Roaring Hot! (Contemporary Romance): A Billionaire Biker Romance (19 page)

“The man with the heart problem.” He moved in on her. “But no more. You love me.”

“I do.”

“We’re complete now.” He plucked the ebony sticks from her hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders. Slowly, he untied her multiple sashes and peeled her kimono aside, kissing her neck, shoulders, and chest as he exposed each section of skin.

Amy’s knees went weak as Teo lowered her onto the futon. She cast all worries and fears from her mind, choosing to retain a peaceful awareness of the blending of her, him, and their surroundings. A glow surrounded her as she contemplated the soft light flickering from the lanterns above.

He explored every inch of her body, his eyes focused with intense concentration, his expression full of emotion, yet reverent. His kisses dotted her heated skin and every nerve ending of hers was fulfilled, loved, and stimulated.

He rolled her on top of him, then to his side, and then under him in movements so natural they weren’t choreographed. The joy of being in his arms, wrapped around each other, as if on clouds of love and passion, overwhelmed her senses, arousing her like never before.

The blood singing through her veins bloomed into heat, making her feel more alive, the world both vivid and dreamy, as if every part of her body was sexual, and every patch of skin as sensitive as her most erotic zones. Her passion unleashed itself, and she tore off the rest of his clothes. They tangled in the sheets, unscripted, with no beginning and no ending, their bodies melded together.

Wanting and demanding, she latched onto him, grabbing his face and fastening herself to him. She breathed him in, her lips grappling his mouth, tongue, teeth, kissing and tasting him with such fervor, that she had to back off and gasp for air, her flesh crying for the touch of his muscles, the grip of his hands, and the roughness of his beard stubble.

He was taking his time, ensuring her pleasure and arousing her beyond possibility into a wet, throbbing mess. Her nipples peaked under his tongue, and when his fingers dipped between her legs, she arched herself against the palm of his hand. Moaning from the exquisite pleasure, she dragged his hips against her open legs, needing him to fill and expand inside of her.

She welcomed his entrance, wrapping her wetness around him in love. Moving as one, they created art and beauty. Their bodies flowed with no beginning and no ending, as if one were inside the other and the other folded around and tucked itself inside again.

Waves of passion rushed over Amy, but she had no judgment, no concern. The only word she focused on was ‘choose.’ She chose Teo, chose love, chose truth, chose to let go.

Teo slathered kisses over her body, and he pumped her full and ferocious. In and out, like the deep breaths of meditation, he drew her pleasure into longer and higher peaks, climbing a circular stairway. Amy was no longer reaching. She had everything, the entirety of love, passion, and union wrapped between her legs. Tightening her hold, she rocked with him, her fingernails raking his back and her thighs squeezing as ecstasy surged, magnifying the drumming pulse in her ears. A concentrated rush swarmed her senses and slammed over her. Fireworks exploded behind her eyes, and a lush shiver creamed inside her, showering her with love and beauty.

She convulsed over and over, not counting, the pleasure nonstop, and when she could breathe no more, and her cries were hoarse and raw, her ‘one man’ Teo, held her close, completing her.

Their single moment of truth.

Amy’s cell phone pumped rap music, breaking the early morning calm. Sunlight filtered through the translucent paper windows, and Amy stumbled from the futon for the discarded kimono.

Where was it? She flipped through the layers of cloth for the hidden pocket.

Behind her, Teo groaned and stretched. “Hey, sweetie, come back to bed.”

“I can’t! I missed my meditation time. Oh, shit. Mia’s left messages, and I have a script reading in, crap, half an hour.”

“Relax, you’ll be fine.” He eased to her side and massaged her shoulders. “Spend the day with me. I want to take you on the gondolas up to the observatory, visit a Zen temple, and take you to Kyoto.”

“That’s going to take much more than a day.” Amy swiped through her schedule.

Teo grabbed her phone. “I’m cancelling all your appointments.”

“You can’t do that.”

Wasn’t that just like a man to come in and rearrange her life? By the way, he hadn’t told her his story yet. Yes, he’d made her weak and languid, transported her to heavenly delights with his love. She cast around the room, spotting at least three condom wrappers. Not that she recalled when he’d applied them. The love-making had been one continuous endless circle for her.

Teo tapped on the phone. “Mia? Yes, of course it’s me. Yes, she’s with me. What did you expect?”

Amy sizzled to attention. “Mia was in on this?”

“Everything’s taken care of.” Teo returned her phone. “All your appointments are with me. The gondola ride up Mt. Fuji, the Zen temple visit, and the appearance at the Yamada house in Kyoto.”

“What do you have to do with my appearances? I’m here to shoot a movie, not go sightseeing.”

“I see your brain’s still fogged from last night.” Teo dropped his hands to her breasts. “Shall I clarify?”

“Please do.” Amy’s traitorous body turned to instant mush. She laid back onto the futon, expecting him to start talking.

