Zoey’s eyes narrow as her lips purse. “If my memory serves me correctly, you sure seemed to be getting off on her when I caught you with your dick down her throat.”
I snicker. “Well, your precious memory is wrong. She seduced me; it wasn’t by choice. And I was groaning because she bit me. I couldn’t even get it up.”
A little smile curls on Zoey’s kissable lips. Good. A turning point. Because the hard part is coming. Again, no pun intended. I’ve got to talk about my feelings. Something I’ve never done with anyone, with the exception of my mentor.
“Zoey.” I take a long pause after saying her name. “I have feelings for someone else.”
“Oh, some other actress? Or ‘it girl’?”
“Jesus, Zoey. Don’t you know?”
She’s making it so f*ck
ing hard for me. Literally, in more ways than one. My aching cock is straining against my fly, about to burst through at any moment. I want her so badly.
One word: “You.”
Her jaw drops open. One word back: “Oh.”
Okay. I’ve said it. The words get easier for me. “I brought you here to spend time with you. Away from LA. Away from Katrina. I want to know if the connection I feel with you is real. You’ve aroused sensations and emotions I’ve never felt before.”
“How can you be sure with your amnesia?” she challenges, looking deep into my eyes.
“I’m sure. I remember everything about the last ten years except the accident and the month leading up to it. And I remember you touched something inside me the minute I met you. You were adorable. I wanted to spread your legs and take you on my driveway in the pouring rain.”
“Really?” Her voice is so small she might as well be speechless.
Here goes. Maybe I should have written a soliloquy and rehearsed it. I suck at ad-libbing. I always have.
“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*ck
ing pain in my ass, but you f*ck
ing 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.