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Previous Teaser:

Chapter One
Chapter Two, Part One
Chapter Two, Part Two
Chapter Three, Part One

CHAPTER THREE
(Part Two – (includes last few paragraphs of last teasers))

A gentle rustling shook me out of my thoughts and I felt Connor’s protective arms pull my waist closer into his embrace. My body reflectively stiffened at his touch and I had to remind myself to relax. Even though I couldn’t remember many memories of him, he was no stranger. He’s your fiancé and you love him, I reminded myself. I desperately wished all my memories of him would return so I could remember our life together, so I could remember my love for him.

“Hey, good morning,” he groaned as he opened his eyes and yawned. He moved toward me and brushed away a stray hair from my face as he studied me. “How’d you sleep?”

I met his warm hazel eyes and smiled. “Good. How about you?”

“Great now that you’re here.” He pushed himself up and positioned his body over me. “You know, I just couldn’t get a good night’s rest the four months you weren’t here with me.”

I looked up at him and beamed. A wave of nerves ran down my body as he leaned down and kissed me gently. My fingers combed through his thick brown locks as I kissed him back. His mouth was gentle and slow as his tongue parted my lips and began to explore me. I let out a low moan as I felt his hands move under my camisole and greeted my breasts. My body immediately reacted to his touch, and it was clear that he knew how to turn me on. I gasped as I felt his hardness press down against my panties, telling me that he was already ready for me. His lips slowly moved down my neck, along my collarbone, and down to my breast where they took residence. I reflexively arched my back against his hungry mouth as he eagerly licked and sucked on my nipple, causing it to harden within seconds. Everything felt familiar yet new, and I felt dizzy and confused by the mixed bag of emotions that ran through me. I forced my eyes closed and tried to focus on nothing else but the way his body touched and excited mine.

But as I felt his hand reach to pull down my panties, my eyes flew opened and I stiffened. “Connor…” I reached for his hand to stop him from going any further. He pulled his mouth away from my nipple and met my eyes. He tried to hide the disappointment, but it was there, as plain as day, painted all over his face. “I’m sorry. I’m…”

“—Just not ready,” he finished my sentence. He immediately moved off my body.

I looked away, consumed with relief and guilt that I wasn’t about to have sex with him. “I’m sorry. It’s just that…all this is so new to me. I feel like I’ve only known you for two weeks.” I looked back at him, hoping he could hear the anguish in my voice. “I desperately wish I could remember everything.” I sat up and grabbed both of his hands and held them to my chest. “Please look at me.”

He met my eyes and I saw the pain in them. “I know, Liv…I’m really trying to be patient.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

I shook my head. “No. You haven’t pushed me. You’ve been more than understanding and protective of me over the last two weeks, and I’ve really appreciated it.”

“But you just don’t remember me…” His voice trailed off and I could hear the hurt laced in his silence.

“Connor, my body remembers you. My body is responding to you. I’m…I’m really wet and turned on.” My face grew hot with embarrassment as I heard my own admission.

“Really?” He looked at me hopefully.

I laughed softly. “Didn’t you noticed how my body reacted to your touch? Or am I imagining things?” I teased.

He flashed me a warm smile and the pain on his face disappeared.

“Please just give me some time to get to know you again.” I was riddled with guilt knowing that I was breaking this man’s heart each time I denied him, each time I stopped him from making love to me. But as much as I tried to force myself to allow it to happen, to see if it would bring back my memories of him, something inside me stopped me. It didn’t matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, this man was a stranger to me. He was the fiancé of the woman I once was, but he was a stranger to the woman I was now.