I'll Remember You (Hell Yeah!) by Sable Hunter Page B

weapons being bandied about seemed to be over-kill in his mind.
    Staring in the mirror, he noticed his hair was growing back over the bald spot where he’d had the operation. All in all, Austin was becoming more and more used to himself. At first, he’d looked at his own hands as if they belonged to a stranger. In many ways, he felt like an imposter. No matter how hard he tried, his past always eluded him.
    Picking up his shaving kit, he stared at it, trying to remember buying something so ostentatious. It was covered in silver. None of his things felt familiar, yet he wasn’t tempted to unpack the contents. He felt like a visitor. Opening it wide, he dug in the bag, and was surprised when his finger touched something cold and hard on the bottom. He pulled it out. It was a coin. A gold coin. Austin turned it over and over, looking at the image of a woman on the side, her delicate profile and long hair giving him an odd feeling of recognition.
    Something seemed to come over him. He could see underwater, like he was swimming. And then he saw a cave and a glimmer on the floor. A flashback ripped through his mind, causing an abrupt shaft of pain to seize his temples. He remembered! He’d found this coin while diving. A feeling of excitement overcame him. But it wasn’t just the event he remembered, it was the feeling, the significance.
    Again, he stared at the coin. Something about the woman stamped into the side was familiar. He stared at it. Who are you? He ran his hand over the grooves, over the profile. “Speak to me, beautiful. Tell me your name.” Pressing the coin to his lips, he wondered at its significance. Did it belong to her? Clasping it tightly in his palm, he squeezed it, then raised it to his lips and kissed it. “I want to remember. I want to come home.” Carefully, he placed the coin on the vanity table, shed his clothes and climbed beneath the spray. Once there, he cleansed his body, letting his mind wander freely. How many women had he known? His whole life was like a faded canvas where a detailed scene had once been painted. But the sun had beat down on it and faded the colors to just a vague pale outline. The tapestry of his life had become unraveled and he didn’t know how to reknit the strands.
    Leaning against the cool tile, Austin let the warm water sluice over him. It wasn’t something he understood, but his body longed for someone he couldn’t place. If he closed his eyes, he could feel her touch. Letting his mind meld with his dreams, he could feel her—she was here. Standing right behind him. Her lips, just those sweet, plump lips, placed a kiss right in the center of his back. He groaned, his cock immediately responding. Softly, she began to touch him, running her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. Austin held his breath as she stepped closer. Now he could feel her stiff little nipples grazing the skin of his back. Little licks ran all over his shoulders. If he was really still, he could feel her teeth graze his skin. She wanted him. “Touch me, please,” he begged.
    A lilting laugh made his heart race. And when he felt her palms rub down his arms, and her breasts press flat against him, he pushed back, needing more contact. “You’re ripped. I love to touch you. I hunger for you. I ache,” she purred.
    “Don’t torture me,” he growled.
    He shuddered when her hands skated under his arms and came around to massage his pecs. She was driving him mad, rubbing his muscles, paying special attention to his nipples. Austin threw his head back, turning his face to find her lips. Their mouths crashed together and he got lost in her kiss. All the while, she petted him, molding his chest, pressing her luscious little body against his. “Please...” He was asking for something—anything.
    And then she gifted him, letting her hand glide low until she made contact with his burgeoning erection. He was stone hard, leaking and aching for her touch. No one else would do. “Do you want