Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
I had fucked her. Made love to her. But nothing was like this—so powerful. It was coming home, being born again, and knowing how close I had been to losing her forever. It was overwhelming and emotional. It was painful and beautiful. It was agony and ecstasy all rolled into one.
It was perfect.
I buried my head into her neck, breathing her in, groaning her name. Ally clung to me, moving with me as we loved. Everything about her came back tenfold. The clutch and pull of her body entwined with mine, her sharp gasps of pleasure in my ear, the way her hands felt on my skin were all so new and yet so familiar. She cried out my name, coming hard around me, her muscles fluttering, my own release following in rapid response. It sparked and surged down my spine, piercing me with an intensity I had only ever experienced with her—as much an emotional release as a physical one. I gripped the pillow around her head, feeling the material give way under my hands as I roared her name and came inside her.
For a moment, there was nothing except the blissful peace as my body surrendered to the pleasure and I held my girl. She stroked my chest, her hair a heavy cloud around her face. I gathered the thick tresses, pulling her face up to mine and kissing her deeply.
Her voice caught. “I missed you so much, Adam.”
I held her tightly. “I missed you. But it’s behind us now.”
Her voice was muffled. “I know.”
I nuzzled her head. “Never again. We’ll never be apart again.”
“No.”
“And no more leaving to get coffee. Wake me up.”
“You were sleeping peacefully. You didn’t even move while I was cleaning up. I wasn’t gone that long.”
“I didn’t like it,” I confessed. “As soon as I woke up, I knew you weren’t here. It reminded me of all those mornings I woke up without you.” I paused, clearing my throat of emotion. “I’m not ready to do that again.”
She tightened her arms. “I didn’t think—I’m sorry.”
“I just need time, Nightingale.”
She tilted her head back. “We both do. We’ll figure it out.”
I pressed a kiss to her head. “Okay.”
I smirked at her as I sipped my coffee and ate my breakfast sandwich, sharing nibbles with her. They had been reheated in the microwave, tasting better because of the reason they had to be warmed. Ally was furiously writing out a list, her tongue sticking out as she concentrated. I had to resist throwing down the sandwich and taking her tongue into my mouth instead. It would taste even better.
She glanced up, color instantly staining her cheeks as she saw me watching her, knowing exactly what I was thinking. I winked at her with a grin.
“Keep writing, Nightingale. We have a lot of stuff to replace.”
She chuckled, freezing as my phone rang out with a tone she recognized. Her panicked gaze met mine, and I shook my head with a mild curse. “No. That’s not happening. I forgot I was supposed to have coffee with Sean this morning. I’m sure he’s calling to give me shit for being late.”
“Why were you having coffee?” she asked, her voice anxious.
“I gave him the pictures of my time in Africa. He wants to use some of them.” I picked up her hand, kissing the palm. “That’s all. I am not leaving you again. Not ever.”
Her shoulders loosened. “Oh.”
The phone fell silent, and she looked at it. “You should call him back and go meet with him.”
I chewed the last bite of my sandwich, crumpling up the paper and tossing it into the bag. “What will you do?”
“I thought I would see if Vivian was working. She deserves to know the truth about what happened.”
I nodded slowly. I knew it was stupid to be anxious about being apart. We had things we needed to do. I reached out my hand, grabbing hers. “How about I drop you off, and when I pick you up, we can go get our marriage license? Then we can go shopping. Are you up for that?”
“I’d like that.”
“Is an hour enough?”
She shook her head. “Adam—”
“Okay. One and a half?”
“Yes.”
“We need to go see my lawyer. He can file the papers, and I want to make sure everything is taken care of. I swear, if there is one mismanaged dollar, your mother is going to regret it.”
“I don’t care about the money.”
“I care. They have taken so much away from you. We’ll get everything transferred back to your name and under your power.” I tilted my head in curiosity. “What have you been doing for money?”
“I had a debit card my mother gave me,” she replied. “She told me that she paid the bills from my account. I imagine she’s canceled the card by now. I guess I’m broke until this is resolved.”