Secret Identity by Jill Sanders Page A

“The ring is in the downstairs’ safe. It was my grandmother's. I haven't had time to come up here and get it for you, yet.” He stopped at the side of the bed and pulled the covers away from her. Then he looked down at her and marveled at how beautiful she was. Her knees were up, pushing against her chest and her arms were crossed in front of her. “Shy all of a sudden?” he smiled at her.
     
    She shook her head. “Cold.”
     
    “I can fix that.” He sat beside her and touched her with his fingertips. Her head fell back and her eyes slid closed. He could see her relaxing as he ran his fingers over every inch of her. Finally, she was panting when he motioned for her to lie down. She shook her head.
     
    “You got to explore me the first time. I want to see what I've agreed to marry. You lie down. I'll explore and see if something doesn't jog my memory in the process.” He almost lost his nerve, but then she smiled at him and he became so turned on, he would have done anything she'd asked of him.
     
    “Lie down.” She pointed to the bed and scooted over to make room. He did what she asked, putting his arms behind his head as he leaned back on the pillows.
     
    She sat next to him and ran her eyes over his naked body. “Hmmm.” She tilted her head as if she was deep in thought.
     
    He laughed. “What?”
     
    “Nothing pulls at my memory yet.”
     
    “Maybe if you use one of your other senses,” he hinted.
     
    Her eyebrows shot up in question.
     
    “You know… sound, sight, touch, taste…”
     
    “Yes, maybe.” She leaned over and started running her fingers over his chest. It was pure torture to sit still as her cool hands ran up and down his heated skin.
     
    “Do you know how badly I want you right now?” His voice sounded strained. His hips came off the bed as she ran her hands down them, then lower, over his legs, as she avoiding the one place he wanted her to touch the most.
     
    “Yes, I think I can see how much you want me.” She chuckled.
     
    “Eve, you're killing me here.” He moaned as she circled again.
     
    “Hmmm, nothing is bringing up memories.” His eyes flew open and he watched as she dipped her head to taste his skin. His hips did jump from the mattress then as her tongue licked him, circling and sucking until he thought his eyes would bulge out of their sockets. Somehow, his hands had ended up in her hair, and when his fingers ran over her scar, he pulled them away quickly, not wanting to hurt her, not wanting to remember what had brought them here.
     
    “Eve?” He watched as she sat up, a smile on her lips, then she reached over and took another condom from the box. When he reached to take it from her, she pushed his hands away, playfully.
     
    “I'm in charge this time, remember?” He watched as she opened the package and slowly rolled it on him. Did she know that the simple act of protection was almost taking him to the edge?
     
    When she was done, he moved to grab her, but she pulled back and shook her head. “No, I'm still in control. All you can do”—she leaned over, her hair resting on his chest as she whispered—“is lie there and take what I give you.”
     
    Closing his eyes, he tried to count or think of something that would steady his heartbeat and the desire that was raging in him. Her hands ran over his body, and soon his mind was focused on one thing only. Her.
     
    He felt the bed dip and looked up as she straddled his hips. Now, it would be now. But instead, she sat on his thighs and rubbed her hands over him, gripping him and using her fingers to pleasure him.
     
    “I wonder how long you can go before you lose control.” She smiled.
     
    “You little vixen.” He smiled up at her. Her skin was shining in the light of the fire. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire. That was when he knew he'd lost his heart. His hands came up and gripped her hips, raising her until she hovered above him. “Take all of me.” He groaned as she slid