Help Me Remember (Rose Canyon, #1)(66)

He pulls my hips so I’m flat on the bed and braces over me. “You are so beautiful when you come.”

“You make me feel beautiful.”

“Look at me, Brielle.” I turn my head back to him. “I want to make love to you, but I need you to tell me it’s what you want.”

What a silly thought. This is all I want. It’s every fantasy I’ve ever had coming true. “More than anything.”

He reaches over to the left drawer, grabs a condom, and rolls it on. When he’s settled over me again, he pushes forward just a little. I don’t want to wait. I don’t want hesitation. I wrap my legs around him and lift my hips.

“Spencer. Now.”

He slides in deep in one thrust. The two of us gasp, and I tighten around him. He feels so good. I never could’ve imagined how perfectly he would fit inside me, as though he were made for me.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “Fuck, you . . . you feel . . .”

“Perfect.” I finish the sentence.

He takes my mouth in a searing kiss, and there are no more words between us. He sets a pace that leaves no room for any talking. The only sounds are our ragged breaths and skin meeting skin. Sweat breaks out on his forehead, and I can see the strain of him fighting back, wanting this to go on forever.

I push against his chest, wanting control again. I want to be what makes him finally lose it. He flips onto his back, taking me with him so I am on top, sliding down on his cock. I rest my hands on his chest, moving slowly, and the friction on my clit starts to build another climax.

Spencer’s fingers dig into my hips as he urges me to ride him a little faster. Once I’m at the pace he wants, he moves his hands to my breasts. His expert fingers touch me in the right way, kneading before he moves to my nipples, pinching and tugging playfully.

“Please,” I manage to get out. “Please don’t stop.”

“You’re close. Your tight, hot pussy is clenching around my dick. You want to come again. Your body knows . . .”

“Yes,” I moan.

He shifts to wedge his finger between us and starts to rub my clit again. It is both amazing and painful. I’m wrung out and overwhelmed. It’s too much. I can’t do it again, but Spencer is determined.

“Ride me, Brielle. Take the freedom you want. Take everything because it’s yours. Take it, love. Take what you need.”

I scream, unable to hold back as another orgasm rockets through me. I collapse forward, but he’s there, holding me to him. His hips jerk up, fucking me from beneath until he’s groaning my name into my hair as he pulses inside me.

I lie against his chest, unable to move even if I wanted to, which I don’t.

That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.

He moves my hair to the side and kisses my nose. “You okay?”

“Huh?”

He laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Uh-huh.”

Apparently, all I’m capable of is speaking in sounds.

Spencer’s fingers trail along my spine. “I have to clean up.”

“Ehh.”

I don’t want to move. I want to stay like this forever.

He chuckles again and then rolls me to the side. I flop over, my limbs not really cooperating. I close my eyes for a second, absorbing all that happened, but I can’t really think too long because suddenly, everything is dark and quiet.





The first thing I note is that I’m hot. Really hot. Like I left the air off and windows open in the summer heat.

Then I realize I’m naked.

I’m naked because I had sex. Amazing sex. Really freaking amazing sex with Spencer.

The night before, the dance, the memory, the incredible hours after that were filled with all things Spencer Cross.

I must’ve passed out right after, but he tucked me in and then tucked himself around me. I didn’t dream or wake up ten times last night. I slept, and now I know it was because he was here, keeping the demons away.

“Good morning.” His deep voice rasps in my ear.

I smile and turn over to see him. “Good morning.”

“Did you sleep?”

“I did, did you?”

“Like a baby,” he replies and pushes my hair back. “Are you okay?”

“You mean about last night?”

The corner of his lip turns up. “Yes.”

“Which part? The sex or the memory?”

“Both.”

I release a low sigh and give a sort of shrug. “I am processing it all. I’m still a bit overwhelmed by the memory, but I’m also so damn determined. As for us, I am equally happy and terrified.”

“I don’t want you to be scared.”

“I’m more afraid that it’ll never happen again. That the memories will return and erase what I want right now.” I pause and wait for some reassurance because I keep putting my heart out there, but I don’t know how he feels. When one doesn’t come, I urge, “Please say something.”

“I’m not sure what to say.”

Not that, I want to tell him.

“Okay.”

Spencer shakes his head. “I’m processing it all too. That’s all. We need to take all of this one step at a time.”