lips, swiping at the taste of her. It wasn’t enough. He needed more, always more. He groaned against her lips at the feel of Chloe’s tongue peeking out tentatively to savour the taste of him. It was so fucking hot. The sensation of feasting on her lips as she licked and sucked at his own had his cock growing harder by the fucking second.
His tongue swiped over her bottom lip after lightly biting it. Randall pulled away from the kiss almost breathless. Chloe moaned at the sudden loss of contact from him. He stared into her eyes and saw the blaze of heat she held for him.
“I want you, Chloe, don’t ever forget it. I’ve always wanted you.”
With her hands on his chest, Chloe tried to shove him away from her. Randall didn’t budge. “What the hell does that even mean, Jon? You act like you’ve known me for years and yet you haven’t.”
“Chloe, don’t you remember our first kiss?”
“Yes, it was just then.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Of course it was our first kiss. A pretty damn good one, might I add.”
He smirked briefly at her comment before sobering up. “No, Chloe, our first kiss was on a starless night underneath the big old oak tree up at your parents’ house.”
Chloe shook her head at him. Randall knew then she had no idea what he was talking about.
“I think you have me confused with some other woman,” she told him. Her disappointment echoed in her voice.
“I’m not confused, Chloe. Don’t you remember?”
Chloe gave him another shove with her hands upon his chest as she said, “Remember the bloody hell what?”
Randall tugged at his hair in frustration as he spoke to her. “Don’t you remember your sixteenth birthday party? I was there. You were there. You were wearing this soft, floaty pink summer dress with ties at the shoulders. After about an hour at your party we both left together. We headed up to our oak tree at the back of your parents’ property.”
“I don’t remember. I can’t remember anything that happened from the time I turned sixteen and the following six months after that.”
“What do you mean you don’t remember?”
“Exactly what it means, Jon. I don’t remember. I have no memory of what happened to me during those six months. I’ve tried everything, including hypnosis, in an effort to get those missing six months back. Nothing worked.” Chloe stepped back from him then and he let her go, knowing she needed the space. “Every so often I get flashes, like images of things, events, people, but they are so quick I can barely make out what it is. None of the images last long enough to create a full memory. So to answer your question, Jon, I don’t knowwhat happened back then. I don’tknow what or if something happened between us. What I do know is I feel like I somehow know you. I just don’t know how or why.”
Even though he listened to every single word that fell from her lips, Randall still couldn’t believe it. Her words churned around in his head as he tried to make sense of them. Chloe didn’t remember their time together at all? She didn’t remember the night he took her virginity underneath their oak tree or the countless other times he had made love to her? Just hearing her say she couldn’t recall their very first kiss hurt more than any of the other things she couldn’t remember. Their first kiss was also the first time Randall had ever kissed a girl that he wasn’t related to in some way. And to have Chloe tell him she couldn’t remember it, well, it stung like a bitch.
Closing the distance between them, Randall wrapped his arms around Chloe’s waist, bringing her closer to him. Suddenly he needed to feel her in his arms, needed to feel her heart beating next to his own. To know she was actually here with him and that this wasn’t all a dream. He knew his immediate goal was to help Chloe remember their time together. He lifted her head up from his chest and ran a finger down her
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