“Where are you going to be?” I ask with a frown, but he just smiles.

“I’ll be there soon.”

“I see what you’re doing here,” I reply and turn to walk to the stairs. “You’re getting all bossy and alpha on me.”

“I don’t hear any objections.”

I just shake my head and laugh as I climb the stairs, my body already on high alert. Making love with Adam is like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life. Even with Kurt, and I no longer feel guilty for feeling that way. I loved him, and I’ll always love him and be grateful for Hailey. But I’ve moved on with a man that turns my world upside down. He adores my daughter, and he loves me, maybe more than I’ve ever been loved before.

And it feels damn good.

After I’ve shed my clothes, I pull the covers back on the bed and lie down on top of the sheets, completely exposed.

Since I was shot, Adam has been gentle when making love to me, and that’s been wonderful, but I’m starting to get impatient. I’m not fragile. My wounds are just scars now, and I want him to fuck me like he did in the beginning.

I like it a little rough.

I like it sweet, too.

Let’s face it—as long as it’s Adam, it’s amazing.

“Good girl,” Adam says as he walks into the room, a glass of ice water in his hand. “How do you feel?”

“I’m fine.”

His green eyes are on fire as they roam from my bare feet, up my legs, my pussy and breasts, and finally to my eyes. He smiles softly as he sets the glass down and begins working on shucking his own clothing.

“You’re beautiful,” he replies. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”

“Okay,” I reply with a snort, positive that he’s been with women in much better shape than me, but I love him for seeing me as beautiful and sexy. I’m not self-conscious in the least when I’m with him.

“You don’t believe me?”

He cocks a brow and reaches for the glass, naked now and rock hard. Even my fingers tingle at the thought of him shoving his cock inside me with that first thrust.

I want him.

Now.

“I believe you.”

“Hmm.” He kneels between my legs and suddenly my knees are up around my ears and his mouth, cold from the ice, is on me. Every nerve ending in my body is exploding.

“Oh my God!”

“Hmm,” he says again and continues to assault me with that incredible mouth, nipping at my lips, licking my clit, then plunging his fingers inside me and rubbing that spot that makes every muscle tense up and cling to him.

“Want you.”

“Right here,” he replies. “Always right here.”

“Need you inside me,” I reply and tug on his hair until he kisses his way up my stomach, pauses to kiss my scars tenderly, then covers me with his body. “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he says with that sexy half-smile, and slowly slips inside me until he’s fully balls deep and I can’t tell when he ends and I begin.

“God, you feel so good,” he growls and braces his forehead against mine. “You make it hard to take it easy.”

“Don’t take it easy,” I reply and circle my hips, inviting him to thrust harder and faster, but he shakes his head. “Fuck me, Adam.”

He stills, his eyes on mine, and then curses low under his breath. “I’m not fucking you, sweetheart.” He pulls his hips back, then pushes in again and pauses. “We aren’t strangers.” He nibbles the side of my mouth. “We aren’t kids.”

“Whatever you want to call it,” I reply impatiently.

“Love,” he says simply and braces himself on his elbows as his hips pick up speed and he continues to watch me. “I’m making love to you. Fast. Slow. Hard. Soft. No matter how it is, it’s love, sweetheart.”

My whole body lights up with his words, the way it always does when he gets all romantic. One thing I’ve learned about Adam, he’s good with words.

“I need you to love me harder,” I reply and bite his lower lip, making him grin.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers.

“I’m recovered,” I remind him and grip his ass in my hands. “And I need you to love me harder, the way you used to.”

“You don’t like it soft and slow?”

“I do,” I insist and clench down, gripping him like a vise and making his eyes cross. “But I like it hard and fast too, and you’ve been very careful with me for three months now.”

“I love you,” he says, surprising me, and his hips pick up speed, but he’s not pushing any harder. “For a brief second, I thought I was going to lose you, and it was the worst second of my life.”

“I’m here,” I reply and push his shoulder. He cocks a brow, but rolls us over so I’m on top of him now, riding him. I’m not pushing harder, yet, but I pick up the tempo and moan long and low. “I’m right here, Adam, and I’m not leaving you. And sometimes I want you to love me slow and easy, but sometimes, I need you to love me hard and fierce.” I drop my hips, harder now, and grind down on him, making us both growl in pleasure. “I need this.”

And with that, I ride him hard and fast, until we’re both gasping for breath and spent. I collapse on top of him in a sweaty mess, chest heaving with breath, hair a tangled mess, and grin.

“Not that you shouldn’t be happy, but what are you grinning about?”

“How did you know?”




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