And Then There Was Her (And then There Was 1)

I leaned forward and started running my tongue over the small of her back, loving that she moaned slightly. I wanted to memorize every inch of her, have her know my touch indefinitely. She was pliant for me, not denying my urge to taste all of her.

“How does that feel, baby?” I murmured against her skin.

“So good,” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep and satisfaction.

Over and over I licked and sucked at her, my cock hard again, but my need right now was about making Adele feel good, and not about what I wanted.

“Turn over for me,” I coaxed.

She listened to me instantly, had this rough growl of approval leaving me. Once her breasts were right there for the taking, I leaned down and sucked on her nipples for long seconds, alternating between her peaks, loving the flavor and feel of her. Her sweet moans made me feel like a man, a real man that could please his woman.

But after long seconds I forced myself to move to the rest of her body, to continue memorizing her curves and silky-smooth flesh with my mouth. I trailed my tongue up her throat and licked a path over her pulse point, insanely aroused by the fact I could feel how rapidly it beat, knew she was going over the edge with me.

“You’re mine, Adele,” I said, my voice husky, determined.

“Yes,” she whispered, moaned. “I’m only yours.”

I pulled away and looked down at her again, so fucking in love with this woman I couldn’t even breathe. I gathered her into my arms, and after a few moments I heard her breathing change, relaxing. I knew she’d be asleep soon, her body content from the loving I’d given her. I felt male pride over the fact I’d brought this exhaustion out in her, because I’d worn her out in only the best of ways. There had been a time I worried I would never see Adele again after our one night we’d shared. But now that she was here, in my arms, our love out in the open, I knew I’d never let her go again. I was never letting her out of my sight.

I was willing to risk anything to make her mine.

“I love you, Adele,” I whispered, sensing her falling deeper into sleep and feeling my gut tighten when she curled against me even more.

“I love you too,” she whispered, and I felt my heart race in pleasure at hearing her say those words. I reached out and placed my hand on her belly, feeling the swell of her stomach, knowing my baby grew in there. I wouldn’t be opposed to Adele always looking like this, pregnant with my baby, glowing, knowing I was the one who’d planted my seed in her.

I smiled to myself. God, I loved this woman. I’d always worry about her, always make sure she loved me back and was happy.

If I had one fucking goal in life, it was to be the best man I could for this woman and the family we created.

Epilogue Two

Oliver

Ten-year anniversary

Our reconnection anniversary. That’s what I called it, the moment I found Adele in my life again, made her mine.

We had our wedding anniversary, even celebrated when we went on our first official date. She teased me, thought it was funny to celebrate all these things, but I knew she loved it as much as I did.

But on this day I reconnected with my soul mate again, found her once more after three very long months. It was pretty damn special to me. So special I made sure to celebrate it every single year.

And ten years later was a long time. It was a milestone. And it had taken this long to plan everything, to let our life get settled, to grow our family, build our dream house. It had taken over a decade for us to be comfortable and secure with everything before I’d finally taken her on that one trip she always dreamed about.

Norway and the Northern Lights.

And here we were, just her and me wrapped up in a blanket, trapped pleasantly in our little cabin in the middle of nowhere, the ceiling glass, even one whole wall a window so we could see the wonder of the wilderness all around us.

We were pretty far north in Norway, staring out the window, looking at those colorful, wonderful and fantastic Northern Lights. Although I’d love for our two children to be here with us, Xavier and Lila, this trip was about Adele and me. It was for her and me. It was about finally making this one trip I always promised myself I’d give her one day.

And that day was today. Now.

I kissed the top of Adele’s head, and she snuggled in closer.

“Thank you for bringing me here, for planning this and surprising me.” She shifted on the bed we currently sat on, the comforter thick, the mattress situated right up against the window so when we went to bed, the Northern Lights were our night-light, and the wintery forest was our alarm clock.