Chapter 25
Adeline moaned softly. The sound roused her from that sweet zone somewhere between asleep and awake. Something heavy lay across her back. She told her eyes to open but they refused. This felt so good. Warm and familiar. Her breasts were crushed against that firm warmth.
Her body tingled. She pressed her pelvis into something big and hard. Oh, now this was a good dream. She tilted her hips again. Sighed. Felt real good.
The weight on her back shifted.
Her eyes opened wide.
It was dark.
The smell of rain and warm flesh filled her nostrils. Her hand moved . . . glided along a muscled arm. Wyatt.
She raised her head, analyzed the situation.
She froze.
Her body was draped over his like a sheet.
If she moved—even breathed—he would wake up and . . .
His arm, heavy on her back, tightened around her.
She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip. This was . . . not good.
All she had to do was ease out of his—
“Addy.”
Her name was nothing more than a breath on his lips. She shivered at the sound. Desire detonated in every damned mutinous cell.
“Morning,” she muttered.
His body tensed as his own realization dawned.
She told herself to say something or to just move. Couldn’t.
His fingers tangled in her hair.
She gasped.
He drew her face down to his . . . their lips so close she could feel his warm breath on her face.
“Say the word,” he murmured, “and I’ll stop but I have to do this.”
He lifted his head just enough to ensure their lips met. The kiss was slow, slow, slow. She told herself to pull away. To say the word. To do anything but . . .
Melt against him like butter on hot toast.
Not gonna happen.
Images of him standing in the rain . . . rivulets of water sliding down his chest as he reached out to her . . . the way those sweatpants hung low on his lean hips kept flashing in her brain. The feel of that powerful body under her now . . . all of it was just too much to resist.
She banished the warning voice . . . pushed away the propriety vying for her attention. Right now she wanted to feel . . . all of him.
He tugged her jersey upward. She reared back and pulled it the rest of the way off, then tossed it to the floor.
His mouth found hers once more. Those lips .
. . God, she had missed his lips. Full and firm and always hungry for more.
He left a trail of kisses along her jaw, down her throat. Her body responded to his every touch.
She wanted him. All of him.
Now.
They made love, lost themselves in the sensations.
Later, spent, she lay against him. His arms felt so good around her. Safe.
Home.
The word echoed inside her. She tensed.
As if sensing the change in her, he rolled her onto her back. Cradled her face in his hands and kissed her hard. Not slow and sweet like before. This was desperate, turbulent.
When he finally drew back, he murmured, “I’ve missed you, Addy.”
The words sent confusion and fear roaring through her.
She wasn’t supposed to feel this anymore.
She wasn’t supposed to be here.
How long would it take this time to exorcise Wyatt Henderson?
You’re next.
Then again, if the perp had his way, she wouldn’t have to worry about the future at all.