Page 32 of Lost Summer
As he entered me, I let out a small moan, my eyes half-closed as I rocked my hips, taking him in further and further. His hands were firm on my hips, guiding me, his breath ragged against my neck. The feel of him inside me was like coming home, a warmth that spread through my body.
“God, Adele...” Ted muttered, lifting his lips to mine. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His words, laced with his actions, made me realise I hadn’t been living before this moment. I’d been existing. As our bodies rocked together, our urgency increased, the pace quickening as we lost ourselves in each other, my legs wrapping around his back as he sat up, his hands cupping my ass as his tongue explored my mouth. The pressure on my intimate area was enough to coax an overwhelming influx of sensations, from goosebumps on my skin to a tightening deep within my core.
His mouth broke away from mine, his head buried in my neck as he sucked on the sensitive skin, ripples of ecstasy and love coursing through me as my orgasm took hold. I threw my head back, stiffening in his arms as he murmured in my ear.
“I fucking love you, Adele.”
I let out a moan of emotion.
The icing on the cake.
Edward Hart loved me back because I’d always been in love with him.
16
TED
Waking up with Adele in my arms was like waking up on Christmas morning as a kid to find your dream gift waiting for you beneath the tree. The soft glow of the morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm hue over her peaceful face. Her hair was a tousled mess, cascading over the pillow in waves, and her lips were slightly parted, inviting me to steal a kiss. The rise and fall of her chest was soothing—it made me want to stay in this moment forever.
My thoughts weren’t in line with reality, though, because I knew deep down, I’d have to face the music with Elena. It didn’t matter, though. I had Adele.
The soft purr of her cat, Ernie, broke the silence as he jumped onto the bed, his amber eyes studying me curiously. I reached out to stroke his fur, the gentle vibration of his purr resonating through my fingertips. He peered around, clearly looking for his momma.
“Hey there, buddy,” I whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “I hope you don’t mind sharing your momma with me.”
Adele stirred beside me, her eyelashes fluttering as she slowly woke up. She lifted her head, her sleepy gaze meeting mine, and a soft smile spread across her face.
“Morning,” she murmured, her voice still husky from sleep. She looked down at Ernie, her eyes filling with warmth. “And good morning to you too, Mr Grumpy.”
I chuckled, my heart swelling with affection as I watched her interact with her cat. “Does he usually wake you up like this?” I asked, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
Adele nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly at my touch. “Yeah, he’s a bit of a demanding little thing. Well, until he’s fed, anyway.”
She sat up, the duvet falling to her waist, revealing her bare shoulders. I couldn’t help but admire the smooth curve of her neck, the delicate line of her collarbone. She was breathtaking, a vision of pure beauty that made my heart ache with longing.
“Coffee?” she offered, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes.
I nodded, my stomach flipping at the thought of spending more time with her. “Yes, please. Can I help?”
Adele shook her head, a playful smile on her lips. “Nope. You stay here. I’ll be right back.”
She slipped out of bed, her silky robe clinging to her curves as she padded across the room. I watched her go, my heart pounding as I realised how much I wanted this—how much I wanted her.
“Any sugar in your coffee?”
“No,” I replied, gazing at her with adoration. “Skip the coffee if it brings you back to bed quicker.”
Adele flushed, and it made my soul sing. “I won’t be long, or Ernie may start eating me.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I smirked as she flushed a deeper shade of crimson.
As she left the room, I took a moment to take in my surroundings. Her bedroom reflected her personality, filled with warm colours and eclectic decor. The walls were adorned with photographs, each telling her life story. Her clothes were neatly arranged on an open rail, a rainbow of colours and textures.
Adele returned a few moments later, carrying two steaming mugs of coffee and a packet of biscuits. The rich and comforting scent filled the room, seeming to wrap around us like a warm embrace. She held out a mug to me.
“Here you go,” she said, her voice soft and gentle. “I thought we might need some fuel after last night.”
