A soft, snoring sound pulled her from her disturbing thoughts. With a frown, Amara turned her head, glanced down, and found a man slumped forward in an armchair at the side of her bed, his dark head and brawny arms resting on the mattress near her hip. Another snuffling sound escaped him, and she smiled, recognizing that tousled dark hair and the strong, gorgeous profile as Reece's. It appeared he'd fallen asleep while watching over her, and the caring gesture warmed her deep inside. A brief recollection flashed inside her head, of Reece's lips on hers and a wild, deep kiss, unlike anything she'd ever indulged in. She knew Reece, and along with that certainty came the knowledge that he made her feel safe, secure, and desired. But she had no idea what was his role in her life. Was this man her boyfriend? Lover? Friend? Judging by the awareness and intimate longing swirling within her, Amara was guess
Reece washed his hands, then splashed cool water on his face, trying like hell to push away the guilt eating at his conscience. He dried the dampness from his skin with a paper towel and shoved his fingers through his hair in a paltry attempt to tame his unruly morning hair. Amara believed he was her fiancé. When the nurse had made that announcement, he'd witnessed Amara's surprised expression and had held his breath, waiting for her to ask him if it was true. Much to his relief, she didn't question it, which saved him from outright lying to Amara's face. For now… Bracing his hands on the edge of the sink, Reece stared at his reflection in the restroom mirror, noting the lines of exhaustion at the corners of his eyes. Undoubtedly, he was lying by omission, because he planned to use the ‘fiancé’ pretense to his advantage, to remain as close to her as possible so he could protect her until he nailed the source of her fears the
"I'm going to leave, but I'll be back in a little while," he said straightening. Dread flared to life in Amara’s eyes."Where are you going?" Her panic-stricken expression clutched at him, and he instantly tried to soothe her anxiety."Precious, I need a shower, shave, and a change of clothes. And you need to rest. Are you afraid to stay alone?" Reece asked gently."Just a little nervous," she admitted. "I feel so… disoriented, and you're the only person I recall.""Tell you what, baby… Here's the buzzer for the nurse, and if you need me for anything at all, here is my cellphone number." Reece wrote it down and set it by her phone.“Call me no matter what… even if it's just to hear my voice." Amara inhaled deeply as if inflating her courage."You must think I'm a complete basket case." No, he didn't think that at all. Her nerves and fears were legitimately based, but she didn't need any more stress to deal with at the moment."I'm not
Sitting across from Reece at the small, cozy kitchen table, Amara reached for her second slice of ‘Quattro Stagioni’ pizza, still absorbing the fact that she and Reece lived together in his two-story house. So far, she'd only seen the lower level of the structure, and she had to admit not only to herself but to Reece as well, that nothing looked familiar. She'd racked her brain for a niggle of recognition, but Reece had gathered her in his strong arms and told her to be patient and give it time. His closeness, warmth, and arousing male scene was all it took to soothe her frazzled nerves. She'd clung to him because he made her feel safe and secure, and as though she belonged in his embrace. In his life… From there, she'd relaxed and told herself to enjoy the man so willing to cater to her every whim and desire. A man who inspired decadent fantasies and a hunger that had nothing to do with the food she was feasting on. Amara to
Reece yanked off his clothes, flung them onto the small leather couch in his downstairs office, and pulled on his cotton sweatpants, forgoing a shirt as he always did at night. Sitting behind his desk, he picked up the piece of paper with the florist's name and phone number he'd written down at the hospital earlier, intent on focusing his restless energy on business. Instead, sinful, brazen thoughts ruthlessly intruded his brain... Thoughts of Amara upstairs in the bathtub, naked and wet, her skin soft, sleek, and fragrant.“Damn…” Reece whispered. The vivid mental image of touching all that feminine flesh with his hands and tasting it with slow, leisurely licks of his tongue gave him a thick, rampant hard-on, which was becoming a too frequent occurrence when it came to her. One that was getting more and more difficult to control. He shifted in his seat, which did nothing to help ease his throbbing discomfort. Reece groaned a
Satisfied that he'd return later, Amara snuggled deeper beneath the blankets, sighed, and let her lashes drift shut. Unplugging the phone in the room so Andy's call wouldn't disturb her, Reece went back to his office, knowing it would be hours until he joined Amara in his bed. He wanted her deep asleep and unaware of him before he dared to slip under the covers with her. Ten minutes later Andy called back with the information Reece was waiting for."‘This guy isn't stupid, Reece,’" Andy said, a thread of disgust in his voice. "‘He paid cash for the flowers and gave the cashier what I highly suspect is a bogus name and an address that isn't his.’" Reece shook his head in disbelief."You ran a check already?""‘Yep, and you're not going to like what I'm about to tell you.’" Feeling distinctly uneasy, Reece stabbed his fingers through his already mussed hair."Give it to me straight, Lewis." The request was unnecessary. Andy wasn't one to
