Page 193 of Distant Shores
“Adair,” I gasped as quietly as I could. “Need you.”
He was there in an instant, his pine scent and warmth washing over me.
He didn’t ask for specifics as he towered over me.
Heknew.
Despite the dark room, Adair found my lips easily, still tasting like me as he kissed me hungrily. He pushed a pillow under my hips as he deepened the kiss, then stroked up the sides of my body all the way to my shoulders and back down my arms. Breaking the kiss, he interlaced our fingers and raised our joined hands above my head.
This was becoming my favorite position, and he knew that.
Knewmebetter than anyone.
We shared breaths as he thrust forward, murmuring praises as he slid through my wetness until we were both panting.
Then he entered me in one swift movement.
We inhaled together, savoring our joined bodies forseveral seconds before he pulled out and pushed in again, languid and precise.
Our hands stayed laced together above me as we fell into each other. No music, no evidence that there was a world outside of us. Only the sounds of our bodies and our breaths.
His pelvis pushed against me in that perfect way with each thrust, making my mind numb and body tingle, and it wasn’t long before we tumbled over the edge together. Adair groaned some combination of my name and his name for me into my neck, sounding like “Indiland,”and my moan turned into a ragged laugh.
A few moments later, I flexed my hands, and he got the message, releasing them. But before he could push off me, I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him to me.
He sighed contentedly as he gave me just enough of his weight to blanket me, and my heart calmed under the feeling.
This man.
I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to face leaving this room even though I’d worked so hard for what would happen today.
“Today’s the day, Indigo. It’s going to be perfect,” he whispered against my lips, still nestled inside me as he read me perfectly.
“What if no one shows? If it’s not enough?”
What if I failed Ari?
He kissed the doubt from my lips, then trailed sweet caresses down my throat, making me squirm. “You—” His warm mouth surrounded my breast, kissing it sweetly. “—are always—” He kissed the other the same way. “—enough.” He pulled away just enough so he could grasp my face between his hands. “And it’s not all on you. Not anymore.”
I burrowed my face into his warm palms, thinking about that. About everyone coming together to decorate yesterday. The donations and volunteers. The easy smiles of new friendships with Ari’s family and the workers and residents of Live Oak.
He was right.
“Go shower and get ready,” he said after a couple of minutes. “I’ll go get Cole and Delly up. Then breakfast. Then our guys. We have plenty of time, okay?”
I ran my hands down his bare back, taking a last dose of comfort from his solidness. From who he was. “Okay.”
The room lightened around us with the beginnings of dawn, and Adair pulled back, his hair hanging over his brow and a radiant smile on his face. “You’ve got this, Indigo.”
I brushed my curled hair off my face and bent over the table to write my name in cursive on a stick-on nametag.
Ireland.
“Indigo.”
My body warmed, still feeling the ghost of Adair’s body inside mine as he groaned his nickname for me hours later.
Though, I wasn’t sure how that was only this morning. It had been a long-ass day, and it wasn’t even 5:00 p.m. yet.
