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After I moved out of James’ flat, I’ve been living on my own back in Islington, near the stadium and my old place ever since.
I make the three-story climb to my flat and lock the door securely. Unable to find the energy to change my clothes or brush my teeth, I flop down on my bed and grind the heels of my hand into my sore eyes.
Against my will, my heart takes me back to that amazing day with Adam in his hotel room. The day before Callum Murray attacked me and broke my phone, cutting off my only way of being with Adam.
* * *
“Sweetheart, come back to bed!” Adam calls out from the bedroom.
I giggle and surprise myself. I don’t giggle. At least I haven’t in a very long time. “Coming! I’m just getting the champagne!” I shout back from the kitchen area of his suite. Adam said he doesn’t drink much anymore, but I figured licking champagne off of his delectable body wouldn’t count since I’d be the one drinking it. I grab the ice bucket, fill it from the in-room icemaker, and throw in the bottle that’s in the wine cooler.
I hear his deep, rumbling laugh and run full speed into the bedroom leaping on the bed, ice flying out of the bucket and all over the covers and Adam’s naked chest.
“Bloody hell! What are you doing?” He gasps, jerking away when the freezing ice cubes land on his hot skin. I fall over on my side, laughing so hard I can hardly catch my breath.
“Oh,” he says seductively as he tosses each piece of ice back into the bucket with a loud clang. “That’s how it is, is it?”
I squeal when Adam pounces on me and straddles my thighs, pinning me down to the bed. When I struggle and laugh, he grabs my hands and holds them over my head, shifting them both to one of his. I watch, as he slowly reaches back and grabs the ice bucket without breaking eye contact, and start wriggling unde
r him when the sound of shifting ice lets me know what he’s doing.
“No! No, no, no!” I shriek. Adam smirks and removes a piece of ice, taunting me with it, holding it just above the skin of my neck. “Ahhhh!” I yelp when frigid water drips off of the cube and onto my bare flesh. “Holy hell that’s cold! Stop, Adam!”
The water is freezing, but I can’t stop laughing either. Playful moments like this are so infrequent in my life, I wish I could stop time and memorize every precious second.
Adam grins and lowers the ice cube before dragging it slowly from my ear to my collarbone. I squeal out a protest but he immediately follows the ice with his hot mouth, sucking and licking behind the frosty trail. The squeal turns into a moan that curls up from my throat and my hips buck involuntarily.
He drops the ice back into the bucket and lets go of my arms. Reaching down, Adam rips off the T-shirt that I borrowed from him and tosses it over his shoulder. Now left wearing only my tiny lace knickers, he reclaims my hands, threading his fingers in mine, and leans over, kissing me deeply. Our mouths move together, his tongue thrusting and tasting and claiming every bit of me until I’m moaning for more.
Once again, Adam transfers my hands into one of his, his large fingers easily circling both of my wrists. He retreats from the kiss, leaving me panting and feeling cheated. I see him reach back into the ice bucket once more, and his eyes drop into a lust-filled stare.
“Adam…” I warn. “Don’t you dare.”
He gives me a sexy, lopsided grin and brushes his lips against mine. While we’re kissing, I feel the frozen cube circle one of my nipples, pulling it instantly into a tight peak and sending a ripple of pleasure down my spine.
I hiss at the contact, then writhe as Adam copies his earlier action, bending lower to capture the hard nub in his hot mouth, soothing the cold sensation. He repeats it on each breast several times, then drags the ice down my chest and to the center of my belly.
“That’s too cold!” I yelp, my abdominal muscles clenching from the chill. When he dips his head again, his tongue tracing the icy path, his dark hair brushing against my breasts, I melt along with the ice cube. The groan Adam makes when his mouth reaches the frilly edge of lace undoes the rest of the fight I had left in me.
He feels my tense body surrender and lets go of my hands. I immediately tangle them in his soft, messy hair, holding on tight. “Fuck you’re sexy,” he rasps, tossing the ice on the floor and taking the scrap of fabric in his teeth, slowly lowering my panties to my knees. Adam shoves them the rest of the way off with his hands and grips my hips firmly, the hard callouses on his fingers pushing into my skin.
I nearly buck off of the bed when Adam lightly flicks his tongue across the sensitive nub. “Holy….” I moan, unable to say anything coherent as that clever tongue swiftly works me into a panting, writhing mess. I have to beg him to release me or else I’ll pass out from the pleasure. “Stop, no more… please. God, Adam!”
Adam leans back on his heels, giving me a scorching hot look as he grabs a condom off the nightstand and quickly rolls it on. I nearly come just from the wicked glint in his eyes that hold a hint of what’s to come. “God I’ve missed you,” he sighs as he climbs on top of me and slowly, excruciatingly, enters me until he’s buried deep inside. “Jesus, El…” He chokes on his words, lowering his body onto mine, propped up only by strong arms as he rests his head in the crook of my shoulder. Adam’s quick breaths brush over my neck, sending chills straight to where we’re connected.
“Adam, please… move. I can’t… I-I need more.” I shift my hips to encourage him to give me what I so desperately crave.
He takes a deep breath, and I hear it hitch in his chest, the honesty exposed by that simple sound stabs straight into my heart. It says I love you, without using words. When he finally lifts his head and starts gently rocking against me, I see tears shimmering in his beautiful hazel eyes.
“Are you okay?” I murmur, reaching up to touch his flushed face. He nudges his cheek into my palm and nearly sobs at the contact. The day old stubble feels amazing against my skin, and his sweet, almost childlike response touches my soul.
“I just…” He shakes his head and closes his eyes. “I just love you so much.” A single tear escapes only to disappear under my hand. Emotions, so many, so strong my heart feels as if it might burst, race through me fast enough to nearly make me collapse.
“Come here.” I pull on the back of his neck to bring his beautiful face closer. Adam complies, resting on his forearms until our mouths almost touch. “Make love to me, Adam.” His breath hitches again and he skims his soft lips across mine.
Adam picks up the pace, starting slow, quickly driving us both closer and closer to that desperate release we crave. Our mouths get hungrier, tasting and biting each other’s lips and necks and shoulders as the pleasure builds. Beads of sweat form on his temple and I watch, riveted, as one trickles down and drips off of his skin and onto mine.
“God, Adam…I… I” I can’t make a coherent thought, tightening my thighs around his narrow waist, encouraging Adam to give me all of him, all the years we’ve been apart, everything we’ve missed, coming together in this one intimate act.
