Free Forget Me Not by Ericka Scott Page B

down his lean frame, I could picture the smattering of hair across his perfect chest, the gold nipple ring he wore on the left side, the barbed-wire tattoo on his right biceps and the treasure trail that led to a thick, gorgeous cock. Oh my! What sort of spell had he cast over me? Or had I suddenly developed x-ray vision?
    “Hello, Letitia, how have you been?” His voice seemed to reach out and envelop me in comfort, giving credence to my suspicion that he was nothing but a con man. Or was he a charlatan medium who could accurately read his audience? If so, he must know I had reservations not only about his talents but also his motives.
    “Who are you and how did you know my name?”
    “Could I please come in?”
    My common sense was screaming for me to shut the door in his face and lock it. My traitorous body was urging me to bring him inside and get him naked as fast as I could.
    I only hesitated for a second before I opened the door wider and motioned him in. He strode inside and then stood in the middle of the cottage, his attention focused on the chair beside the fireplace. The one where Aaron always sat.
    Stop it. Aaron isn't—
    “Letitia, I just need to know if you remember.”
    “Remember?” I snapped. “Remember what? The first time I came here? Well, I can tell you that. My husband Aaron brought me here.”
    “So you do remember?” His face was a picture of puzzlement.
    I snorted. This man was no more a medium than I was normal. “Yes, I'm not going to play games with you. It was 2001, right after the accident. Aaron brought me here from New York to recuperate and to try to help me regain my memory.”
    “Oh, honey.” The man's voice was ragged with an unknown emotion. “The first time you were here wasn't after your accident.”
    “What?” Okay, now he had me curious. Thinking back, I did remember the sense of déjà vu that had plagued me, along with a terrible sense of loss. I associated the feelings to my amnesia and the constant barrage of spirit requests. Now I wasn't so sure.
    “You were here with me.” The man's brown eyes bored into mine.
    I backed up a step. “What did you say your name was?”
    “I didn't. I was hoping you remembered it.”
    I shook my head. “Sorry, I don't.”
    “Perhaps this will help.”
    Before I could react, he'd pulled me into his arms and pressed his lips against mine. Desire rushed south and settled in my throbbing pussy. I couldn't have pushed him away even if I had wanted to.
    His mouth captured mine and stole my breath while his tongue danced over the seam of my lips. It was only natural to open to him. I couldn't stop the soft sigh from escaping me as he delved deeper. Our tongues tangled in a carnal dance while his hands slid up and down my torso. My breasts ached for his touch, but he only caressed my sides, and I got the idea he was waiting for a sign from me.
    I had no intention of giving him permission for anything more than a kiss. I stepped back. My body pulsed with need. It was either ask him to leave now or...
    Skimming my hands down my sides, I tugged on my shirt and pulled it off over my head. I heard his breath catch. He stood looking at me, his brown eyes nearly black with desire. I reached between the cups of the functional and not-the-least-bit-sexy bra and snapped open the clasp.
    He moaned as my breasts spilled free.
    I wanted to say so much. Tell him I didn't go around baring my body for strangers. But all thoughts faded when he leaned over, wrapped his arms around me and lowered his head to my left nipple. The play of his lips and teeth across the sensitive peak had me sighing with need and pleasure. Longing throbbed between my legs, and I was assailed by sensations I hadn't felt for years. In fact, I wasn't sure I'd ever felt them before.
    He began to slide my skirt to the floor. I grabbed at his hands to stop him but I was too late. The fabric was already in a puddle at my feet. His mouth had left my breasts and was now trailing hot,