I am a blank canvas that even the artist in me doesn’t know how to fill. My life started the day I escaped and woke up in the hospital.
Escaped from reality. Escaped from fear. Escaped from him.
Nothing exists before that, and as the days trickle by, I’m positive there’s nothing after that either.
I try though. For Poppa, who hasn’t left my side since I woke up, I try to live.
But every attempt is futile. So I escape again and start fresh on a small island, where there aren’t any expectations to fulfill. Where family and friends I don’t remember can’t look at me with sadness and disappointment.
And when Travis Keillar comes into my life everything changes. The memories I’ve lost become unimportant to the memories I’m creating with him. For the first time since I opened my eyes that fateful day in the hospital, life smiles back at me.
Until it doesn’t.
Until he comes back for me.
For revenge of crimes I don’t remember committing.
I’m half asleep when he lays me on my bed, but am startled awake when he starts to remove my jeans.
“Shower and then sleep.”
He kisses my stomach before tracing kisses down one leg and then the other as he slips the jeans off of me. I watch him, my eyes intent on his every movement. When he finishes, I sit up and lift my hand over my head, so he can remove my shirt.
Cold air hits my chest, making me inhale a sharp breath. After he removes his shirt, Travis lays me back down and leans over me. Heightened pleasure coils inside me as I lie beneath the bulk of this beautiful man. His lips trace kisses from my navel to my neck where he devotes the most amount of time. I run my fingers over his neck in lazy circles, never wanting him to stop.
After unsnapping my bra, he sucks my pebbled nipples. My head presses back against the bed while my mouth opens on a silent moan.
“No,” I complain on a strangled groan when he lifts me in his arms and takes me to my shower where a hot spray awaits me.
Travis winks when he places me on the rug in front of the shower and then kisses my jaw. I help Travis out of his jeans and then take his hand, guiding us into the shower. Under the spray, I run my fingers over his chest and then wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his face to me. When our lips touch, everything around us disappears.
Our lips tangle long enough for our souls to join while our bodies flush together, forcing away the air between us. His fingers trail up my thigh, resting his hands on my ass. Pushing me against the shower wall, he presses his thigh between my legs, separating them. With his cock throbbing against me, he rubs, and fluttering ripples of pleasure explode inside of me.
It’s just us. And all I can do is feel.
A heart full of love and a life full of laughter—that’s what his kiss promises me.
So, I open myself to him, completely, and I trust in us.
Yessi Smith lives in South Florida with her husband, seven-year-old son, and newborn baby. She is also owned by a neurotic border collie and “ferocious” rottweiler.
She has a bachelor’s degree in business management and a master’s in human resource management. She has held several jobs, from picking up dog poop to upper management positions. Now, she hopes to leave the business world behind, so she can live full-time in a world that does not exist until she places her fingers on a keyboard and brings it to fruition.