Epilogue
“Ibrought you a present,” he said hours later when they were finally at her place, finally alone. His entire family, including Grant, had seemed thrilled for them, which had only added to Abby’s joy at being with him again.
“What is it?”
He gestured toward the hallway. “Let me get it.”
“It’s in my room?”
“I dropped my stuff here on the way to Mac’s.”
“You were taking an awful lot for granted, mister.”
“I was hopeful.” He kissed her and seemed to forget all about her gift until she squiggled free.
“You said something about a present?”
“Ah, right. So I did. Be right back.”
Abby watched him walk away, still wanting to pinch herself to believe this day had actually happened.
“Don’t look.”
She curled up on the sofa and covered her eyes. “I’m not looking.”
When he sat next to her, the pervasive odor of leather filled her senses. “Okay, open your eyes.”
On the coffee table, he’d laid out a black leather jacket with matching pants and gloves.
“If you want to learn to ride a motorcycle, you need the protective gear.” From his side of the sofa, he produced a sleek silver helmet with a built-in face mask that he handed to her.
He understood her so well—better than anyone ever had. “This is awesome! I love it. Thank you.”
Taking the helmet from her, he put it on the table. “I can’t wait to see your ass in those pants.”
Laughing, she hurled herself into his arms and held on tight. “It’s the best present I’ve ever gotten.”
“Some girls want diamonds and gold. My girl is happy with leather and tattoos. How did I ever get so lucky?”
Hearing him call her “his girl” was the frosting on the cake of a perfect day. “We both got lucky.” With her hand on the back of his head, she dragged him into another kiss. After weeks without him, she couldn’t get close enough fast enough.
Starting at the hem and working his way up, he pulled the dress she’d worn to Janey’s shower over her head and tossed it aside, taking a minute to appreciate the lacy pink bra and panties she’d worn under it.
She yanked on his belt buckle and moaned with frustration when it refused to give way.
Laughing against her lips, Adam took care of it for her and groaned when she wrapped her hand around his erection. “Condom. Need one.”
“No. I’m on the pill. Please…hurry.”
“You don’t like to hurry.”
“I do now.”
Still wearing the suit coat, dress shirt and pants, he pushed aside her panties and gave her what she needed in one thrust that made them both gasp from the sheer thrill of it.
She had no thoughts of the past when she took him in effortlessly, as if she’d been born to love this man and this man only. The powerful relief of being back in his arms and their swift, frantic coupling combined to leave her breathless.
“God, Abby… I love you so much. I can’t even tell you how much.”
“I love you, too,” she said, her arms tight around him.
Knowing they had all the time in the world to give each other, she came, sobbing his name, clinging to him as he surged into her, lost in his own release.
Abby had traveled a long and winding road to get to where she belonged. It turned out the third time really was the charm. With her heart and soul filled to overflowing with his love, she’d finally gotten it just right.
Turn the page to read Time for Love, David and Daisy’s story.