Knowing he'd tormented her enough, Reece pulled her panties down her long legs and off, tossed them to the floor, and slid his palms back up the insides of her slender thighs until his thumbs finally grazed the outer folds of her feminine flesh. He looked his fill of her, so plump and pink and glistening. And so uninhibited he knew she'd allow him anything at all. It was a heady, dizzying thought. Reece raised his gaze to her face, taking in her flushed cheeks and those unwavering green eyes waiting for him to make her feel alive, and cherished, and desired. It was a simple task from his perspective, and he separated the slick folds of her sex with his fingers and stroked her slowly, seductively. A deep, throaty, on-the-edge moan escaped Amara, and her body undulated for a more explicit touch. Done toying with her, Reece settled himself between her spread thighs, slid his hands beneath her hips, and pressed an intimate, open-mouthed ki
Reece groaned deep in his throat as soft, warm lips nestled against his neck, smooth hands caressed his chest, and long, slender limbs tangled around his legs. The dream filtering through his mind and arousing his body was so erotically intense, like his fondest, most carnal fantasy come to life. He fought the consciousness that beckoned, somehow knowing if he allowed himself to wake up, the provocative dream would dissipate, and he wanted to enjoy the inviting sensations rippling through him. Wanted to let the fantasy continue and see where it led. His mind filled with images of Amara, putting her in the starring role of temptress. A damp, ravishing mouth traveled lower, spreading sensuous kisses across his collarbone and down his chest to his nipples. A wet tongue stroked, laved, and he groaned as teeth scraped across the rigid tip. Finely textured sweeps of her hair tickled his belly, heightening his need as her hot, moist breath siz
As much as she longed to surrender to his tempting overture, her cautious nature couldn't help but wonder if he was here out of some warped sense of obligation. Or were Reece’s actions motivated by guilt? There was one way for Amara to find out. And if he gave her the answers she sought, she was all his in return."Reece… I want to know if… When you told me you loved me that last night we were together, did you mean it? Was that for real?" Amara held her breath as she waited for him to answer. His gaze softened, glowing with the same emotion she'd seen in his eyes that night they'd bared their hearts to each other."I never say anything I don't mean, precious. And I’m not going to start now. I meant every single word I’ve said to you. Every single one. How about you? Did you mean it?""Yes! I meant everything I’ve said, Reece!" Amara fiercely exclaimed. "I knew the depths of my feelings for you even if my mind was under the influence of amnesia."
He'd watched Daphne and Bryce struggle with the same fears and doubts not that long ago. He'd even helped them to recognize the weaknesses that had prevented them from grasping happiness together. What Reece hadn't admitted to himself was that he'd been afflicted with the same insecurities as a result of his shaky childhood. The scared little boy inside him who'd faced so much rejection and pain in the past had kept him from laying his soul on the line the morning Don had attacked Amara… That damned morning when she walked out of his life… As hard as it was for him to admit, he'd been scared of taking a personal gamble that would leave him emotionally vulnerable. Then and there, Reece should have been brave enough to tell Amara exactly how he felt about her, as Andy had suggested. With the return of her memory, Amara needed to understand that his feelings for her were real, and not a part of some pretense designed to protect her. Now th
Her expression wasn’t hurt because of the lie or angry… Maybe a bit disappointed. The look he saw in her eyes hit Reece deep in the gut. At this point in time, Reece knew he had to come clean and tell her everything. He owed Amara at least that."It all started at the hospital,” Reece began explaining. “You’ve been brought there after the accident, but no one was telling us a damn thing about your state. The hospital policy said no one except a close member of your family should be informed about your state. So, when the doctor came to talk to us about you, I told him I was your fiancé. There was no hidden agenda on my part, none whatsoever. It was just a way for me to get into your room and get information from the doctor about your condition.” Amara said nothing, so Reece continued his explanation.“Once I told him that you were my fiancée, I gained access to your room, along with your prognosis. And from there, the fabrication snowballed. The doctor said it was b
