Remember Me(105)

By: Ashlee Mallory

She pulled his head down and kissed him fiercely with all the pent up, furious, overflowing passion she’d been holding back for so many years. Had it only been a week ago that they’d first kissed? With satisfaction, she felt his body instantly respond. His hand found her breast, and she caught her breath as she luxuriated in the pleasure.

“You’re killing me,” he finally muttered in between kisses.

“Good.” She molded her body shamelessly to his. This time, he wrenched his mouth away, his breath ragged. “If we don’t stop now I’m afraid there’ll be a lot of people out there who will go back to considering me a debaucher of innocents.” He cleared his throat. “With good reason.”

“Promise?” She smiled and pulled him back to her, savoring the passion and hunger that sizzled between them. She wanted so much more than just kisses. His mouth went to her neck, and her legs nearly buckled underneath her. “Stay tonight,” she whispered. “Vi’s going to Ryan’s. It’ll just be us.”

He groaned and lifted his head so he could meet her gaze. He fingered a piece of hair that had fallen to her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. “You’re making this impossible. I wanted to take you out for a proper first date. But hell if I can resist you.”

He kissed her again, and for a moment, she briefly entertained the idea of locking the door and having her way with him. Until the unmistakable sound of her stepmother calling her name brought her crashing back to reality.

“I guess we should get out there. It’s probably time for birthday cake.”

“You go ahead,” he said and shifted his stance with a grimace. “I’ll just be a minute.”

She laughed and touched his handsome face, twisted into a wry smile. “Take all the time you need,” she said and opened the door to slip out.

“Allie.” His voice stopped her, and she turned to look at him again. He was grinning. “Your bra is undone.”

And with the steady hand of a girl who’d watched Flashdance more than once, she slid the straps off her shoulders and, as he watched, hypnotized, pulled it from the front of her dress and handed it to him.

He wasn’t grinning anymore.

“Better?” she asked and waggled her brows as he gulped.

“Better than I’d ever hoped for,” he whispered.

Excitement and happiness flared in her belly. She turned to go, then paused. Whirling back around, she sent him her brightest smile. “And Sam? I love you, too.”

His lips crooked into a lopsided smile. “Of course you do.”

Exhilarated at the prospect of an incredible future with an even more incredible man, she went out to face her family’s inquisitive gazes.

Molly was certainly going to love this one.

But not nearly as much as she did.


Big thanks to my fabulous assistant editor, Stephen Morgan, whose suggestions and tireless review of my story throughout the editing process deserves chocolate. Lots of chocolate. Or, at least, chocolate power bars. Also thanks to senior editor Nina Bruhns for cutting those darlings and giving the story the final polish it needed.