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together, Adam’s eyes grew drowsy and heated as he stared at my mouth. “They were for

you.”

“How could they be for me if you didn’t even know you make them?”

“Because I dream about you,” he answered instantly and I stilled in surprise. He felt it and

gave me a squeeze. “I’ve been having these dreams about you for a few years now.”

“What am I doing in them?” I asked somewhat breathlessly. There was a rising tide of

warmth in my chest, and an even hotter heat tingling between my legs at his confession.

His hand slid down my waist to caress my bum and then he pulled my lower body against

his and I could feel his morning erection pressing against me. I felt my nipples tighten in

reaction, and drew in a shuddery breath. “Sometimes we’re making love, other times we’re

fucking.”

I lifted my eyes to his, my smile dimming. “I don’t like that word.”

His mouth twitched. “You think it’s unromantic.”

He knew me too well. I shrugged unsurely.

“Els, wanting to fuck you doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”

Needing more clarification, I slid my hands down from his face and settled them lightly on

his chest. “What does it mean?”

His voice was hoarse now, “When I want to fuck you it means I’m in the mood for rough

and hard.”

To my utter shock his words were turning me on. I squirmed a little against him and felt

my cheeks flush. “I don’t think I’ve ever been…” I still wasn’t sure if I could say the word.

I’d admonished Joss so many times for using it because it was so tawdry sounding but when

Adam put it like that…

“Say it,” he whispered across my mouth. “I want to hear it from your sweet mouth, baby.”

I gulped and bravely met his eyes. “I’ve… I’ve never been fucked,” I whispered.

If it was possible he grew even harder against me and when his hand slipped between our

bodies and under my pants, his fingers thrusting gently but easily into me, Adam groaned.

“Baby…” he leaned into me, his mouth brushing mine, his tongue just touching the tip of

mine. “I think you like the thought of me fucking you.”

In response I kissed him. It was a deep kiss, one I meant to encourage the whole “f-word”

thing but instead it turned soulful and desperate.

Adam rolled me onto my back, pressing my legs apart so he could settle between them,

and when he broke our kiss it was to look into my eyes with such adoration I couldn’t

breathe. “I’m not going to fuck you this morning, baby. This morning I’m going to make love

to you. We’ll leave the rest until you’re recovered and at full strength.” His eyes darkened

with promise. “You’re going to need it.”

I grinned up at him, suddenly realizing that Adam was here, in my arms, talking about our

future together. It was a thirteen year old dream come true. “You have no idea how much I

love you.”

He nodded slowly, pushing my dress up my body. “As much as I love you.”

It was the first time he’d said it at a time I could allow myself to feel it. Those three words poured out of him and pooled into my chest and as I raised my dress over my head, lying

almost naked for his perusal I smiled shyly up at him. “You know, I don’t mind what we do

this morning. You can do whatever you want to me.”

To my surprise this caused Adam to groan and he dropped his head on my shoulder.

“Baby?”

He turned his cheek and pressed a kiss to my bare skin, his hands coasting up my ribs to

cup my breasts. I arched into his touch with a sigh as he replied, “How did I get so lucky?

Smart, funny, sweet, beautiful, passionate and she tells me I can do anything I want to her.”

He chuckled now. “There has to be a catch.” I blushed deeply and Adam raised his head to

witness it, laughing. “Fuck, I forgot modest.”

“Stop it.” I pushed playfully at his shoulders but really I needed him to stop or I was going

to start crying.

He laughed again, the rumbling against my chest doing happy things to me down south.

Giving my shoulder another quick kiss, Adam sat up, straddling me as he pulled off his t-shirt. I drank my fill, biting my lip as my eyes took him in. I’d forgotten how beautiful he

was—broad shoulders and lean muscles. Abs to die for.

His eyes never left me as his hands went to the buckle on his belt. I shivered with

anticipation as he undid it and drew his jean’s zip down. “This morning I’m making love to

you because our first time should be about that. Plus, no matter how great you’re feeling, and

I can tell you’re feeling a lot better, your body must still be exhausted. We’re taking it nice and slow.” He pushed down his jeans and underwear and my breathing stuttered as his

erection sprang free, jutting up and out, hard and throbbing. Now I knew why the bugger was

so confident. He was walking around with that in his trousers.

“You’re making ‘mmm’ noises,” Adam told me with laughter in his voice as he turned to

shimmy his jeans clean off.

“I am not!” I protested, blushing again, and realizing I’d been so lost in staring at him that

there was a great possibility I had been making ‘mmm’ noises.

“You were. It’s fucking adorable.” He turned back to me only to reach for my underwear.

I tilted my hips to help him ease them down my legs, and as he did he stopped every now and

then to kiss my bare skin. When the underwear was off, he pushed my left knee up and I

watched him with growing heat coiling in the pit of my stomach as he trailed kisses up my

calf, across my knee, and along my inner thigh. “Your legs go on forever,” he whispered, his

eyes lifting to meet mine. “I can’t wait to have them wrapped around me while I’m inside

you.”

“Adam,” I breathed completely at his mercy.

I repeated his name on an even breathier breath when his head descended between my legs

and his tongue licked gently at my clit. He worked me with his mouth, kissing and licking

and sucking until I came fast and hard against him.

I was still crying out to God as Adam kissed his way up my stomach and then stopped to

draw my nipple into his hot mouth. He played with me a while, all the time murmuring

compliments and love words, until eventually I was wound so tight I begged him to come

inside me.

At the pressure of him between my legs I tensed and feeling it Adam threaded his fingers

through mine and held my hands down on the bed while he stared into my eyes, anchoring

me to him in every way he could. His lips parted on exhalation as he pushed inside me and

sank deep. I gasped and lifted my hips in instinct causing a delicious frisson of pleasure

through us both. Adam’s eyes grew lidded as he studied me, his expression tender. “I love

you, Ellie Carmichael,” he whispered, his words heavy with sincerity.

I nodded and moved my hips again, panting slightly as I replied, “I love you, Adam.”

His grip on my hands became almost painful and he slid out of me nearly entirely before

gliding back inside. I undulated against him, and we caught a wave, a slow rhythm that built

and built until I was desperate for the finale. My legs were wrapped around him now, my

thighs squeezing him tighter, begging for more.

“Adam,” I cried out, pushing against his hands, wanting to touch him, wanting to grasp

him against me. “Harder, please.”

He growled low in his throat and he pulled out only to slam back into me. I started

murmuring nonsense, mostly saying the word “yes” over and over again as he continued to

slam into me.

“Come for me, Els,” he demanded, his eyes on my face. “Come for me, baby.”

And like I’d been prone to doing for years, I gave him what he wanted. The rhythm hit its