She woke up to the exquisitely pleasant sensation of warm, manly lips trailing kisses along her neck and a strong, firm hand kneading her breast. She knew instantly that it was Brian, even without opening her eyes. She knew it was him, because she instantly felt the same way he had made her feel that morning – beautiful, feminine, desired, cherished.
"Wake up, my love. I need you," Brian whispered, in his wickedly tempting voice.
She smiled, turning onto her back to face him. She opened her eyes and found him watching her intently. The visions that she had seen of possible memories from her past flitted through her mind, but she pushed them away. Even if it was incredibly wrong, she wanted to enjoy what time she had with Brian. She wanted to experience being 'his love'.
"You're back," she whispered. "I missed you."
"I haven't been gone long," Brian said with a smile. "Only a couple of hours."
"Still, I missed you."
She pulled him down for a kiss, opening her mouth under his so that he could surge inside. Her lips were moist and succulent, clinging to his as she followed where he led. He craved her, needed her, wanted her, with a desperation that scared him. But he knew he couldn't appease his own needs if it meant hurting her. He ended the kiss with a shuddering sigh and searched her eyes. The huge brown pools were full of trust as she smiled at him. He couldn't betray that trust.
"Angel, there is something I have to tell you."
"Not now," she insisted, kissing his neck above his collar. "Make love to me again. It feels so wonderful."
Brian closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her lips trailing down his neck. "I went back to where I found you yesterday. I think I found some of your things."
"I'll look at them later," she murmured, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt.
Her fingers were a soft delight as she explored his chest. Brian really didn't want her to stop, but neither did he want her to hate him if she found out that she had a husband or fiancé waiting for her.
"Sarah, listen. We really need to discuss this now."
When she heard the name Sarah, she stilled. She drew back to look at him with a worried frown.
"Why did you call me that?" she whispered.
"I found some things that might belong to you. The name 'Sarah' is written in a book. I assumed that it was your name."
"Oh no," she groaned miserably.
She covered her face with her hands and shook her head as if in denial. She slid her hands up through her hair, giving Brian a pained look.
"I think you're right. We should have a look at those things now."
Brian nodded and retrieved a cloth suitcase from the floor by the door. She opened it and began removing items, while he sat on the edge of the bed. There were several pretty dresses. She looked them over carefully, but they didn't stir any memories. She fingered a wooden hairbrush. There were a few strands of long blonde hair, just like hers, wound through the bristles. A small purse contained some money, she guessed about twenty dollars, although she didn't count it. Finally, she came to the books.
"This is where I found the name 'Sarah'," Brian said quietly. He had been watching her reactions closely. "Do any of the items seem familiar to you?"
"No," she whispered. "I don't recognize any of them."
He pulled out the book of sonnets and handed it to her. "Look inside," he said. "There's a photo and an inscription."
Just like Brian had done, she looked at the photo first. Her brow furrowed as she studied the face. She tried to tell if it was the same man she had seen in her memories, but she couldn't decide. Both the man in the photo and the man in her visions had dark hair and a mustache, but that didn't mean it was the same man. She didn't recognize the man in the photo, but something about his face seemed familiar. She looked for a long time, but couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"I don't know who he is," she said softly, "but somehow, I think I've met him before."
Brian swallowed hard. "Read the inscription. See what you think."
She read the words several times, but they stirred no memories. Shaking her head, she looked at Brian and sighed. "I don't recognize the handwriting or the name that he signed. And what does Y.L.F.mean?" she mused.
"I was hoping you could tell me," Brian murmured. "What about the name 'Sarah'? Do you think that is your name?"
She nodded her head. "There's something I haven't told you. I had two memories today, just brief flashes really. They were sort of like visions, but I feel certain they were memories of things that have happened to me." She met his eye briefly. "In the visions, there was a man. I couldn't see his face clearly, but he had dark hair and a mustache."
"Was he this man?" Brian asked, fingering the photo.
"I don't know," she said with a shrug. "I was trying to decide that before, but I can't be certain. Anyway, this man called me Sarah in both of the visions."
"So that must be your name," Brian said, looking anything but pleased by the discovery.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking like that?"
He blew out a frustrated breath and ran a hand through his hair. "Because if you are Sarah, it looks as if you have a fiancé, maybe even a husband."
