I sucked up my tears, nodding. “I won’t. I won’t even try.”
Adam took my quivering chin between his thumb and index finger. “I need you to promise you’ll give me room to make things right when I screw up. Promise me you won’t run away. Nothing like the night of the party will ever happen again, but I know myself. I won’t always say the right thing or make the right decision immediately. Please promise you won’t bail.”
I’d started shaking my head as soon as he’d asked me not to run away, and I didn’t stop until he was done speaking.
“I promise you I will try really, really hard not to run away. I know myself too, and running is my first reaction to trouble. We’ll just have to be forgiving, okay? Because we’ll both mess up, but I love you, Adam. You’re what I want.”
He touched his lips to mine. “If all my insanity over the last couple weeks didn’t make it obvious, you’re what I want too. I love you so fucking much, Adelaide. It’s still sinking in that you return it. Gonna take me some time to get used to that.”
My heart…my heart…oh god, it was bursting. With shaking hands, I grabbed his beautiful face and rained kisses on him. Eyelids, forehead, nose, chin—no place went untouched. Adam started laughing, kissing me back, then we were falling.
Clothes were gone, hands were everywhere. His eyes were on mine when he lifted my leg over his hip and slowly pushed into me. And then we were kissing, so much kissing. Making up for the year we spent not touching each other. The barriers had been broken down, and it was only us. This love that wasn’t new but only just discovered.
Adam could be gentle. He could be patient. Now that he was inside me, his movements were unhurried. When he thrust his hips, hitting my deepest parts, I tightened around him, keeping him there.
His hand slid along the back of my thigh, hitching it a little higher, then his fingertips traced the swell of my hip and dip of my waist.
“So beautiful. My girl is so beautiful.” His eyes were on my face, sweeping over my lips, cheekbones, the line of my nose, as if he was seeing me anew. “How did I think I could go a lifetime without having you?”
We went slow like that, speaking our disbelief out loud, touching and kissing until we couldn’t go slow anymore. Then he was over me, my legs locked around his waist, his hand curled around my throat.
“Come inside me,” I panted. “You can come inside me.”
It was reckless, but not outrageously so given the timing in my cycle. I didn’t want to lose a second of this, and the idea of taking a chance with Adam made me so hot, I couldn’t resist asking for it.
“Yeah?” His eyes darkened. His brow lowered. “You want that? You want me to fill you up? I could plant a baby in you. That’s what you want? To have my baby in you?”
“Yes. Give it to me.” I was panting for it, needing it, overwhelmed with the idea of it.
The barbell at the base of his cock had been rubbing me just right, bringing me close to losing it, but Adam’s words were what pushed me over. He was right there with me, wanting what I wanted. Being reckless with him felt safe now.
He came with a low growl, and with me in his arms, he rolled us to our sides.
“I love you, Adelaide.” His face was shoved in my throat, fingers tangled in my hair, cock wedged deep inside me.
“I love you too, Adam.” Our legs were wound around each other. His hair tickled my cheek. I felt him dripping out of me.
It was messy. Sweet. And for the moment, perfect.