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What everyone else saw when they looked at us, I was pretty sure, was a loving couple in the early days of their marriage. They didn’t know that once it was just Adam and me in the house, I would catch him watching me with kicked puppy eyes, and I didn’t know why or what to do about that, since he wouldn’t talk about it.
While I could have offered to put my parents up in my new home, Mom made it abundantly clear she’d booked them “a delightful suite” at one of the higher end local-ish hotels. However, she had no qualms about inviting herself over to Kennedy and Steve’s for dinner, and Kennedy whispered to me, as Steve hustled them out the door, that she’d pull a relief watch, but I owed her.
Adam blew out a huge breath behind me when I shut the door, and I sagged against it in exhaustion. The sun was already low in the sky; it was getting late.
Without a word, he crossed the space and pulled me into a hug, kissing the top of my head, and he rocked us slowly back and forth. It was comforting, and it dawned on me that in his arms I could shut out the noise of the world. It was just the steady whoosh of his heart and the soft sound of his breath, and my heart swelled painfully. I was exactly where I wanted to be, but I couldn’t have what I wanted most: all of him.
I tucked my face in, to kiss the place over his heart, and he dropped his head down to mine, covering me with his hair, his cheek resting gently on mine. I moved slightly after long moments, pulling back with my eyes down, lifting my face slightly to give him the hint I wanted to kiss him without rushing him.
Finally he notched an index finger beneath my chin, lifting my face that extra inch, and when my eyes flicked up to his I could see a deep suffering in his expression. It took my breath away, the need I saw there, and I wondered if I’d been reading him wrong the entire time.
It was a long, painful moment and finally I let my eyes drift back down to his soft lips, only an inch away. It made me swallow nervously and his eyes fluttered shut as he lowered himself that miles-long inch to press his lips firmly against mine.
This was daylight, a place where he couldn’t hide from me, and when he slipped a hand into my hair to angle my head, his mouth opened against mine. I might have whimpered when he swept possessively into my mouth, nothing tender or delicate about the way he tasted me with deep, hungry strokes of his tongue.
“Fuck it,” he groaned, stooping slightly to grip my thighs and I jumped at the urging of his squeezing fingers, his hands moving quickly to catch me as I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist.
“Last chance, Madelyn.”
“You’re my only chance.” I sighed against his lips. “The only one I’ve ever wanted to take.”
That was loaded with obvious meaning I wasn’t sure he’d bother to unpack.
He made a noise in the back of his throat at my confession, something between a growl and a groan, and then we were moving fast. With huge, hurried steps he carried me to the back of the house, into the bedroom where I’d lain awake in frustration for nights on end. We crashed onto the bed, my legs still wound around his hips as he dug into the mattress with his knees to push us up.
“This is it, baby.” My heart thrilled at his growly words. “If we do this, there are no take-backs.”
“Mine, then?” I asked hopefully, a smile on my face as I cupped his between my two hands. It made a brilliant smile break across his beautiful face and he gave me a half-nod. “Yours. Always.” Then he leaned down again, pushing his arms under my body to wrap me up tight as he kissed and licked his way down my neck with a ferocity I hadn’t expected from him.
“You’remine, Madelyn.” The words rumbled against my skin as he bunched my shirt in his hands, pulling it up my body, his tongue following behind, his teeth softly nipping at intervals.
That was it, I’d died. There was no other explanation. I’d died and gone to heaven, because the man I’d wanted in my bed for years was here, wearing my ring, showing no signs he wished to stop anytime soon.Finally. Thank God.
The evening light bathed us in brilliant golden rays as I pulled his shirt over his head, and I pushed gently to roll him over onto his back as my lips sought the tiny scars, the old wounds the only imperfections marring his smooth, golden skin.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, sweeping my lips over the flat disc of his nipple, grazing it lightly with my teeth. It made him buck beneath me and I answered with a swivel of my hips, something that made his fingers tighten their hold on my hips, a breath catching in his throat.
I made my way back up to his mouth and his tongue sensuously danced with my own as he smoothed his hands up my sides, freeing the clasp on my bra and peeling the straps down my arms. He tossed it away and pushed up on the heels of his hands, dragging us backward so that his back rested against the headboard. Then he broke the kiss to run a thumb slowly over my swollen mouth and his other hand cupped my breast gently, his breath a hard, heavy exhale.
My hips circled needily over his, met by his body pressing up against mine with every revolution.
“Should I be desperately searching for protection?” he asked softly, his lips tickling my neck, and I paused. Thought it over for a second, as much as my boiling brain could process thought.
I wasn’t on the pill.
“No.” My voice was firm, my decision made. “I don’t want anything between us.”
That must have been the right answer, because he groaned and banded an arm around me, rolling carefully. It changed the angle between our bodies drastically, my body lifting toward his, seeking his hips with every stroke, his tongue mimicking what our bodies sought.
I could hardly believe my good fortune, that after all this time I was getting what I wanted. He hadn’t stopped, pulled away or told me we shouldn’t, and just for good measure I reached around him to grab his backside with both hands, squeezing firmly, trying to hold his body to my own.
“Are you sure, baby?” He pulled back, panting, his hand shaking when he brought it up to brush the hair off my face.
Baby. What a delightful word, my new favorite.
I’d been sure for as long as I could remember. Could he just hurry up already?
“Zero doubts and even fewer regrets,” I answered quickly, and his smile was blinding. He jumped up quickly, using both hands to quickly peel me out of my leggings and I heard them hit the floor as he stood there, staring down at me. It was hard not to feel a little self-conscious and I pushed up on my palms and pulled my legs up to tuck at my side.
