Don't You Remember (26 page)

“What? What’s so funny?” Johnny asked.

I didn’t answer because I was keeled over holding my waist unable to stop laughing. My infectious laugh made Johnny laugh and we both howled until our cheeks hurt, forcing an instinctive end.

“I’ll get some towels,” Johnny said, leaving me alone at the door. I looked around the room and liked the space. It was so Johnny, the kind of interior I expected him to live in, masculine, modern and unpretentious – this was the Johnny I knew and loved.

When he returned I could see he had taken his clothes off and was now wrapped in a white towel from the waist. He looked brilliant, unbelievable hot. Johnny came and stood in front of me and took my hand leading me into the living room. He gently removed the spaghetti straps on my dress and stopped, not wanting to make me feel as if I had to undress in front of him. What was he thinking? I didn’t feel like I had to do anything, I wanted to. I continued where he stopped removing the rest of my dress and then my underwear until I stood naked in front of him. With no words I showed him that I wanted him. He took a step back to look at me properly. My breasts were firm and covered in goose bumps with my nipples erect from being cold and wet and from the excitement I was about to experience.

Needing no permission he took a step closer to me and tucked my hair behind my ear and lent down and whispered in my ear “Your body is amazing, everything I remembered it to be. I felt the goose bumps grow all over my body as he gently moved his fingers from my shoulders down my chest then stopping at my waist. He had turned me on in a way I remember only he was able to do. Then I intuitively mirrored the moves he had just applied to me onto him.

“I remember how I made love to you. I remember every moment,” he said.

“I remember how you loved me, too.”

I took the towel that he had intended to give me but now rested alone in a small pile on the floor and wrapped it around my body. Taking charge I pushed Johnny onto the leather couch behind him and knelt on the floor in front of him facing directly into his fit chest. I moved forward and kissed one of his shoulders and found my way to his chest and then back up to his other shoulder. I knew I had aroused him, I could feel him through the towel and I could hear his small moans of pleasure. “You always knew how to turn me on,” he said, reaching forward. He picked me up under my arms and pushed my legs into a straddle position so that I sat on top of his thighs. He kissed me, this time with more urgency; then repositioned my legs so that they wrapped around him. We continued kissing unable to stop, with Johnny standing up and leading us both to his bedroom. The whole time I remained wrapped around his body. He laid me flat on the bed and removed my towel, but I wanted to see him fully naked too, so I fumbled with his towel until it was fully off then pulled him towards me. I took his firm athletic butt in my hand and felt its tightness.

Johnny kissed my neck lightly and began to shower me with kisses all the way down my body, stopping at my navel. I was fully aroused now and I was desperate to end this foreplay and have him inside me. Johnny knew what I was thinking and opened up my legs and massaged the top of my thighs and my buttocks arousing me even more. “I can’t wait,” I moaned.

He moved his body back up my body so his face was facing mine. “We have all night, we have forever. Now that I know you are alive, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

I was still desperate for him to be inside me so I pushed him off me and made him lay down flat on the bed – this time I would take control. I put his manhood in my hand and began to move it up and down. Johnny’s body shook, aroused and excited. Not one to be outdone in the love making department, especially when it came to me, he placed two fingers inside me. This was more than I could take. I begged him to take me.

He stopped pleasuring me with his fingers also feeling an insatiable need to be inside me too. He flipped me over onto my back and easily slid inside me. I felt alive as if something dormant had been awoken. I was ravenous and hungry for him. We worked in harmony conscious on some level of each other’s needs but also on our own. Each time Johnny pushed inside I was taken to a higher level, one that I had experienced only with him on several occasions, but a very long time ago. I was finally at home; complete, comfortable and satisfied.

He took my arms up above my head and held them there with one hand like he had done many times before then using his other hand he touched my body greedily as if I might be taken away from him at any time. I loved the way he needed me right now, he couldn’t get enough. No matter how much we made love he would never be able to catch up on all the years we could have had together had our wires not been crossed.

I freed myself from his grip and put one arm around him while I pushed down on the bed with the other and tossed him over onto his back, determined to take some control. We were both hot and sweaty enjoying the freedom to do what we wanted with each other when we wanted. Now I was on top shifting myself up and down and arranging my body into the position where the thickness of him made me insane. “I’m about to come!” I cried out.

“OK, I’m ready,” he said holding my breasts in his hands.

“Ooh…” I moaned.

“You’re fucking sensational,” he said, coming at the same time. We seemed to have a knack for coming together, a knack that neither of us had lost.

My body went limp as I fell on top of Johnny’s totally satisfied body. I closed my eyes and rested there. He kissed my forehead and held me tight in his arms. “I’ve missed you so much. You’re just as I remembered, only older.”

I hit his arm playfully.

“In a nice way, in a better way.”

“Good recovery,” I smiled. I was still lying on of him with my eyes closed in a complete state of bliss, enjoying our banter.

