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“Oh, fuck!” she moans.
Yes, baby, tell me again.
“Ahhh… Ada…” She once again tries to talk.
My body slaps against hers while the aroma of sweat and sex fills my senses.
“No more running,” I say between breaths. My tongue roams her neck to her ear, where my teeth touch the tiny piece of skin. “You are mine.”
Wetness pools on my cheek, and my lips taste her salty tears. Her hands sneak out of my hold and I push myself up to hover over her. I want to watch her unravel under me. Watching this strong woman come undone shows me how safe she feels with me. I look down, watching myself disappear and reappear from her savory body.
“Adam!” she pants. Her hooded eyes start to close giving in to her orgasm.
“Look at me!” I demand.
Her pure green eyes quickly open and her hands reach up to my back, holding on while I destroy any worry she might have. Her nails dig into my flesh and I groan with satisfaction.
“Do it,” I beg.
She nods, dragging her nails down my back. I pound into her harder, prompting her to scream with no mercy. Unintelligible words encourage me to go harder and faster. She grips my bare ass hard and I rock my head to the side. I push further back, still hovering over her, and fuck her as fast and hard as I can.
“Adam!” she screams into the air and I feel her explosion covering my cock.
The drawing of my dick through her wetness is too much. With a deep groan, I release every single ounce of pain, relief, and pleasure while gazing at this perfect sin. I drop my body over hers, wrapping my arms around her. My lips tenderly kiss her with all the love I can express with no words. I finally release her swollen lips and rest my forehead against hers.
“You are home with me, my love. No more running.” I mean it when I say those words. No more running. “By the way, it’s football.”
I am dead. She is dead. We are survivors —alive and free.
CHAPTER 40
EXPLANATION
Reese Grafton
“You are home with me, my love. No more running.”
The response was more than I expected. More than I probably deserved. A game of cat and mouse that didn’t need to go on that long and seeing the state he was in rips me apart on the inside.
I did what I did so we could live. Peacefully.
I cannot describe the type of connection that he and I have. It is only those who have had shattered lives that can understand. You can know someone your entire life, and they would never know your deepest secrets. One fiery night and this man worships the ashes of my past, giving me a perfect place to bring me peace.
We did not stop devouring each other until the very early morning. When we finally conceded to our tired bodies, I felt his lips caress my spine. His way of saying thank you. I could only bite my swollen bottom lip in pure bliss. His arms covered me as they did that frightful day of the shooting. Protecting what was his, also, I assume, to make sure I didn’t leave.
This morning, the sun tickles my skin through the curtains. They sway in the wind, making the sun play peekaboo. The crashing waves outside calm my anxious heart. I turn over, pulling the sheet over my body, gripping it closer, and realize that I am alone in the bed. The coffee machine in the kitchen interrupts my negative thoughts as the man, the myth, and now the legend walks through the door holding a cup of coffee. He hands it to me and watches my every move. I bring the cup to my lips, inhaling the sweet goodness of our past.
Espresso, light cream.
I close my eyes and carefully take a sip, letting it linger. When I open my eyes to meet his, it is as if there’s an explosion of need. He grabs the cup from my hands and places it gently on the side table, which is actually a step stool. His body turns, pushing me back on the pillows as his mouth devours mine. His greedy tongue drinks me in. My body folds at just the slightest touch.
When he finally releases me, he breathlessly sits back and hands me the cup of coffee again. He moves the sheet around the bed, still allowing me to be covered but exposing my legs. Adam situates himself between my legs and continues to watch me drink his favorite flavor. Well, second favorite flavor. I blush, thinking about everything last night. He sees my cheeks pink up and licks his lips.
“Don't do that,” he says.
I look at him with innocent doe eyes, and he laughs.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I take another sip, trying to hide my grin.
