Page 28 of Forgetting the Enemy
Chapter 11
Zaira
Istand at the door for several minutes after I close it behind me. A huge part of me didn’t want Michael to leave. There is something comforting and calming about his presence. He says we’re engaged to be married. I hate that I don’t remember him. I have no idea what it feels like to kiss him. I have no idea what it feels like to be held in his strong arms, to lie breathless beneath him. No, I have no idea how any of that feels, but I want to know. I am definitely drawn to him physically, now if only my brain would catch up.
I may not remember Michael, but I feel a connection between us.
I quickly open the door, hoping to catch him before he walks off, as I call, “Michael.” I’m surprised to find him leaning against the wall across the hall from my door. “You’re still here,” I say.
“I am,” he replies. “I couldn’t leave just yet.” He hesitates a moment. “Is something wrong?”
“No, I was just hoping I could catch you before you left.”
“Can I get you something?”
“Uh, no, not exactly,” I reply.
“Well, Zaira, what is it?” he asks curiously.
He’s still leaning against the opposite wall as I walk toward him. “I was just wondering… I mean… Oh hell, I don’t know.” I pause and gaze into his eyes, praying he makes the next move. When he doesn’t, I shrug and say, “Nevermind.” I turn to head back to my room, and he grabs my arm.
He turns me around and pushes my back against the wall, then presses his body against mine. With his eyes boring into mine, he says, “Oh no, Zaira. It doesn’t work that way. You want something from me, and you’re gonna tell me what it is. You’re not getting off the hook so easily.”
I feel the hardness of his body against mine, his erection pushing against my core. I’m dizzy with passion as he waits for me to answer. “I was trying to remember you,” I say. I don’t have the courage to say what I am feeling right now and wish I could just break free and hide away in my room. Well, that’s not entirely true. I feel passion between us. I feel the spark that has ignited by his touch. In all honesty, I want more.
“And?”
“It angers me that I can’t remember being with you. I can’t even remember what it’s like to kiss you. I assume that since we are engaged, we have at least kissed,” I say. I’m a little embarrassed by being this forward, but I want nothing more right now than for him to kiss me.
He leans in close, his breath skating across my cheek. “Would you like a reminder?” he asks, his voice husky.
Oh God, would I.But I don’t respond.
His gaze falls to my lips, and the anticipation of his touching mine overwhelms me. “You better answer, Zaira, ’cause I won’t wait for permission much longer. I’m a man who takes what he wants, and right now I want nothing more than to kiss you.”
His words turn every muscle in my body to jelly, and I am thankful he is holding on to me so tightly. “Yes,” I reply breathlessly, and before I can say another word, his lips come crashing down on mine. I reach my hands up to wrap around him, but he catches them both in one hand and pins them to the wall above my head. I am utterly helpless now as his body presses harder against me. My heart begins to race, and my hunger for him grows deep inside me. His erection pushes at my core as he continues to devour my mouth. He’s commanding my body without saying a word, and I dutifully obey. I want nothing more than to be his.
And then as quickly as it started, it ends. Michael frees my hands and steps away from me, raking his fingers through his hair. “Zaira, I can’t,” he says breathlessly.
I take a step toward him, and he backs farther away as if I have some disease. I don’t understand, and suddenly I am embarrassed. If we are engaged to be married, and it’s obvious we are attracted to one another, why is he fighting to keep his distance?
“Michael?”
“Zaira, not now.” He holds his hands up to stop me from getting any closer to him. “I have to go.” He turns away and rushes down the hall.
“What did I do?” I whisper to nobody as I’m the only person still standing in the hallway. Feeling lost and more confused than ever, I return to my room and close the door behind me.
I ready myself for bed. Michael has made sure I have everything I need–clothes, pajamas, and undergarments. What more could a girl ask for? In the bathroom, there is shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, and toothpaste. Everything I could possibly want. I have no idea if these are products I use regularly ’cause I don’t remember. I guess I will be acquiring new favorites for the time being.
I get myself ready for bed and crawl into the large, four-poster bed that commands my bedroom. I try my best to sleep, but I can’t get Michael’s kiss out of my head.What would have happened if he hadn’t run? Would he be in this bed with me right now? Would his hands roam over my body, giving me constant pleasure from his touch?Oh hell, I will go mad if I continue this train of thought. I need to sleep. Everything will seem better in the morning. I am sure of it.
***
Michael
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I say aloud to myself as I slam my bedroom door behind me. I should have never kissed her. I should have been patient! I told myself I would be patient, but when she looked at me with those eyes, wanting to remember what it was like to kiss me, I fucking lost all control. She will never remember what it was like to kiss me ’cause she has never fucking kissed me. It’s all a damn lie.What the fuck have I done?
Raking my hands through my hair, I slump onto my bed. I can’t let this happen again. I’ve got to stop letting my dick rule my head because if I don’t play my cards right, she will hate me more than I am already expecting her to. Right now, she thinks she loves me. She doesn’t know any better. It’s my job to make her love me. I know you can’t force love, but I’ve always known we had a connection, and I’m banking on that connection to bring her true feelings forward.
But I have to be fucking patient!
