Aching for Adam

Chapter 17

We clawed at our clothes, not able to get them off quickly enough. I heard a few rips, but all I cared about was getting him inside me, feeling him all over and around me. Being bathed in his scent, covered in him. All of him. For the first time in our happily ever after.

I still couldn't wrap my head around what had just happened, but then again, I couldn't really think at all. All I could do was feel.

Feel his hand exploring my body, his teeth gripping my bottom lip, his erection pressing hard against me. And I wanted more.

I pulled his shirt over his head and stepped back, admiring the view. His breath came ragged, his hair was a mess, his cheeks flushed, and the lust in his eyes made for a breathtaking sight. I smiled.

"Like what you see?" Adam asked, smiling back, his voice so low and husky it sent a shiver of anticipation racing through me.

I grabbed his head and pulled him toward me as he worked on my clothes. I freed him from his pants, and he pushed me against the wall, spinning me around so he faced my back. His hand hitched my leg up, setting my knee on top of the dresser. He rubbed his length along my ass, pulling hard on my hips to heighten the friction.

I moaned, just from feeling his hardness against me, and looked back at him while I rolled my hips in rhythm.

He grabbed the lace of my thong and ripped it away. I gasped, then chuckled—but not for long.

His fingers found my sensitive nub, and he started working me while pressing hot kisses to my neck.

I turned around, desperate, and pushed him onto the bed. I slid off his boxers and straddled him.

He sucked one of my breasts into his mouth while pinching the nub of the other. I moaned his name, and he growled in response.

I lifted myself and positioned at his tip. Pulling back to look into his eyes, I took him in one hard thrust.

"Elle," he grunted, his head rolling back.

I kept pulling almost all the way out before sinking down again, moaning each time.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear while nibbling at my earlobe.

"I love you too," I wanted to say—but my orgasm slammed into me, tearing the words from my throat. I came undone with his voice in my ear. He wasn't far behind, and he captured my nipple between his lips as he lost control.

We lay unmoving for minutes, panting, before he gently pulled out and collapsed beside me.

He drew me into his arms, and nestled perfectly into the crook of his neck, I felt at home.

I smiled and held him tighter.

When I started to drift, my eyes fluttered open again. I stared at him, wide-eyed. He seemed to know exactly what I was thinking.

"Sleep, my love. I'll be here when you wake up. I'm never leaving you again, I promise." He kissed the top of my forehead, and just like that, I believed him.

I slipped into a deep, soothing sleep, dreaming of the future I had always wished for, never having felt so complete.

The next morning, I opened my eyes slowly, and the first thing I saw was the ring on my left finger. I blinked a few times, last night's memories flooding back, and I smiled. I turned to find Adam already awake, looking at me with a peaceful expression. Thank God he was still here.

"Good morning, my sweet fiancée, mother of my child, and love of my life."

Butterflies filled my stomach, and emotion overtook me again. Pools of water formed in my eyes, and I tried to blink them away. His eyes glistened just like mine.

"Hi," I answered with a grin. "I still can't believe it. Any of it."

"Neither can I. I'm going to be a dad." His voice cracked with emotion.

"The greatest," I replied. I rolled onto him and kissed him fiercely. This was officially the first day of the rest of our lives, and I felt like I was walking on sunshine. It was almost too good to be true.

I broke the kiss to stare at my ring. Even more beautiful in the sunlight, it shone brightly on my hand—delicate, vintage, perfect.

"It was my nonna's ring," he said softly. "She gave it to me a month after we started dating. Said she knew you were the one because of the way I looked at you. That it was the way my grandfather looked at her." He hesitated, then went on. "I wish she could have seen it on your finger... You know, I was going to give it to you the day you told me about the job. And then again, the day my sister told me about the pharmacy."

Sadness flickered across his features, and my gut clenched.

"Adam... I can't believe it." I was stunned and enamored that his grandmother had given him the ring for me so early in our relationship. But tears pricked my eyes knowing he had planned to propose on that beautiful night—the night that turned into the beginning of the end for us. And again, before he even knew about the baby. Emotion overwhelmed me.

"Elle, it's ok. None of that matters now. You're mine. And she knows it." He kissed my forehead, then both cheeks, and finally my mouth in a sweet, lingering kiss that quickly had me panting for air.

He was right. It didn't matter what had or hadn't happened. What mattered was that we'd managed to catch up on nearly everything we had lost in just a few weeks. My life felt complete, and I wanted to focus on that.

I deepened the kiss, pulling him on top of me, needing to feel his weight—needing to be in the safeness of his grasp.