Forgotten Truth (The Forgotten Series Book 1) by Virginia Wine

electric. I’ve thought a lot about you.”
    I can’t resist asking, “And what were those thoughts?”
    He leans in and brushes his lips over mine. I can taste the wine on his mouth and it’s making me dizzy.
    “About tonight, about getting to know you better, to know who you really are.” He looks right into my eyes.
    I’m speechless, but I know it’s my turn. This is his dance he’s perfected, and I’m the one left learning the steps.
    “I’ve thought of you too.” A tinge of pink colors my cheeks as my face heats, and I have to look down.
    He lifts my chin with his finger. “Bryer, if I were to divulge my thoughts, I’d be the one blushing.” Then he presses his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. His tongue slides in my mouth and moves fast and frantic. “If we don’t leave soon, I’ll have my wicked way with you.”
    We’re both cemented to the floor, neither willing to untangle.
    “Wicked way? You’re such a charmer.”
    “That dress,” he whispers.
    My body responds quicker than my mind. He buries his hands in my hair and holds my head in place. He slides them down my neck to my shoulders, then slowly down my arms till he reaches my hands. To my surprise, he interlocks our fingers while he slows the kiss down to a gentle speed. I feel like I’ve just downshifted. But it allows me to take a much needed breath.
    “God, you’re beautiful.” His forehead touches mine. “What are you doing to me?” He shakes his head.
    “I feel it too, Nathan,” I confess. “Let’s finish our wine.” Bringing us both down to Earth. I’m very curious what he has in mind for tonight, because so far every single cell in my body is saying yes, yes, yes. “Where are we going?”
    “My lips are sealed. I know you’ll like it.”
    We arrive at the Ritz hotel and I look over at him as the valet approaches. I raise an eyebrow.
    As if reading my mind, he says, “They have the most delectable restaurant.”
    We walk into the lobby and the entire place is elegant, plush, with wall to wall extravagant rich carpets, old dark mahogany wood, and the lighting is beautifully done--low and romantic.
    Nathan grabs my hand and leads me to the large sitting area by a fireplace, where a small table and two chairs are set up. “What do you think?”
    “You’ve captured my attention.” I’m in awe at what he’s arranged.
    He pulls out my chair and leans over behind me. “Our reservations aren’t for forty-five minutes, so I thought we could have a drink here by the fire.” After moving my hair, he gently places a kiss on my neck.
    “Oh God.”
    With baited breath, I wait for his next move. But, with a little too much smugness, he takes his seat. That’s a lot of ego.
    The waitress approaches and interrupts us. She takes our drink order and finally leaves. Now it’s time to break down some of Mr. James’ walls.
    “Do you come here often? This is a magical place.”
    “I’ve been here on several occasions. The food is great, but the ambiance is what brings me back.”
    “I can see why.” I look around, soaking it all in.
    Our drinks arrive, and I take a less than lady-like sip then wait for the waitress who seems to be salivating over Nathan to leave. “Tell me, Nathan, do you date a lot? I can’t help but be curious seeing you the other night.”
    I can tell he’s attempting to find just the right words. “I haven’t been in a serious relationship in a long time, if that’s what you’re asking, but yes I do date.”
    “Do you date exclusively or just play around?” I try not to let judgment lace my voice.
    “Both. I have dated in the past, but if you want to label casual, as playing around, then I do that too.”
    “And where do I fit into these categories?” Before this goes any farther, I want to know, because I won’t be a one-night stand. I know myself too well. Once I get him close to me, I won’t want to let go.
    “I think my actions have shown my intentions. I like you, and I feel a