Page 106 of Wrecked

I blow him faster, my jaw getting stiff. I can go all night, but he pulls me away, leans up, and kisses me with more conviction than I’ve ever been given.

Adam lifts me up from the floor and carries me up the stairs and down the hall with his pants hanging loosely off his hips. He turns into the last door on the left.

Dominating the room is heavy espresso-colored furniture. A huge bed made with crisp white linens with corners tucked and folded underneath the mattress beckons to me. He walks in and lays me down on the bed. Bending down, he removes his head from my cuffed grasp, and my legs unravel.

I sit up and look at him standing above me. He looks exquisite. That copper hair is glistening in the moonlight coming in through the blinds. His eyes are too dark for this room, but the look of love that is showing is more than I could have ever dreamed of seeing in this very moment. Because in them, all I see is me.

“I love you,” I whisper.

A smile crosses his face. It’s so beautiful that I want to reach up and kiss him. But I can’t. I’m mesmerized, just looking at him.

He kicks off his shoes and slowly unbuttons his shirt, unveiling gorgeous tan muscles. When his shirt is off, he stands before me, and now, I can’t help but reach out and claim what is mine.

I run my fingers over the velvet skin, over the hard planes of his chest, down the rippling torso, and into the smattering of hair that leads to a glorious piece of steel.

He puts his hand in his pockets and produces a key before unlocking my hands. The metal falls, as does the key. I raise my arms over my head, and Adam slides off my top. It joins the cuffs on the floor, his eyes never leaving mine.

With our souls looking into each other, I fully remove his jeans and briefs. He removes my skirt.

Adam bends down and unzips my boots. I step out, and he unravels the stockings I have on beneath. He peels back his socks.

All that’s left is two people, naked, in a room. Their eyes still searching each other. Their bodies still waiting to be consummated.

On his knees, he sits before me, a man in worship. He takes a finger and smooths a rogue hair that has fallen in front of my face, placing it behind my ear. I raise a thumb and place it over his lips, tracing the outline.

He places a soft kiss on my finger. “You were wrong about something you said earlier,” he says. “I can, and I will do whatever I wish to you. You are mine. For the rest of your life, Leah Marie Paige, you are mine. I have only loved you, and now that I have you, I won’t give you up.” His finger rises to my cheek and wipes away a tear.

“Yours.” I lean forward and kiss him again.

Tenderly.

Always.

I wrap my hands around his neck again—this time, with my fingers in his hair. Adam places his hand on my waist, and together, we move back onto the bed.

My head hits the pillow, and his body finds the perfect place above mine.

He kisses me all over.

He loves me all over.

I caress his body.

I make him moan my name with the pump of my hand.

When he slides a condom on and enters me, I know I will never argue with Adam Reingold again for the rest of my life. The weight of his body on me, the feel of him entering me and filling me with hot lust and gentle need—it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

He pumps in and out, his hand holding on to mine.

He fucks me hard.

He loves me sweet.

And, when my back arches off the bed, my core clenching around him, I scream out his name, and I know there is no other man who will ever compare.

chapter TWENTY-FOUR

We had sex. A lot of sex.