Instead, he went down, down, down, his motor mouth between her legs. A cascade of passion and heat engulfed her, and she gave up all protest. Letting go of her scattered thoughts, she gave herself over to the beauty of being loved.

* * *

Amy dragged her eyes open. What time was it? She couldn’t believe she’d let herself succumb to Teo again, and again. What was wrong with her? He still hadn’t answered any of her questions. Not that she’d had the breath to ask when she was moaning and panting.

She snapped herself from the orgasmic bliss he’d left her in. She’d love to stay all day, but she had appointments and needed to get going. After pulling a sheet over Teo’s sleeping form, she collected the pieces of her kimono.

It was wrinkled and misshapen, and there was no way she could attach the
obi
and all the strings exactly the same way Mia had done. Amy covered herself the best she could, but she didn’t need a mirror to know she was disheveled. Talk about a Japanese walk of shame. Fortunately, they were in the same compound.

The guest house was an ancient warrior’s mansion. If Mia was to be believed, the original owner’s last living descendant, had made the main house into a quasi-hotel and museum while occupying one wing. It was the same as the Yamada house in Kyoto she was supposed to visit for the script reading.

Was Teo involved with the Yamada family? Perhaps Oba-chan knew them. Amy had never bothered to check out his lineage. All the more reason to get back to her room or call Tasha and figure out why Teo was here in Japan.

Quietly, Amy slid the
shoji
screen aside and padded to the door. Her boots had been cleaned and her coat was pressed, hanging stiffly on the rack near the door.

As soon as she stepped out of Teo’s suite, a servant bowed to her. “Miss Suzuki, we have a car to take you to Kyoto.”

“But, I’m not ready. I thought my appointments were canceled.”

The servant remained silent.

“Well, thanks.” Amy scurried from Teo’s quarters and crossed the courtyard. She recognized a gate leading to her room, but it was locked. Furtively, she crept along the edge of the garden past tiny stone pagodas and scaled a low wall.

This had got to be the longest walk of shame ever.

She estimated the location of her room by counting windows. Darnit. Her window was exactly in the middle of a row facing Mt. Fuji where other vacationers were at this moment having tea and enjoying the view.

Hugging her coat tightly, she sprinted through the pavilion and ducked into the hallway. She had no time to remove her boots. They clomped loudly as she tore around the corner for her door.

“Aaaa!”

“Oh my!”

Amy barreled into two elderly women, almost knocking them down. “Sorry, sorry.”

Oba-chan and Sister Soledad stared at her, their mouths wide with shock.

“We came to visit you, but it’s obvious you were out.” Oba-chan shook her bony finger at Amy while Sister Soledad crossed herself.

Amy’s heart took a flying leap and plummeted to the ground. Both Teo’s grandmother and mother were here, and Teo hadn’t told her anything about what was going on.

“I, uh, was taking a walk. Exercising. What a beautiful morning. Maybe later?” Amy pasted on a grin and waved while sidestepping toward her door.

“Amy, there you are.” Teo’s voice sailed from the other side of the hallway. He stopped in his tracks when he spied his mother and grandmother.

They advanced slowly on him as he advanced toward her. Great. A standoff right at her door. She couldn’t even get past them. Where was Mia?

Just then, her door opened and Mia chirped, “Amy-chan will be back in a moment from her morning walk.”

Thank you, Mia!

“Please come in,” Mia continued. “I’ve prepared tea, not as ceremonious as you would like, but please, have a seat.”

No, Mia. Don’t.

Teo, his grandmother, and his mother filed into her room. Now what was she going to do?

“Amy, your visitors are here.” Mia yelled so loud her voice echoed up and down the corridor.

No choice but to duck and enter.

“Please, have tea and excuse me for a minute.” Amy swept past her guests and closed herself in the bathroom. Her hair was flyaway, her face raw from kisses and beard scratch. Her lips were swollen, and her skin glowed with a rose colored flush. Black and blue bite marks decorated her neck, and she sported a particularly dark one on her breast.

There was no sense delaying the moment. They wouldn’t be leaving until she spoke to them. She was running late for the reading with the author of the
Dark Samurai
, and a limo was waiting to take her to Kyoto. What a mess.

Amy showered and pulled on a modest suit dress. She prepared her face with light makeup and stepped from her bedroom.

Her guests were seated on the floor around a square table, being served bento boxes. Teo looked up, his face spreading into a joyous grin.

Amy couldn’t help but return his smile. He was so cute, definitely happy to see her and be with his mother and grandmother. Amy bowed to the two elderly women, then took a seat at the table.

Mia, who was dressed in a brightly ornamented kimono, poured tea for her.

“Welcome, Oba-chan and Sister Soledad,” Amy said. “I’m honored by your visit.”

They nodded graciously and smiled.

Amy sipped her tea, trying not to choke at Teo’s smug expression. This was all his fault. Who told him to barge in on her tea ceremony and kiss the living daylights out of her?

