the piano. There was no reason why they couldn’t act on what they felt. Maybe he held back because he was a cop? But she didn’t care about police protocol. She wanted him.
Her heart raced when she remembered the heat in his eyes just moments before. They were adults, after all. She was certain she wasn’t married. Well, as certain as anyone could be considering she had no memory.
Rose glanced down at her hand. No wedding ring and no lines to indicate there’d ever been one. Besides, wouldn’t she just know if there was someone important in her life? Wouldn’t they have been looking for her? Have already found her?
Nate sprawled onto an overstuffed armchair that faced the piano. He casually cradled the back of his head into the palms of his hands where his fingers intertwined, flung a leg over the arm of the chair, and arched a sexy brow in her direction.
Her breath caught at the flash of desire she saw in his eyes. She wondered if he cared for her beyond just the sexual attraction that sparked between them.
She faced the piano and placed her hands on the smooth ivory keys. Closing her eyes, she let instinct take over. The sweet sound of the music flowed through her and washed away everything but the peacefulness of the song. A soft classical tune that started slow and increased to a pounding crescendo that vibrated through the air, before dropping to a mere whisper of music and then rising to an exciting dramatic finish. She wasn’t sure about the name of the song, but she must have played it often to know it so perfectly. She sat quietly for a moment and let the memory of the music wash over her.
She glanced at Nate and froze. He was no longer relaxed in the chair. Instead, he leaned forward with his hands clasped together, his forearms resting on his knees. He watched her with an intensity that stole her breath and left her knees weak.
Her heart fluttered wildly.
“That was amazing.” He stood up and held out his hand. “You are amazing.”
As her heart pounded, Rose placed her hand in his and he tugged her to her feet and led her to the elevator. When they stepped inside, Nate punched the top floor button and the doors closed. She glanced at him. He watched her with heavy, lidded eyes. The sound of silence, and the charged emotions that flowed between them, filled the small space.
When they reached the top floor, the elevator came to a sudden halt. Rose stumbled, and Nate wrapped his arms around her and held her firmly against him.
His erection pressed at her back. He groaned and tightened his grip. Her knees turned to jelly, and her breath came in short gasps as desire took control. Rose wanted him. Wanted him to hold her and make love to her. She wanted to feel like a normal woman and not some pathetic fragile victim.
As the elevator doors opened and they stepped out, she turned and met his stormy gaze. His eyes raged with his internal struggle. She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. His lips met hers in a soft kiss. Nate tensed and a shudder shook him. He tore his mouth from hers and buried his face in her hair.
“Rose, we shouldn’t do this,” he murmured. His voice infused with need.
“Why not?” She wanted him and wouldn’t let the moment die. He wanted her, even if he tried to deny it.
“You’re not yourself. You’ve been through a terrible trauma and need time to heal. To get back your memory before...before we can see what this thing between us is about.”
“I don’t want to wait. I want you now.” She gripped the back of his head and brought his lips back to hers.
With a soft moan, she pressed her tongue against his mouth seeking entrance. A surge of triumph swept through her when his resistance gave away.
Nate went all in. He opened his mouth and captured her tongue with a growl. The sound of his capitulation was music to her ears.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and deepened the kiss as he lifted her up against him. His other