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His eyes find my face and he swallows. “I saw him.”
Blood rushes to my cheeks. “Why?”
“It doesn’t matter. We never have to see him again.”
My eyes narrow at him. “Please don’t keep secrets from me. Brett did that—”
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry,” he replies across the pillow, taking my hands in his.
“He asked me to take his place. He…offered me the job.”
I sit up on my elbow and stare at him. “What?”
I’m searching his face for answers, desperate to know and terrified to hear his response at the same time. Would he take the job? It’s what he always wanted, but now?
“What did you say?” I ask when he doesn’t respond for a moment. There’s an expression of hesitation on his face, like he’s deep in thought.
“I told him to fuck off,” he whispers, and just like that, I’m flooded with relief.
Should I feel bad for how happy I am that he turned the offer down? The last thing I want is for Adam to follow in his father’s footsteps, but I still want him to have everything he’s ever dreamed of.
Don’t I?
He still looks so uneasy, so I nuzzle closer to him and kiss him once on each cheek. His arms tighten around me.
“How do you feel about that?” I ask, burying myself in his embrace.
“I feel good,” he replies softly. “I never really wanted that job. That was his dream.”
“What is your dream?”
“This,” he says as he covers my body with his. My legs open and he settles himself between them. It feels so good to have him like this, but I sense there’s something holding him back.
“Then touch me, Adam.”
“Are you sure?” he whispers, lifting up and staring at me with empathetic eyes.
I wrap my hands around his waist and I pull him farther down. “I need you to touch me. I need to know you still want to.”
At that, his expression changes into something resembling perplexity. “Are you fucking kidding me? I want you more than anything.”
“My body?” I ask, and it feels like I’m fishing, but I just need to hear him say it.
“Peaches, yes.” His hands drift over my breasts and down to my hips. With a tight squeeze, he looks me in the eye as he declares, “I told you, this body belongs to me. If you tell me you’re ready, I’ll show you exactly what I want to do with it. But only when you’re ready.”
My breath gets caught in my chest. Watching this modest, good man turn feral for me does something to me inside. Warmth creeps down my spine as I melt like candle wax for him.
“I’m ready,” I whisper as I grind my hips up toward him.
For the first time in weeks, I feel alive again. We’re connected, which means I’m not alone. He looks into my eyes like he is right now, his heart beating with mine.
His lips dive toward mine, and I moan into our kiss as my body wraps itself around him. His lips are ravenous and desperate, and so are mine. His touch and taste are so familiar and comforting to me now. I hope I always feel this way in his arms.
In nothing but one of his T-shirts and a pair of panties, he quickly swipes the tee over my head and delicately kisses his way down, placing a soft, loving press of his lips against my throat before moving down to my breasts.
As his mouth ravages each side, biting and licking the tight buds, he glances up at me and mutters darkly, “Mine.”
Then he travels lower, sucking his way down my belly, sending shivers through my body. Reaching the top of my panties, he licks a long slow line across the top of the elastic band, and I tremble with anticipation.
