While I Was Away(74)

“Part of me knows this is wrong,” Jones groaned when she dragged her nails across his scalp. “You were my patient.”

“I was your patient once,” Adele admitted. “But I was always your soulmate.”

“Yes.”

It felt so good to hear him say it. She could've wept with joy, but she wouldn't allow herself. She wouldn't let anything ruin this moment between them. Who knew what tomorrow would bring.

She was finally able to yank his shirt over his head, and as she tossed it across the room, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her away from the door. They tripped across the small floor and crashed onto the bed.

“I want to be inside you,” he was speaking fast now, and his hands were moving at the same speed, pushing her shirt up and over her breasts. “I want to be a part of you.”

“You are,” she assured him, trying to wiggle free of the material. “You always have been. You always will be.”

She was still caught in the shirt when she felt his tongue along the side of her stomach. She let out a startled laugh – she was particular sensitive there, ticklish. He chuckled at her reaction, then did it once more before letting his teeth graze over her hip bone.

When she finally pulled the cotton jersey blend free of her head, she felt his fingers around the waistline of her panties. In the past, with boyfriends, first time sex had always been nerve wracking. She'd never been particularly bold with her sexuality.

Yet like Jones had said, it was almost as if they'd done this before – there was no fumbling, no awkwardness. He touched her in all the right ways, in all the right spots, slowly dragging her underwear down her legs, kissing her thighs as he moved.

“We don't have to do this,” he whispered when he'd covered her body with his own again. She was naked, but he was still wearing his sweatpants, and she hated cotton in that moment.

“Yes we do,” she breathed, smoothing her hands down the sides of his face. “We were always meant to be like this.”

“I know,” he agreed, dropping his forehead to hers. “Always, always, always.”

The pants were easy enough to discard, what with both his hands and her feet working to push them away. She was grateful when her fingers passed over bare skin – the pants had already been too much of a barrier. If he'd been wearing underwear, she simply would've ripped them off.

Then his tongue was tracing her lips, his weight was settling between her thighs, and his fingers were learning all her secrets. She gasped and moaned into his mouth, breathing his air. Stealing it. They only needed enough for one person, anyway.

And then he was over her and all around her and inside her, so much insider her, it was like she was overflowing with love for him. A sun burst behind her eyelids, and for a moment, just a moment, she thought she could see their poppy field.

Then he moved against her and she was back in the moment with him.

Back in the now.

“How did I know,” he breathed in her ear. “How did I know you'd feel just like this? Just like home.”

“I know,” she was panting and shivering at the same time. “See? From now on, you believe everything I say.”

He gave her a low laugh, and it was a sultry sound, rumbling across her nerve endings.

It had been a long time since Adele'd had sex – she'd figured it out a while ago, it had been roughly six months. So while it was possible that her memories of the act were fuzzy, she was fairly confident it had never felt this good before. His hips thrust against her and he gripped the wooden rail behind her head, using it as leverage to push harder, to dig deeper. She felt her entire body flush as she moved to his rhythm.

“Always,” she gasped. “We need to be doing this always.”

“If it doesn't kill us this time,” Jones warned her.

“I'm okay with that, too.”

A tremor rocked through her body, startling a cry out of them both. It was sensory overload, she felt like every nerve ending she possessed was firing and going up in flames. He groaned when her muscles finally relaxed, then he dropped down to kiss her. She leaned forward and met him halfway, practically devouring his lips.

Her thighs started to shake when he began pumping again, so she coiled her legs around his, willing them to stay still. Squeezed her eyes shut tight and bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep her orgasm at bay.

“No, no, no, no,” Jones chuckled, and she could feel his smile against her mouth. “Don't hold back, not now, not after you've given me so much.”

“I can't,” she cried out, raking her nails down his chest. “It's too much.”

“It's perfect,” he breathed, and she felt his hand slide over her chest. Cup her breast briefly before moving over her heart. Then he gently pressed down. She could feel her own heart beating against his fingertips, trying to break free so it could rest in his hand. “There's never, ever, been a moment in time more perfect than this one.”

“Oh my god,” she groaned, her back arching off the bed. His hand stayed in place, fingers slick against her dewy skin.

“I want to see your eyes,” he whispered. “Look at me, Adele.”

She shook her head and sucked both her lips between her teeth, biting down. She couldn't look at him. She couldn't see those eyes right now, the ones from her dream. If she looked, it would be over, and she didn't want this night to ever end.