CHAPTER ONE
“I’m going to miss you,” I whisper, and I can feel my eyes beginning to fill with unshed tears.
“Hey now, Jules, don’t cry. It’s only going to be for a couple of months,” he says as he takes a tendril of my long, blonde hair, tucking it behind my ear.
“Yeah, but it’s a couple of months too long. I’m going to be miserable,” I say sadly. Now that my junior year at college has wrapped up, my father has suddenly decided—no, demanded is more like it—he wants me home for the entire summer.
Adam’s lips gently brush over mine, and I close my eyes at the feel of his soft lips. I love his kisses, but this one is way too short and sweet. When he pulls away, I give him my best pout, and he gives me a knowing grin.
“I love you so much, Adam,” I say with total reverence. My heart begins to break, and I miss him already.
“And you know I love you with every fiber of my being.” He pauses, piercing me with a heated stare. “Next year at this time, we’re tying the knot.” I give this beautiful man my most heartfelt smile. “I’m making you mine once and for all. I’ve waited long enough.”
“How about the day after I graduate college?” I tease. Over the past year, it seems as if I’ve developed a bit of separation anxiety, and I’m trying desperately not to have a meltdown. When Adam pulls my body closer to his, he wraps his hands around my waist possessively and nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck. Kissing me there, he then works his way to my ear, knowing this is my Achilles heel, my most-sensitive erogenous zone. It unravels me every time, and he uses it like a secret weapon. I shiver and feel goose bumps race across my arms.
“I’d marry you tomorrow, if I didn’t think your father would have me tied to a guillotine and serve my head on a platter for dinner,” he whispers, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
A blaring voice interrupts our little interlude as the intercom speakers reverberate throughout the terminal of Logan Airport. “Flight 964 to Atlanta is now boarding.” The voice repeats its announcement again, and I close my eyes and groan. Not wanting to leave him just yet, I trap him by interlocking my fingers tightly behind his neck. Sighing, I lay my head against his hard chest in defeat. He strokes my back tenderly, trying to calm my nerves and ease me into our impending separation. I breathe in his scent, committing it to memory.
“It will be all right; two months is a drop in the bucket compared to a lifetime with you,” he whispers into my ear. Then I feel Adam reluctantly pulling away from me. I open my blurry eyes when he lifts my chin, and a single tear slips from the corner of my eye.
“You better get going. You don’t want to miss your flight,” he says huskily, and then he wiped away my tear.
“And how would that be a bad thing?” I sniffle, trying to be strong.
He expels a burst of air from his lungs and gives me a forced grin. “It won’t be that bad, Jules. Your dad cares in his own way. I don’t even think he realizes how restraining his demands are on you. It’s probably just his personality; since he’s running a global empire, he’s used to laying down rules at every turn. He’s had to be hardcore to become the success he is today.” He lets go of my chin and places his hand back around my waist, pulling me in tightly. “But you already know all that. You know he loves you, and I know he means well.” He pauses, giving me a dazzling smile. “Look at it this way: if he didn’t send you away to boarding school, we would have never met.” I nod my head in agreement. That is so true, and I give him a shaky smile.
I let my body relax into his as my fingers find themselves entwined behind his neck, and I lean in for a kiss. Adam stands over six feet tall and has the physique of a lean swimmer. He’s lithe and sexy, and I love running my fingers through his blond tousled hair every chance I get.
His leans in for a kiss, gently brushing our lips together, but I don’t want another chaste kiss. This one has to last me for almost two months. My tongue traces the seam of his lips, asking permission to deepen the kiss, and I hear him growl. He opens his mouth, and when his soft tongue meets mine, my belly dips. In a split-second, he takes over with a forceful and heated kiss. He’s so damn good at this; the way he’s kissing me, I expect to hear someone hollering out at any moment for us to go get a room. His breathing picks up, and I know he’s turned on. I let out a small whimper as I feel the familiar butterflies take flight low in my belly. My God, I love this man.