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got an instant reminder of that attraction. It suddenly raced through her. Hot and wild. As if her huge pregnant belly wasn’t a hindrance to anything sexual.
Brandon made a sound, deep within his throat. A sort of rumbling. That sound stirred through her as well. So did his scent. Something manly and woodsy. That scent alerted every part of her body that hadn’t already been alerted.
“This can’t happen,” she whispered.
“Yeah.”
But the single word had hardly left his mouth when he dragged her to him and put his lips on hers. His scent had caused a jolt, but the kiss created an avalanche.
Willa found herself sliding her arms around him and pulling him closer. She found herself deepening the kiss. And she found herself getting lost in the steamy maze of passion she immediately knew she couldn’t control. She was on fire, and her body was urging her to keep pulling him closer, to keep kissing him, to continue this insanity no matter the cost.
If she’d thought his scent had her hormonal number, his taste was even more potent. That taste drew her in. And so did Brandon’s embrace. His kiss was gentle and left her with no doubts that it was exactly what she wanted.
But shouldn’t have.
Willa latched on to that thought and kept mentally repeating it. However, she wasn’t the one to stop the kiss. It was Brandon. He eased her away from him and glanced at the monitor.
“I have to keep you safe,” he said with a lot of regret and heavy breath in his voice.
Since safety was the main reason they were here in the car, Willa had no comeback for that. He did need to keep an eye on the monitor. He needed to protect her because that was the only way to keep her baby safe. Still, it was a battle to get herself to move away from him.
Willa settled into the seat and tried to level her breathing. Her body was still on fire, but her brain just kept reminding her that she had done the right thing by stopping the makeout session—even if it felt wrong.
“Are you sure we weren’t lovers?” she asked, trying to keep things light.
“I’m sure.” There was no lightness in his voice. It was strained, just like his expression. The need was still in his intense brown eyes. But the corner of his mouth lifted. “Trust me, I would have remembered having sex with you.”
Yes. And even with her amnesia, Willa thought she might have remembered, too. Brandon had a unique way of being unforgettable.
Well, maybe.
She glanced down at the PDA cupped in her hand and scrolled through the photos and information she’d stored there. She remembered everything she’d recorded for the past two weeks. Prior to that, her memory was spotty and prior to that, there were huge gaps. Two weeks wasn’t nearly enough time for her to trust herself. So, Willa began making notes. About the attack from Martin Shore. About Brandon.
About everything.
She had to get everything down before she fell asleep, and that wouldn’t be long. Despite the fiery kiss and Brandon’s closeness, her body would soon have to rest.
“The night can be the worst time for me,” she explained to Brandon as she continued to type. “Sometimes, when I wake up, everything in my memory is gone.”
And she meant everything.
He stayed quiet a moment. “What should I do if that happens?”
“Run,” she joked. But then she shook her head. “I’ll be confused. I might even try to attack you because I won’t know who you are. But just remind me that your picture is in here.” She tapped her PDA.
Brandon looked at it, then at her. His gaze lingered a moment on her face, and on a heavy breath, he turned back to the monitor.
“Sleep,” he insisted.
She nodded but didn’t close her eyes. Willa pulled the covers to her chin, snuggling them around her so she’d stay warm, but she fastened her attention to the monitor. Thanks to the four cameras, every angle of the house and attached garage were covered. Even in the darkness, they would be able to see someone
Brandon made a sound, deep within his throat. A sort of rumbling. That sound stirred through her as well. So did his scent. Something manly and woodsy. That scent alerted every part of her body that hadn’t already been alerted.
“This can’t happen,” she whispered.
“Yeah.”
But the single word had hardly left his mouth when he dragged her to him and put his lips on hers. His scent had caused a jolt, but the kiss created an avalanche.
Willa found herself sliding her arms around him and pulling him closer. She found herself deepening the kiss. And she found herself getting lost in the steamy maze of passion she immediately knew she couldn’t control. She was on fire, and her body was urging her to keep pulling him closer, to keep kissing him, to continue this insanity no matter the cost.
If she’d thought his scent had her hormonal number, his taste was even more potent. That taste drew her in. And so did Brandon’s embrace. His kiss was gentle and left her with no doubts that it was exactly what she wanted.
But shouldn’t have.
Willa latched on to that thought and kept mentally repeating it. However, she wasn’t the one to stop the kiss. It was Brandon. He eased her away from him and glanced at the monitor.
“I have to keep you safe,” he said with a lot of regret and heavy breath in his voice.
Since safety was the main reason they were here in the car, Willa had no comeback for that. He did need to keep an eye on the monitor. He needed to protect her because that was the only way to keep her baby safe. Still, it was a battle to get herself to move away from him.
Willa settled into the seat and tried to level her breathing. Her body was still on fire, but her brain just kept reminding her that she had done the right thing by stopping the makeout session—even if it felt wrong.
“Are you sure we weren’t lovers?” she asked, trying to keep things light.
“I’m sure.” There was no lightness in his voice. It was strained, just like his expression. The need was still in his intense brown eyes. But the corner of his mouth lifted. “Trust me, I would have remembered having sex with you.”
Yes. And even with her amnesia, Willa thought she might have remembered, too. Brandon had a unique way of being unforgettable.
Well, maybe.
She glanced down at the PDA cupped in her hand and scrolled through the photos and information she’d stored there. She remembered everything she’d recorded for the past two weeks. Prior to that, her memory was spotty and prior to that, there were huge gaps. Two weeks wasn’t nearly enough time for her to trust herself. So, Willa began making notes. About the attack from Martin Shore. About Brandon.
About everything.
She had to get everything down before she fell asleep, and that wouldn’t be long. Despite the fiery kiss and Brandon’s closeness, her body would soon have to rest.
“The night can be the worst time for me,” she explained to Brandon as she continued to type. “Sometimes, when I wake up, everything in my memory is gone.”
And she meant everything.
He stayed quiet a moment. “What should I do if that happens?”
“Run,” she joked. But then she shook her head. “I’ll be confused. I might even try to attack you because I won’t know who you are. But just remind me that your picture is in here.” She tapped her PDA.
Brandon looked at it, then at her. His gaze lingered a moment on her face, and on a heavy breath, he turned back to the monitor.
“Sleep,” he insisted.
She nodded but didn’t close her eyes. Willa pulled the covers to her chin, snuggling them around her so she’d stay warm, but she fastened her attention to the monitor. Thanks to the four cameras, every angle of the house and attached garage were covered. Even in the darkness, they would be able to see someone
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