Nikki trembled in Indy’s arms. She needed him so much, needed for them to belong to each other.

“Will you accept me as your mate?” His voice was so deep it was almost a growl.

“Yes,” she told him, happy tears prickling her eyes.

He guided himself against her, pressing slowly inside her, filling her until she thought she couldn’t take anymore and then pressing onward until she was stuffed so full it hurt.

He paused, waiting as she throbbed around him, until she let him know she was okay by sinking her nails into his shoulders and lifting her hips to him to ask for more.

He eased himself out.

“Nikki, I love you,” he whispered as he pressed inside her a second time.

She cried out at the intensity of the pleasure coupled with his words.

“I love you,” he told her again as he thrust inside her.

Nikki felt her orgasm building inside her, rocketing toward her like a train on the tracks.

She whimpered, jogging her hips.

Indiana answered with another firm thrust.

“Nikki,” he groaned, the tension in his voice telling her that his own climax was near.

“I love you,” she managed to tell him.

Nikki wailed with pleasure as she felt herself clamp down on him in endless waves of ecstasy.

Indiana cried out and then she felt him throb and jet inside her.

A feeling of awakening came over Nikki, as if she had thrown off a veil. She could see every detail of the room as if her eyes were focusing on them all at once - the vines in the wallpaper, the crack in the ceiling that looked like the Nile, the covers of the National Geographic magazines on the bedside table.

“Nikki,” Indiana whispered.

That was when she realized her eyes were still closed.

She opened them, unsure if she might be hallucinating.

Everything was just as it had been with her eyes closed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her, a concerned look on his face.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I… I was looking at the room even though my eyes were shut.”

A slow smile spread across his face.

“What?” she asked.

“Nikki,” he said. “We just clicked.”

“Oh,” she said, momentarily distracted by the happy idea.

“And I think you just got my gift.”

“You mean…” she found herself unable to continue.

“I mean, I think your memory has been enhanced,” he said. “Sit up.”

She sat and he handed her a magazine.

“Open it up,” he said. “Glance at a page and then put it down.”

She did as he said.

It was an ordinary page of a magazine - a photo of the Hubble Space telescope and a long article.

“Close it,” he said.

Nikki closed the magazine and set it down.

“Read it,” he told her.

“I can’t…” she began. But she trailed off as she realized that she could, and easily. The article appeared before her eyes as if she were holding it, facts about the telescope and its images filling her mind.

“You can,” he whispered to her.

“This is crazy,” she murmured, flipping through the magazine again, then closing her eyes.

Indiana stroked her hair gently.

She opened her eyes again and looked into his.

He winked.

And she closed her eyes and watched him do it again.

And again.

“Oh, wow,” she said.

He chuckled, so she opened her eyes again.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“It’s a heck of an engagement gift,” she said.

“It may make your life more complicated,” he told her. She sensed how carefully he was choosing his words.

She thought about what it would be like, having the ability to replay her memories over and over.

“Is it complicated for you?” she asked.

“It can be,” he admitted. “My advice is not to dwell on mistakes and affronts.”

“That makes sense,” Nikki said. “It would be awful to replay my mistakes again and again. I’ll try to focus on happy memories.”

“I find it best to concentrate on the present moment,” Indy told her, a playful expression on his handsome face.

The next thing Nikki knew, she was pinned to the bed, her gorgeous lover thrusting his hips suggestively against hers.