I Remember You (An Erotic Romance) - Isis Cole (5 page)

  He caressed her breasts through the insubstantial material of her dress.  Dissatisfied with that, he reached behind her and undid the snap. 
 

  Rachel gave a soft, ecstatic cry when her hot, flushed breasts met the warm solidity of his chest.  Michael released a low, tortured groan.  His fingers fumbled with the zipper at her waist, and when it was undone, he pushed the dress past her hips until it slid down her thighs to the floor.
 

  She pushed him backwards, toward the piano seat.  He sat down, and pulled his jeans down to his feet, struggling to kick free of them.  He was already erect, throbbing, pulsing, just as he had as a much younger man.  She was ready, too.  For a moment, she hesitated.  She hadn’t been with a man since the divorce. 
 

  She kicked a leg over him, and lowered herself onto him.  A second later, he was pulsing inside of her.  She was tight and small and resistant, until her body stretched to accommodate him.  When he was buried completely inside of her, she sat astride him lap, facing him.  They looked into each other’s eyes. 
 

  “I remember you,” she said. 
 

  She closed her arms around his head, hugging it tightly against her, while she pressed her hips down onto his thighs, driving his throbbing cock deep inside her.  She moved against him, and he began to move inside her, advancing and retreating.  She bounced on him, harder, harder.  In a moment, the orgasm rose within her.  She rode him.  She threw her head back.  Her body shuddered.    
 

  “Yes!” she heard herself cry.   
 

  * * *
 

  Michael was not an early riser.  In the morning, she was up, dressed and showered before he was even awake.  It was the shower that woke him up.  He could hear it running, invading his dreams.  When it stopped, he drifted again. 
 

  Eventually, he opened his eyes to bright sunshine streaming in the window. 
Somewhere, a bird tweeted.  He was in her bed, wrapped up in white sheets and blankets.  He was nude. 
 

  She was across the room, standing in the doorway, looking at him.  She wore jeans and an old green work shirt.  Her hair was pulled back.  No makeup, very casual.  She looked beautiful.      
 

  He thought of the night they had enjoyed together.  They had gone from the late afternoon until the early hours of this morning.  They had torn into each other like children ripping open packages on Christmas.  His body was sore from it.    
 

  He smiled.  “Hello, you.”
 

  “Hi, Michael.  Would you like some breakfast?”
 

  He ignored the question.  He wasn’t a big breakfast person.  Usually a cup of black coffee was about all he had before noon.  Fleeting thoughts ran through his mind.  The movie producer yesterday, so excited to talk about the sound he wanted.  He wasn’t a bad guy, as entertainment industry types went.  And Michael was going to do it.  He was going to take the job.  He was going to be working again.     
 

  “You know,” Michael said.  “I’m thinking of spending this winter in Saint Thomas.  It would be nice if you came down and joined me.  I’ll be working on the film score, but you know, just a few hours a day.  The rest of the time we can do whatever we want.  Three months of awesome weather, amazing beaches, drinks at sunset.”
 

  It was a spur of the moment thing, inviting her.  All the same, it seemed right.  They couldn’t take up right where they left off, he understood that.  But you never knew.  If it turned out to be fun, they could…
 

  Rachel sort of half-frowned.  “Michael, that’s really sweet.  But I have a job.  And the girls are in school.”
 

  He shrugged.  “Never mind all that stuff.  We’ll have a tutor come in.  It’ll be a good experience for them, living abroad.  It looks good on college applications.  They want kids to be well-rounded these days.”
 

  “My oldest is in junior high school.”
 

  “See?  They’ll be getting a head start.”
 

  Rachel shook her head.  “What about my job?”
 

  He shrugged again. 
 

  She sat on the bed, very near him.  He realized that what he would like her to do, most of all, was take those clothes off and climb back into bed with him. 
 

  “Michael, this was very nice.  But…”
 

  “This was all there is?”
 

  “I don’t want to say that, but… ”
 

  Sure.  It made sense.  Michael could see that.  She had a job.  She had this house.  She had two daughters who Michael had never met.  He hadn’t even thought to ask her where they were.  She couldn’t be expected to just drop everything and spend the winter with him.  Quit her job?  And then what?  What if it didn’t work out between them?  He could see her concern.  He never thought of these types of things first.  He never had.
 

  She had a life, and she had no intention of leaving it for him.  So that raised questions.  In her mind, what was this meeting between them?  A fling?  A trip down memory lane?  He wasn’t sure.  Whatever it was…     
 

  “It was nice, though, wasn’t it?” he said. 
 

  She nodded.  It was her turn to smile.  “It was nice.”
 

  A new idea struck him.  “How about a week?” he said.  “Come down for a week.  Bring the girls.  I’ll get a big place.  Does that sound more realistic?”
 

  Rachel laughed.  “It’s close.  And it sounds like fun.”
 

  “Great.  Will you do it?”
 

  “Michael, I’ll think about it.”   
 

  The End
 

 
About the Author
 

  Isis Cole is the pen name of a bestselling and critically-acclaimed author.  Her erotic stories have been bestsellers in the USA, UK, Canada, Australia and France.  Her other works, written under her real name, have appeared throughout the world and in numerous languages. 
 

  She has also been an exotic dancer, a bartender, a publicist and an advertising executive. She loves to travel, and has visited more than 40 countries.
 

  Check out her website at
www.isiscole.com.