The moment Reece pulled into his driveway and saw a patrol car and an ambulance parked in front of his house, fear nearly strangled him. What the hell was going on? What was the reason for this entire commotion?“Oh, God… No! No way in hell!” he murmured. “Amara… My love…” He jumped out of his vehicle and ran. The broken window next to the front door and the shards of glass crunching beneath his sneakered feet as he bolted into the foyer sickened him, adding to his anxiety and dread that Don Anderson had finally gotten to Amara. In his living room, Reece came across the paramedics strapping Don to a cot, and Reece's stomach lurched when he caught sight of the blood on the other man's face, and his lifeless form.“Amara!” he called her but she didn’t answer. His gaze frantically swept the general area for Amara, and his chest tightened with apprehension when he didn't find her around, in the room. Where in the world was she? Had they al
Once she'd made it to the master bedroom, Amara shut and locked the door. She bolted over to the dresser and rummaged through the drawer where Reece kept his gun, her heart beating in time with the heavy, angry footsteps of Don coming up the stairs. Amara tossed Reece's cotton undershirts onto the floor in her frantic search, and a sob of despair caught in her throat when she realized that the gun wasn’t there. He must have taken it this morning, though, for the life of her, she couldn't remember him wearing his holster, which didn’t mean much. She'd grown so used to the weapon being a part of him that she hardly noticed it anymore. But the fact remained that the gun was gone, and she was trapped upstairs with a psychopath coming after her. The bedroom door rattled as Don tried to kick in the sturdy wooden panel, spurring Amara to find another means of defense. She'd gone through two other drawers for something sharp or blunt to use when the doo
From a very early age, he'd learned to guard his thoughts and feelings, protect his emotions from potential pain, and form no attachments other than to his immediate family. Reece had broken every single one of those rules with Amara, who'd gotten under his skin and filled an emptiness in him he hadn't even known existed until her arrival, until the first moment he’d seen her. And for the first time ever, Reece wanted a woman in his life permanently… He was in love up head over heels and he was willing to risk everything to give up his solitary lifestyle and make a forever kind of commitment to Amara, who was just as much of a lost and lonely soul as he'd been. But first, he had to tell her the truth… and have as much faith in her as he could. Uncertainties and doubts attacked Reece's empty stomach, invading his system like angry bees, making him all too aware of everything Amara stood to lose, too. Inhaling a steady breath, he squeeze
Less than an hour later, Reece shrugged out of his formal jacket, tossed it onto the chair in the corner of his bedroom, and locked gazes with the woman who made him hard with wanting."Have I told you how incredibly sexy you look in that dress you're wearing?" With a sensual smile curving her lips, Amara closed the distance between them, tugged his bow tie loose, and dropped it graciously to the floor. Then she started in on the buttons of Reece’s dress shirt, her warm lips kissing each inch of skin she bared."Mm-hmm… You have, and I do believe you made mention of wondering what I'm wearing beneath this sexy dress, too.""So I did," he said huskily, helping her as Amara pushed his shirt off his shoulders, down his arms, and off. "Is that an invitation to find out, precious?" Laving one of his nipples with the flat of her tongue, Amara unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper carefully over his enormous erection, and let his trousers fall to pool around his
By the time Reece lifted his head and grinned down at her, Amara was completely breathless, aroused, and flushed from his unexpected, spur-of-the-moment public display of affection.“What…” she mouthed and stopped. As she met Reece's tender, affectionate gaze, her heart swelled with… love for him, so full it felt near to bursting with emotion. And for the moment, for the night, the feelings between them were all that mattered to her. By eleven that night, the wedding revelry had died down considerably, leaving the last of the die-hard party guests to bring the evening's celebration to a close. A couple of dozen people remained, milling around and conversing with friends, and taking advantage of the music the band was still playing. Since Bryce and Claire had slipped out of the reception an hour earlier to get a head start on their wedding night, Reece had taken it upon himself to issue goodbyes and thank-yous to the guests as they left the dwind
Her expression was showing him pure panic and her breathing had grown labored."Are you saying that an old boyfriend… my ex-boyfriend is stalking me?""Yes, Amara. All the evidence that I've been able to come up with leads to Don Anderson." He placed a comforting hand over hers, not surprised to find her skin cool and clammy."Baby, the restaurant… the note… This is showing us that he's getting bolder in his attempts, and you need to know who and what is threatening you.""I don’t understand… Why is he threatening me? Why would he want to hurt me?" Because Don Anderson was a deranged son of a bitch who didn't deal well with rejection, Reece thought bitterly. But he kept his own personal theory to himself, instead revealing to Amara what he'd discovered from her landlady, Marie. Reece explained how Don had become more domineering of her and mentally abusive, and how his temper had exploded when she'd taken on a job as a showgirl to earn some extr