“I will never let you go again,” he whispered in my ear.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

I shut my eyes for a moment but they popped wide open the moment I remembered Sean. I remembered how I had just left him at the party. I had been in another world since I left, like a crazed woman who had a mission to complete. My hand reached my forehead as I took a deep breath and thought about what to do next. It had not been my intention to hurt anyone. “Sean,” I voiced out loud.

“Is that the guy you were with?”

“Yes, in fact that guy has asked me to marry him and to move with him to Dubai.”

“I can’t stand to think of you with anyone else. I’ve never been jealous in my life but seeing you with that other guy sent me crazy.”

“I’m sorry. I never tried to make you feel that way.”

“I know, kiddo,” he said, rolling onto his side so he could see my face.

I turned to face him. “Oh shit. I’m in a real situation now.”

“And me.”

“You? Oh do you mean Eliza? Is it true? Are you engaged?”

“No, not yet, but I was going to propose. I bought the ring and everything.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“What are you going to do?”

“Me? Well I haven’t accepted Sean’s proposal because it wasn’t just a marriage proposal, it was a ‘move abroad and change your whole life’ proposal. Sean said I could take all the time I needed.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“And, what will you do now?”

“You mean now that we just slept together?”

“Yeah, and not just that. We’ve both been living with a lie, you thinking I’d changed and didn’t care and I thought you were dead. That’s a pretty big lie, but now we know the truth.”

I caressed his cheek and smiled at him, pleased that I had my guy back but saddened that it had taken so long and, worse, that I was going to break another man’s heart, a man I also loved, but not in the same way as I loved Johnny. I knew my heart belonged with him and if I didn’t give into that, I’d be miserable for the rest of my life, especially now that I knew the truth.

“I love you,” he said. “I always have and I always will.”

“And I love you. I’m just not looking forward to having to explain this to Sean.”

“I can try and explain it to him. Do you want me to come with you when you speak to him?”

“No. That would be inappropriate. That would be like me being with you when you tell Eliza? Assuming you’re intending to tell her.”

“I have to tell her. I think she’s expecting a marriage proposal and instead she’s going to get the complete opposite. I’ll tell her on my own.”

“When?” I asked curiously trying to work out how much time we had left.

“She will be back tomorrow evening, but I won’t see her until the next day. When will you tell Sean?”

“Tomorrow; as soon as possible. Get it over and done with. I feel sick even thinking about it but it’s something I have to do. I owe him that much.”

“So you love this guy?”

“Yes I do,” I said stroking Johnny’s cheek. “He’s a good man, the best. He treated me so well and wanted to give me everything, but my heart belongs to you as you well know. We have something going on between us that is so strong, I can’t even begin to describe it.”

“I know.” He paused deep in thought rolling over onto his back. “I know exactly what you mean.”

“What are we like?” I said.

We laughed, cuddled up together and fell back to sleep.

I woke up confused for one second as my surroundings registered. I turned to look at the body lying next to me and pinched myself, realizing Johnny was actually there and what had happened last night was not a dream. I got up, found the ensuite bathroom and turned the shower on. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought about the day I had ahead and the awful moment when I would have to explain my relationship with Johnny to Sean.

Under the shower I let the water drop onto my body and began to wash myself and my hair. The shower cubicle filled with steam so I didn’t see Johnny when he approached me. He kissed my shoulder.

“I’m so glad finding you wasn’t just a dream.”

“No this is me; I’m right here, right now.” I put my arms around him.

Like the two teenagers we once were, we were unable to keep our hands off each other, starting our foreplay in the shower, our hearts pumping with adrenaline. We began kissing each other. He picked me up by my thighs and pressed me against the shower cubicle wall. The spontaneity and the passion mixed together equaled explosive lovemaking. My back and neck arched back slightly revealing my full frontal chest to Johnny. While I remained balanced on his perfectly muscled thighs he took one hand and touched both my breasts then manoeuvred his head forward so he could play with my nipples with his tongue. With my nipples fully aroused he took my whole breast in his hand and massaged it as he continued to sex me up. The shower water continued to pound down onto us. He turned me on like a time bomb about to explode at a set time. I howled and moaned knowing my climax was close. Johnny was in sync with me. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

“OK, OK,” I said, breathing heavily through my words. I pulled and grabbed at his back pushing him in harder, if that was at all possible. He knew where I was and he knew the volcano was about to erupt. “Now… now,” I yelled.

He pushed me back into the wall holding me there as he came inside me, breathing heavily, breathing through the steam and the heat the two of us seemed to have no trouble making.

We both sat on the floor of the shower and talked about the day ahead. It had occurred to me that we hadn’t talked about what I was doing these days. I told him I was a writer working for The Times New York. He was impressed but never doubted I’d do something creative and important to me. Still naked, wet and still sitting on the floor with steam and water splashing onto us, he reminded me that being with him would not be easy, what with the paparazzi that continued to following him most days.