Page 62 of Lost Love Found

The swirl of emotions inside me threaten to take over as my breathing slows and the realization that a man hasn’t brought me to orgasm in a decade hits me. I’m bombarded with relief, guilt, affection and awe all at once and the blow is powerful.

His kisses are sweet, covering my temples, my cheeks, my chin and my jaw, catching the tears I didn’t realize were falling.

His whispers are soothing. “You’re so beautiful.” Relief washes over me that I am able to connect with him on this level.

His hands stop their movements. “Thank you for trusting me.” Guilt threatens to drown me as I realize Andy was the last person I fully trusted with my body.

An arm at the backs of my knees, one at my back. “You felt amazing.” The fondness I have for him fills me with a warmth that I didn't know was possible, and I find myself feeling more for this man than I've ever felt before.

My body is gently placed on the bed, covers pulled over me. “You’re perfect.” Awe descends over me for a lover whose tenderness has left me speechless.

Adam’s arms wrap around me as I lay my head on his chest. “Lainey, baby, please stop crying.” Fingers thread through my hair and more kisses land on the top of my head. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” And that, those words, they sober me up.

“W-what?” I sniffle and wipe at the tears blurring my vision. “No. Please don’t say that.” I struggle to pull myself up and Adam rolls us so I’m on my back and he’s on his side. I reach up to cradle his face. “Please don’t be sorry. I’m sorry. For crying. It’s just…” My bottom lip trembles, and I feel the sting of tears on my cheeks. He gently brushes them away with his thumbs, and then cradles my face in both palms and kisses me tenderly.

Through the warmth of his lips, I feel an infinite level of comfort that halts my tears in an instant. I rest my forehead against his and search for the right words to thank him for being so steady and patient with me through it all. "It just... you just..." I feel my eyes well with tears again.

"We don't have to talk about this right now." His voice is gentle as he tucks me closer into him and kisses my head.

“Thank you. For being so steady. For holding me up. For letting me fall. You… This… means so much and I just …I don’t have the words quite yet.”

I see his throat bobble as he swallows. “Those words will do just fine, my Lainey.”

27

are you happy?

adam

I will never, for as long as I’m breathing, be able to erase last night from my memory. Elaina’s moans grew louder with each passing moment, her body writhing in pleasure beneath me. Suddenly, her breath hitched, and she began to whisper my name. Her hands clawed at my shoulders and then her body went rigid before going limp. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she opened her eyes and stared into mine, her quiet whispers reduced to quiet sobs.

My fingers moved in slow circles on her back, and my voice tried to fill the void in her heart. I scooped her up in my arms, and she clung to me like a life preserver. Her skin was soft and damp with tears, and her breath shuddered with each sob. I pulled her close, gazing into her tear-streaked face—and I saw something surprising behind the sadness. There was relief, as though she had found in me something she had been searching for. She looked up at me and murmured a thank you that seemed to come from deep within her soul. In that moment, I knew there was no way I could ever let her go.

* * *

I’m awake before Elaina, as usual, and I smile when I witness her little stretch and butt wiggle. My name is the first thing she says in the morning, and I wonder how I ever woke up without the sound of her raspy voice calling out to me.

We linger in bed, all soft kisses and touches until we’re tangled in the sheets laughing. “I like seeing you like this,” she whispers to me as her index finger traces the shape of my nose.

“Like what?” I scoop her up so she’s straddling me, sitting on my stomach. Her perfect breasts are pushing against her shirt, hair falling all around her face in wild curls. Somehow, she looks even more beautiful at this moment than I’ve ever seen her before.

“Happy.” Her finger traces the outline of my lips and I catch it gently between my teeth, letting go when she gasps.

“I am happy. I’m the happiest.” I trace circles on the insides of her wrists, watching her smile grow. “Are you happy, Tornerose?”

“Yes.” She closes her eyes when she answers, and something shifts in her demeanor. Before I can question it, she lowers herself and brushes her lips on mine. “And I’m also very, very hungry.” A soft giggle echoes in my ears as she rises from the bed, her T-shirt slipping off her body, revealing her toned stomach and the curves of her hips. She struts towards the bathroom, glancing back with a mischievous smile before disappearing behind the closed door. The shower starts running, and I want nothing more than to join her, but I know that wouldn’t be right. Elaina is still apprehensive around me, and I'm scared that if I tell her how I feel too soon, it'll scare her away.

Before I can do much more thinking about this, she comes out of the bathroom in a towel, wet hair hanging down to her lower back.

“All yours,” she says with a sweet smile. I know she’s talking about the shower, but I wish she was talking about herself. I steal a kiss as I walk past her.

By the time I come out, she’s dressed in a short jersey dress that hugs her body all over. I stop, openly looking at her ass as she bends over to put something in her suitcase. When she turns, she bites her lower lip, smirking as she glances towards what’s underneath my towel. She walks into the bathroom to dry her hair and I make quick work of getting dressed.

I step into the bathroom, intent on fixing my hair, when I see her open a tube of lip gloss. I move quickly before she can apply it, trapping her against the sink with my hands. Sweet coconut and honey assaults me as I breathe in her scent. I press my lips to hers with a possessive hunger and feel her body relax into me. Her delicate hands roam up my chest as my fingers find the curve of her backside.

“Why does it feel like you’re not wearing underwear?” I murmur against her lips.

She moves her hands up to my neck and whispers in my ear, “Because I’m not wearing any.”

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