“I’m being serious, Adam.”
Covering her hand with his, he held her to him. “Me too.”
“Do you need anything? Want me to get you some—”
“Shh…” All sense of urgency gone, fatigue settled in, and his lids drifted shut. “I have everything I need right here.”
And he did. He had Eve. Safe and sound in his arms. In their bed. Surrounded by an elite black ops unit that wouldn’t let any harm come to them while they slept.
Yeah, he had everything he needed.
A lot had happened in the last forty-eight hours. And even though they’d been in constant communication since the news about the Matthews and Detective Vonn broke, they still had some things to discuss. Personal things. Like what came next—for them—as a couple.
Yeah, she belonged to him, and he wasn’t about to let her go. What that looked like was still to be determined, but with the threat to her eliminated, they had time now.
“Adam?”
“Mm?”
“I…”
He opened his eyes, searched the depth of hers, and saw the words he wanted to hear.
She dropped her gaze, and he grinned. “Out with it, princess.”
“I’m glad you’re home.”
His grin widened “It’s okay, Eve.” He dipped his head, and she lifted her chin, their mouths meeting in the softest of kisses. “I wanted to be the first to say it anyway. I love you. I don’t know how we’re going to make this work, but I love you, and Iknowyou love me. Sleep now, and we’ll start to figure out the rest in the morning. You and me together. Sound good?”
He draped his arm back around her waist, and she snuggled closer. He felt her heart beating steady against his chest, the warmth of her breath on his neck, and the strength in her fingers as she smoothed her palm over his ribs. “Sounds good,” she whispered, and it was enough.
She loved him.
He just had to prove he was worthy of her trust before she’d say the words.
Something for him to work on.
Tomorrow.
CHAPTERFORTY-FIVE
“Eve…”A kiss landed on her lips, and a tongue, hot and demanding, slicked over the seam of her mouth. She groaned. For two reasons. One, it was too early to be awake, and two, Adam had his hand between her legs, the expert attention of his talented thumb making her wet pussy ache with need.
Pressure building deep within, she spread her legs, and objective achieved, he teased his tongue between her teeth, pulled her panties to the side, and slipped two fingers inside her. Working both ends of her in a lazy rhythm, he had her perking right up, and wanting a whole lot more.
“Oh God, Adam.” She lifted her hips and clenched her muscles, her pussy clamping onto his fingers as they slid back and forth, each deep penetration sending waves of pleasure radiating from her core.
“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck my fingers, princess. Show me how much you want to come for me.”
She wanted to come. But she also didn’t want this to end. The excitement of Adam fucking her. Loving her. She could lose herself in this—in him—and never have to come up for air.
Except she needed to pee. Bad. Her full bladder heightening the sensations coursing through her pelvis, her orgasm bore down on her hard and fast. In what had to be an orgasmic record in terms of reaction time, a blast of energy exploded from her center, shredding along her nerves until every inch of her body tingled in the aftermath of her release.
“I need to pee!” she cried, springing from the bed and sprinting for the bathroom while Adam’s dark chuckle followed her close behind. Business taken care of, she washed her hands, and jumped back into bed as quickly as she’d left.
“Miss me?” she asked, cuddling up to her man and planting a thanks-for-the-orgasm kiss to his pec.
“Every fucking second,” he responded, wrapping his arms around her waist, and hauling her onto his chest.
