Forbidden Imprint [Book 5] ✔️

9 • Without Understanding

REBECCA'S POV

I reached up and brought his head to me, our lips mashing against each others in urgent need. I loved his face...his incredibly beautiful brown eyes, his dark hair, his high cheekbones, the slight dent in his chin that emphasized his chiseled features.

He entered me and I moaned in sheer ecstasy as he set a pace that had me soon reaching a dizzying explosion of feeling. My heart raced as I tried to get my breath back. He kissed me one more time, long and sensual before slowly removing himself from me, sending further tingles of pleasure throughout my already sensitized body.

"Baby, that was so good."

My eyes flew open and I looked up into the blond haired, blue eyed features of my husband. I smiled weakly at him as guilt consumed me. He left the bed and began to pull out fresh clothes from the dresser.

"Ian, why don't you stay home today...we'll make a day of it?" I practically begged.

I didn't want Ian to leave me. The restlessness I always seemed to have these days whenever I was left alone too much began to work its way back into my system. Ian returned to the bed and sat down next to me.

"You know I can't Becca. We have a bunch of tourists who booked surfing lessons today. I can't leave Hank to handle a class size like that by himself. As it is, I'm already going to be away from the school for a week starting tomorrow. I'm leaving for that surfing competition in Cocoa Beach, remember?"

"Oh," I muttered. "I forgot."

"You sure you don't want to come with me?" Ian asked.

"No...that's okay," I sighed. "Marissa and I were talking about rearranging the gallery display. It'll take a few days to do."

Ian smiled and gave me one more kiss before getting up to take a shower. I rolled over and pulled his pillow to me. I drifted off to sleep and woke up an hour later. I was going to have to go into the gallery in a couple of hours. Maybe I'd go in earlier though just so I could avoid the anxiousness I felt.

Sighing, I got out of bed and took a shower of my own. I dressed in some capris and a tank top and headed outside. We had a house that was near the beach. I walked to it, relishing the feel of the pale sand beneath my feet. I sat down and cupped some of it up in my hand, letting the fine grain drift through my fingers. It was so different than the pebbled beaches of La Push.

And just like that the lid holding my emotions in check blew off and fierce longing consumed and crippled me. I put my head wearily on my drawn up knees and tried for the millionth time to understand my reaction. Why? Why was I so drawn to La Push? For so long, whenever I thought of the reservation, I could only think of my mom and the accident that took her life and crippled my father.

Pain shot through me again as I thought of my dad. I wanted to see him and my sister again. I wanted to see Paul, Devlin, and Sean. I wanted to see--"

I got up and began to pace. I wanted to see my family...no one else. There was no other reason for me to return to La Push, except to see my family. I was homesick. That was all. It wasn't like I was fantasizing about...I mean I didn't fantasize every day about...

Embry

I sucked in a sharp breath as the strange yearning I felt became even fiercer. I stared out at the ocean, its beauty lost on me today. Admitting defeat, I acknowledged to myself that I wanted to see Embry. It wasn't the first time I had this internal debate with myself and it wouldn't be the last. Every day it seemed that I tried to talk myself into at least calling him. Maybe if I just picked up the phone and heard his voice, it would help me to understand my reaction to my friend. I'd had this impulse since I saw Embry again at Jake's wedding rehearsal.