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“So, it was okay then? Even if it was short?”
“Okay?” I snort. “Oh my god…and short? It doesn’t matter. We have time.”
He groans. His cock pulses inside me, even harder, and he’s not even moving his hips. Without even trying, he can send a thousand shivery sensations floating through me. I know Adam is built like a god, and I know gods are mythical. But I’m starting to think Adam might really be a god with some special powers I don’t know about.
Like, for example, the power to make me climax with a single thrust, the power to turn me into a shivery mass of melted goo with just a single touch, a single kiss, a single caress, and the power to change my entire perception on what is possible with my own body.
He kisses me gently, lingering over my lips. Time, we have time. I said that, and I’ve thought it. It’s true. We have all night, and we have tomorrow. We have the next day, and the next, and the next, which is hard to imagine. It’s crazy to think about it—crazy amazing, crazy awesome, and crazy right.
I have no idea why we didn’t go camping sooner. I guess we weren’t ready, and both of us made a lot of assumptions. That neither of us really knew what we actually wanted.
I know now. There is zero doubt now.
“So, if I shift you, so you’re on top, that would be okay?” Adam asks. He brushes another kiss over my swollen lips.
I could kiss him until my lips fell off, I think. Then probably some more, if it was even physically possible for either of those things to happen.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly. Like I could resist. Like I’d want to resist. “Yes, that would be okay.”
When he does swing me around, I’m ready, and it’s effortless on his part. When he looks at me, I can see the radiant happiness shimmering in his eyes. I’ve never seen him look at anyone like that before. Ever. And I’m sure I’m looking at him the same way.
While it might be scary, I’m not scared right now. I’m not scared because I know myself, and I wouldn’t go for this if I didn’t truly want it. I couldn’t give myself up like this. I wouldn’t want to. But with Adam, I did.
And now, I want more. I want to hold Adam after and be held. I want to wake up throughout the night and give myself up over and over and over again. I want to open up my heart wider and let all of him in.
I want him so much in every way possible.
CHAPTER 18
Adam
I expected that the morning might contain some panic, some second thoughts, and a twinge of conscious guilt. A bit of this and a bit of that jammed into me and stirred together like an actual recipe for disaster. But nope.
I woke up to the length of Steph’s body pressed up against me. So small. She’s so much smaller and so sweet and innocent. We’re both slightly sweaty and sticky since we were naked, and the cabin was warm, and there was no AC. I smoothed Steph’s hair away from her forehead, kissed her there, and watched her eyes flutter open.
We made breakfast together after a leisurely shower together. It turns out we can both fit into that tiny stall. I wouldn’t have bet on it, but we made it work. Oh yeah, we really did.
We ate our bacon and eggs and drank our coffee, and I felt at peace. Content. I felt hopeful.
I suggested a walk since it wasn’t so hot out yet, and slowly meandering through the place with Steph, going absolutely nowhere with no agenda, sounded amazing. Steph had this look on her face when she agreed. It was a good look, a look I’ve never really seen before. And it was like she had nothing to do and nowhere else she’d rather be than walking around doing nothing with me.
“I’m not that excited to go back,” Steph informs me after about half an hour of walking past cabins.
Her much smaller hand is tucked safely into mine, and her bones are so tiny, her skin so soft, that her hand feels almost frail. I don’t kid myself, though. I know she could probably lay me o
ut flat if she ever wanted to. With a nut punch. Or a kick. Steph might come in a small package, but she has this huge heart and all this character. Yeah, I’m a guy and apparently lacking big time in the poetry and romantic description department.
“Really? I thought you’d be pumped to get away from the bugs, the bears, the snakes, the trees, and the fresh air…”
“We’ve really only encountered a few of those, and only one was an issue. The trees and the fresh air are actually okay.”
For some strange reason, I get a mental image of a cabin away from everything, on a small lake, private. A retreat. Our special place.
“So, you’d consider going again? Camping, I mean?”
She turns to the side and gives me a funny look. “Maybe, if we had a cabin. I’m not so sure I’d want to give the tent another try.”
“Fair enough. I’m not sure I’d want to do it either. And thank god we didn’t have to use the ax. Who knew the firewood comes in stacks, already ready for the fire pits? I think it could have been a disaster.”
