The next few hours passed quickly, with Amara enjoying the new friendship with Claire and learning that they had a lot of common interests. And when Claire finally tried on her wedding gown and asked Amara's opinion, she'd replied honestly that she'd never seen a more beautiful bride. A melancholy look entered Claire's eyes as she explained how she'd grown up without a mother, and while her father was very dear to her, it was times like this that made being without a feminine influence in her life difficult. Amara understood Claire's feelings because she still felt the loss of both of her parents and suspected she always would. By the time they left the boutique midafternoon, their arms were ladened with shopping bags filled with bridal accessories and new outfits for both of them. The dress Amara had chosen had fit perfectly, and she'd splurged on matching shoes, tasteful earrings, and even new lingerie to replace her practical cotton underwear. She pa
Reece's day in Reno had been a long one, but very productive, and for that, he couldn't complain, despite the disturbing details of Amara's past he'd uncovered. The moment he came back to San Francisco, he'd decided to swing by the office and update Bryce on the information he'd discovered. Sitting in one of the chairs directly in front of Bryce's desk, Reece told him what he'd learned from Amara's ex-landlady, an older woman named Marie who'd seemed genuinely fond of Amara and concerned about her welfare. Once he'd shown proof of his identity as a P.I. and explained that Amara's life was possibly in jeopardy, the woman had offered him a wealth of valuable information that had been incredibly helpful. Now Reece passed on the details of their meeting to Bryce."While Amara was attending college at the University of Nevada, she started dating a guy called Don Anderson," he said, trying not to let the rage he'd experienced during the conversation with Marie
He gave his notes another glance. The details would be useful in his investigation, and with Amara, as well, when she finally regained her memory. What threw him the most were the three very different, distinct personalities he'd discovered of Amara over the past few days. He'd originally met a reserved woman at Frank's, one who worked and studied hard and didn't allow anyone to get too close. Now he understood why… Today, he learned about the vulnerable woman caught up in a mentally abusive relationship that had undoubtedly cut down her self-esteem and made her more wary with men. A woman who'd chosen a solitary lifestyle, all because she feared her past would eventually catch up to her. And now, at this very moment, waiting for him upstairs, was a woman with incredible internal strength who was coping with the loss of her memory and making the best of an uncertain situation. Amara now wore her emotions on her sleeve, openly
Obeying his request, Amara slid to the floor in front of Reece. She removed her gown, tossed it aside, and pushing his knees open, she moved in between. Slowly, deliberately, Amara eased the tab of his zipper down and over the thick shaft stretching tight the front of his jeans. Then, she grasped the waistband and pulled both his pants and briefs down his legs and off, leaving him just as naked as she was. Wetting her lips with her tongue as if he were a sensual feast she was about to devour, she encircled his hard length with her soft, slender fingers and squeezed his erect flesh. A drop of pre-come appeared, and Amara used her thumb to spread the silky bead of moisture over the broad tip and along the ridge of his shaft. His stomach muscles flexed, his member pulsed in response, and a lustful groan rumbled in his chest, encouraging her to continue. The sweetest, most seductive smile appeared on her lips."Now it's your turn to watch."
Working was indeed what Amara really needed to keep her mind from what was going on with her. Thank God she didn’t have to twist Reece’s arm too much in order to get a light ‘okay... if you must’ from his part. Amara slipped a new drink order behind the bar to Frank, then loaded her tray with a fuzzy navel and two bottles of beer to deliver to another table in the establishment. She scooped up a bowl of peanuts and gathered a few extra napkins just as Tiffany sidled up next to her at the bar to place a drink order of her own."You have new customers at tables seven and fourteen," she said, slanting Amara a quick, attentive glance. "Would you like me to take their orders for you?" Amara had only been on her shift for about forty minutes, but within sixty seconds of working the floor, she'd known that she was going to have to prove to her co-worker and friend, and to her boss… well, to everyone around, that she was fully capable of handling her job no coddl
The words written on the napkin hit her in the stomach with the force of a thousand heavyweight boxers. Cold sweat went down her spine and her heart stopped beating for a few instants. "Oh, God…" Amara croaked and dropped the ominous note as if it were toxic waste. Her entire body shook uncontrollably, the tremors starting deep and working their way up to the surface. The words ‘be more careful of your surroundings’ echoed strongly in her mind, and an image of the man at the restaurant saying them formed in her head. Had he followed her here to where she worked? And if so, why? The questions came fast and furiously, but unfortunately, there were no answers. Her head spun, an awful pressure grew in her chest, and an unexplainable fear clawed inside her as if attempting to break loose. Amara swayed on her feet, desperately trying to tamp down those alarming emotions, afraid if she dared to set them free, they'd strangle her.
She touched her fingers to his lips, so soft, warm, and wet from their kiss. “Amara… Baby… We have to talk…” he insisted, trying to focus on the issue at hand, and not on her sexual advances. "No, darling… We don’t!” Amara countered. “All I want now is to be with you, Reece. I want to feel your hands touching me, your mouth on my breasts, my belly, my thighs. I want your tongue on my sex… I need you, deep inside of me." Her request was explicit and shameless, but she didn't care. Being brutally honest with Reece was the only way she could make him understand the fierce need to be possessed by him. Not gently, but physically branded, so she knew she belonged to him and no one else. "Make me your love slave, Reece" she whispered huskily, tempting and teasing him with a reminder about their bet at the bar. “Tonight, make me yours in every way possible or imaginable.” His breathing deepened, his nostrils flared, and Amanda watched in pure female fascinat
It was nine-thirty the following morning before Reece heard the upstairs shower turn on and assumed that Amara had finally gotten out of bed. As for him, he'd been awake since before his alarm clock had gone off at five. He'd taken his own shower, had quietly gotten dressed for the day, then left Amara burrowed deep in the covers while he headed downstairs, to his home office. He wanted to get some work done before she woke up and he finally explained her past relationship with that bastard called Don Anderson. Last night, the woman he had in his bed had been completely and utterly insatiable to the point of exhausting them both, Reece recalled with a smile. They'd made love three times, and once their passions had cooled, peace and calm had settled over Amara. When she'd snuggled up to him and asked him to just hold her, Reece hadn't been able to destroy the bubble of intimacy with a serious discussion about her stalker. He knew there would be