Unforgettable: Book Two (A Hollywood Love Story #2)(48)

“Zo, my memory’s come back, but I’ve been losing my mind over you. That night you went out with your brother, I went berserk with fear and jealousy. I thought I was going to lose you…that you were the one he was getting engaged to. That’s why I followed you to Fig & Olive. I was going to stop him even if I had to do something I’d later regret doing. You brought something out in me that my amnesia suppressed. Perhaps something I’ve always suppressed. My need for you. My need to dominate you. My need to possess you. My need to protect you. When I found out about your little charade, I totally lost control. Then, after I spanked you, I couldn’t get you out of my system. All I could think about was making you mine. But you ran away from me. I thought I’d lost you forever. Those seven…ten…twelve…whatever days were the darkest, most unbearable days of my life.”

Zoey’s big brown eyes stay riveted on me. They hardly blink. The words pour out of me as if I’m thinking out loud.

“Zoey, all of me wants all of you. I can have any woman I want, but I only want you. You understand me. Accept me for who I am. You make me laugh and feel alive. When you’re with me, I’m whole. When you’re away from me, I lose control. I fall apart. I don’t function. All I do is fantasize about you. You’re a f*cking pain in my ass, but you f*cking turn me on. Drive me crazy. And don’t tell me you don’t feel something toward me. Actions speak louder than words. I’m an actor. An observer. I’ve watched you carefully over the last few months. Make that few years. You’ve wanted me as much as I’ve wanted you. When I kissed you tonight, you deepened it, totally succumbed with your body and soul.”


“B-but—”

I cut her off. “My beautiful Zoey, I know this is all wrong. And in the back of my mind, know that cheating on the woman I’m engaged to will come back to bite me in the ass, but I want you so badly I’d chase you around the world. I’d even kill for you.”

Soft whimpers escape her quivering lips. Her chest heaves against mine.

“What’s the matter, my beauty?” I ask softly as another round of tears pours down her face. I kiss them away.

“Oh, Brandon. I know this is wrong too. So crazy wrong. But I want you to take me. Right now. Right here. Please. I want you to f*ck me.”

“Oh, baby, you don’t know how much I want you.” I’m going to lose my mind again if I can’t have her on my next breath. I smother her mouth with mine to suppress her sobs. Releasing her hands, I yank open my belt buckle, fumble with my jeans button, and then unzip my fly. My cock is rock-hard, aching to be inside her. I dip my hand into my jeans pocket.

“Put this on me,” I command, handing her the foiled condom package.

With trembling fingers, she rips it open and rolls the latex along the thick length of my throbbing shaft. I hiss at her touch. Condom in place, I shove up her little dress and yank down her scanty lace panties. Damn. I should have just ripped them off I think as she wastes time stepping out of them.

Panties off, I reward her with another hot kiss. With our mouths connected and our tongues entwined, I lift her up against the wall by her haunches. Instinctively, she folds her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. My hands grip her delicious ass. We’re perfectly lined up. Face to face. Heart to Heart. Organ to Organ. I break the long kiss.

“Baby, I want you to put my cock inside you. I need to feel those magical fingers around it.” I squeeze her ass. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Nodding feverishly, she unfolds one of her arms from my shoulders and lowering it, curls those long, slender fingers around my erection at the base. She applies pressure and I groan. So help me God. So f*cking good. Gripping it, she puts the wide tip to her fiery clit, rubbing it against her slickness. I groan again. Then, inch by thick inch, she slides my cock inside her. I hiss again. Christ. She’s so hot. So wet. So tight. She takes me to the hilt and I curse under my breath.

She moans.

“Are you okay, baby?” I ask with concern. I’m so big I could rip her apart.

“Oh, Brandon. You feel so good.”

“The same. Your beautiful * was made for me.” With a grunt, I push into her and then slide my cock back down. And then I thrust my length back into her.

“Aah.” She digs her fingernails into my shoulder blades.

“My beauty, I’m going to give you a f*cking you’ll never forget. I’m going to f*ck you fast. I’m going to f*ck you hard. So hard, you’ll be headed to the moon. If you can’t take it, let me know. Do you remember your safe word?”

Biting down on her lip, she nods.

A couple more long, slow strokes and then I pummel her.

Clutching my shoulders, she holds on for the ride of her life. I can’t believe how natural it feels to f*ck her. My cock is in heaven. It’s as if it’s saying where the hell has she been your whole life? Zoey’s been in my face for what seems like forever and stupid me didn’t know the treasure I had.

She meets my powerful thrusts with her hips and clenches her muscles around my pounding length. God, she feels so good. So f*cking incredible. I pick up my pace and pound her more forcefully, coming at her fast and furious with each ragged breath. My fingertips dig so deep into her ass I’m sure my nails have marred her sweet flesh. She fists my hair, the pinching pain only adding to the intense pleasure. Sweat clusters on her forehead and chest as whimpers slip out of those kissable lips.