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Adam’s touch slips under my shirt next and I nearly jump out of my own skin when he slides his fingers above my rib cage. The desperation that wells inside me, the total lack of control, is now a familiar sensation. I don’t run from it. Instead, I fall deeper, taking a hike off the cliff because I trust that the water will keep me afloat.
And maybe I’ll need some water soon. Are we burning this porch swing to bits? Can the house survive a fire of this size?
Desire singes me everywhere he touches. I want to take off my clothes, but eventhinkingof breaking our kiss physically hurts.
Adam whispers against my mouth. “Should I put up the foot rest again?”
A whirring sound follows the statement. I glance down and, in the sunlight, I finally see what Rowan painted on the foot rest. It’s a cartoon in his signature style. There are three figures and the word ‘home’ painted in big, bubbly letters.
He’s right.
This is home.
I glance up at Adam, my heart swelling. “Actually, I think we can continue this in the bedroom.”
Adam grins and swoops me up quickly as if he doesn’t want me changing my mind. But there’s no chance in hell that I’m stopping this train. I grab his face to keep kissing him and then stop abruptly when he bangs into the balcony doors.
I jolt.
He groans.
Then we look at each other and chuckle.
“Sorry.” I drop my hands from his face. “I forgot you need your eyes to navigate.”
Adam’s heated gaze slides over my body and turns my blood to molten lava. “Have I mentioned how much I love you, Nova Delaney?”
“Random timing,” I say breathlessly.
“I just had a thought.” Adam’s fingers brush against my cheek. “That I wouldn’t mind banging into more doors with you. I don’t even feel pain when you’re with me.”
“Uh-huh. That’s great. Can we forget about the doors and get to the banging. Please?” I beg.
“Yes, ma’am.” Laughing softly, Adam gets past the door, without leaving his face imprint on it this time, and carries me into his bedroom.
* * *
I descendon the bed so gently, you’d think Adam was carrying a delicate piece of glass. My back sinks into the mattress and I keep my eyes on him as he lowers himself in beside me.
My chest is heaving. My heart is roaring. My fingers are clutching his shirt, trying to drag him closer.
I want him on top of me. I want to breathe him in like he’s the only oxygen in the room.
No, it’s not a want.
It’s aneed. I’m burning with it.
But Adam isn’t in a rush. His fingers skate against my lips and then slips under my neck. He lifts my head up, pulling my mouth close, and moves his lips softly over mine as if deepening the pressure will shatter me.
Soft explosions rock my world. I stake my elbows into the bed so I can prop myself up. Anticipation heightens the air, along with scents that remind me of the earth after a rain, musky and full of promise.
I’m ready.
So ready.
Adam eases his mouth away and I want to groan and yank him back to me.
No more distance, please. Seven years is enough.