“Teo.” She tapped his leg under the table. “Do you have anything to tell me?”

He peered at her over his teacup and wet his lips. “I owe everything to you, Amy, for finding my mother and bringing her back to me. We’ve been writing letters after your visit, and I got to spend Christmas with her in the Philippines.”

Amy raised an eyebrow at Sister Soledad. After all, the last time she’d spoken to her, the nun had refused to contact her son.

“I know you think I’m a bad mother,” Sister Soledad stammered. “But I couldn’t get a visa until Teo’s father dropped the kidnapping charges against me.”

“Kidnapping?” The blood drained from Amy’s head. “Wasn’t that a long time ago?”

“Yes, when Teo was three, I tried to take him to the Philippines.” The nun bowed her head. “But they caught me at the airport and gave me a choice of jail or deportation.”

“That’s awful.” Amy’s hand clapped over her mouth. “How come Teo didn’t know about this?”

“That was my fault,” Oba-chan said. “Teo had to go through therapy. He wasn’t speaking and withdrew into a shell. Once I got him interested in motorcycles, he seemed to have forgotten about his mother. I decided it would be better not to bring her up.”

“But when he tried to visit? Why did you refuse him?” Amy wasn’t buying their neatly put together story. She glanced at Teo and he took her hand, smiling reassuringly.

“She didn’t know I was there.” He squeezed her hand gently. “They didn’t give my name, just said a man was looking for her. She doesn’t pray with men.”

“So, how did you get the charges dropped?” Amy addressed Teo’s mother.

“I ordered Teo’s father to drop them,” Oba-chan said. “I suspected you’d gone to see Sister Soledad when your brother posted a photo you took of graffiti art in the Philippines. I contacted the convent and they told me you’d been there, so I called Soledad and told her Teo had woken from his coma and was asking for her.”

“I was coming out of the coma,” Teo said. “I heard your voice, Amy, calling to me, and I couldn’t believe you were gone. I also heard my mother telling me she’d rather pray for me than be with me.”

“Isn’t that amazing?” Oba-chan said. “The night he heard your voices and came out of the coma was the same time you two were praying halfway around the world.”

Amy gazed at Sister Soledad as tears blurred her vision. “I’m so happy you’re here. It means so much to Teo.”

“And I’m so glad he found you.” Soledad dabbed at the corners of her eyes. “He needs someone strong to love him. Someone with convictions, who’d go halfway around the world for him. When I saw the love you had for him, I determined I would risk jail to see my son again. I lost so many years with him.”

“But Teo had forgotten you, Amy.” Oba-chan’s grating voice cut in. “He had amnesia. I was going to let it go. You have your acting career and Teo needed to recover.”

“Only we saw the videos,” Soledad said. “The reality show.”

“You watched all of it?” Amy gaped at Sister Soledad and stared at her crucifix. Her mind was reeling at all the news. The show hadn’t exactly portrayed her as a loving girlfriend.

“Yes, and both of us saw nothing but the love you had for him, even though you tried to hide it.” Teo’s mother patted Amy’s hand. “We knew Teo had to find you again.”

The day visibly brightened and Amy felt a warm light glowing in her heart. She turned to Teo. “So you remembered?”

Time stood still as Teo opened his mouth, then closed it. His eyebrows drew together, and he bit his lips swallowing hard.

“Well,” Amy prompted. “What made you remember me?”

“I don’t remember you.” His face was solemn. “I don’t want to lie to you, but a lot of our time is blank. I get glimpses and pieces. I watched the videos hoping it would jog my memory: the ziplining trip, cruising down the canal, the interviews of you talking about your hope for love, even the scenes where you disrespected me and threw the other actor in my face.”

“Wait.” The blood froze in Amy’s veins and her heart stumbled to her knees. “You don’t remember? They told you about me? And you watched the videos?”

Obviously she loved him. It had been written by her actions and every emotion she portrayed on the reality show. But if he didn’t remember her, then he couldn’t possibly have feelings for her.

No wonder he hadn’t said he loved her last night. Amy’s stomach contracted as if a giant fist had socked the breath out of her. She bent and gasped for breath, unable to control her tears.

What a fool she’d been thinking the tea ceremony was a grand reunion. She’d given herself to him when all he wanted was to confirm the truth of her love. He was still the wounded man with the heart problem unable to return her love. Even worse, he had no inkling of the feelings he had for her during their time together. None.

Choking on her sobs, Amy tore from the table and dashed for her room. He didn’t remember her. Didn’t remember the most important events in her life, their first meeting, the Elvis show, the ride to Napa, and his words telling her he loved her. However, on the plus side, it meant he didn’t remember the bad things either.

“Amy, I can explain.” Teo tugged her shoulder. “I’m trying to remember.”

“Go away. Don’t force yourself, Teo. Just go. It’ll hurt less if you leave.”