specifically because many people dropped out of studies for any number of reasons.
Across from her, Owen clicked his pen and placed it on the table. “Already done?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Didn’t need to say much.”
Was that a good thing?
“What did you write?” he asked, picking up the pen again and twirling it between his fingers.
She playfully held the note card to her chest. Was he nervous? Worried that she’d say something negative about him? That was kind of endearing and sweet. Of course, endearing and sweet didn’t guarantee him a peek at her letter. She stuffed it in her purse.
“What I wrote is a secret. Besides, I’d only gotten a few sentences in when I realized these notes might be a waste of time anyway. In fact, just to make this interesting...”
Stella reached for a new note card and wrote in large block letters:
DON’T TRUST TONY AND HAYDEN.
His brow furrowed for a moment. Then he laughed. Man, that was one sexy laugh. The kind that made shivers tingle down her spine. “Nice one. May I?”
She handed him the pen, his rough fingers sliding along hers. Had he done that on purpose just to touch her? He’d used a perfectly good pen moments ago when he’d written his own note card.
He scribbled something on a new note card.
She turned the note so she could read it. “Oh, you have terrible handwriting. And I’m the one who’s going to be a doctor.” Then she read:
Don’t trust anyone.
“We should make more and hide them around the room,” she suggested. They spent the next few minutes writing even more notes to themselves until all the paper was used. She laughed until her shoulders shook and she had to lean against the doorframe of the bedroom.
“We are either going to find this really funny or so dumb when we wake up in the morning,” he told her.
She felt the warmth of his breath and turned. When had he gotten so close? Stella gripped the hem of his polo shirt and tugged it up his chest. Owen helped her pop it over his head.
Shirtless beside her, Owen seemed so much more intimidating. His body was a finely tuned masterpiece of honed muscle. She traced the tattoo of a flame, ax and helmet on his bicep. His muscles tightened under the gentle exploration of her fingers.
“So you really are a firefighter.”
“You doubted me?”
“I can see guys making up having that job and using it to their advantage. Some women find firemen kind of hot.”
“The only woman I want to find it hot is you.”
“How often do you carry people fireman-style?” she asked, her fingers now following the tight pec muscles of his chest. He had to be strong to battle his way through walls and burning debris to save people who were frightened and suffering from smoke inhalation.
“It’s part of the training. Care for a demonstration?” he asked, his tone teasing.
“Absolutely.”
“There’s a price,” he warned, and he began to nuzzle the back of her neck.
“And your terms are?” Whatever it was, she doubted it would be too tough a debt to pay.
“What does your note card say about me?” he asked as he licked the column of her neck.
“Mmmmm.” Her knees trembled and she leaned against the tower of his body.
“Stella,” he prompted.
Wow. Was he actually apprehensive about what she’d told her future self about him? She planned to keep her ideas of his orgasm-inducing abilities to herself. “It’s no big deal what I wrote. We’re not really going to forget tonight, and writing them was just a waste of time. What did you write about me?” she challenged. No way would he show it to her.
But Owen dug the note card from
