“You’re so beautiful, Lily,” he replied thickly, “I can’t get enough of you. I would do anything for you.” I felt the tension building, as my muscles gripped him, and the smell of our sweat and sex was like a drug, making me feel drunk on pleasure.
“Tell me again,” I pleaded, gasping and searching his eyes deeply for more reassurance. “Tell me you won’t leave me. I want to be with you. I’ve always wanted …I’ve always wanted to be with you.”
“I won’t leave,” he answered hoarsely. “I’ve loved you since you put glitter in my hair. I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”
He returned my gaze just as intently and then he leaned down and kissed me, without even breaking his rhythm. Our tongues had perfected an intimate mutual exploration, and we knew just how to please each other. It really was like we had been waiting our whole lives for each other, like this was what was meant to be. Bashert, as our grandparents had called it, fate.
My room was filled with heat and the sounds of our sighs, and groans and ragged breathing, as our hands slid along each other’s slick bodies. I was consumed with a sweet ache every time he pulled back, and dizzy with pleasure every time he pushed into me deeply. Finally, as we moved together in a sensual rhythm to the edge, he broke our kiss to look at me again, and I knew what he wanted me to say.
“I love you,” I panted, getting closer, climbing … “So much. Only you.”
“I love you too,” he answered, breathing heavily and looking like he couldn’t hold on much longer. “Only you, Lily. Always you.”
We began moving even faster, thrusting harder, pleading and moaning, until, moments later, lights burst before my eyes, and I felt my inner muscles contract hard, and keep contracting, in waves of white hot pleasure and intense relief. Feeling me go over the edge, Adam stopped holding back, and went still, his muscles tensing, a tremor passing through his body, as we cried out each other’s names ecstatically. We finally let go, but we held on tight.
Later as we laid together, still holding each other, we talked for hours about all kinds of things. We looked back and tried to see some of our history together through the lens of two people who had wanted to be together, but didn’t know how to do it. It explained a lot. Both of us had denied our feelings, even to ourselves, and it felt good to finally be able to talk about it.
We didn’t just talk about the past, though. We talked about the present, and even the future a bit. I think that from that point on, Adam and I both knew that we were meant to be together, and that we would be, somehow. After all, we kept winding up back together, no matter how hard we had tried to stay apart. That didn’t mean we wouldn’t still get on each other’s nerves. We were still Adam and Lily, not Gabrielle and Braden, even if we were in love too.
“You want to help me with some of my cases next week?” he asked eventually, rubbing my shoulder as he held me, snuggling against him.
“I’d like that.” I pulled myself up a little so I could look at him. “I want to feel like I’m contributing and making myself useful.”
“I know.” He smiled at me. “I figure I had better keep you occupied before you wind up arguing before the Supreme Court when I’m not looking.”
“I could probably question a witness or two,” I offered. “I think I have the confidence to pull it off.”
“You think you do?” He laughed. “From what I’ve seen so far, you’ve got plenty of swagger in the courtroom.” He kissed the top of my head.
“Your confidence is really sexy there,” I confessed. “You were turning me on.”
“Well, if you want to have a rendezvous with me, Braden and Gabrielle can tell us every hook-up spot in the courthouse.”
“You’re kidding.” I laughed.
“Nope. Arguing in court against each other used to get their motors revved. I think Braden may have a map,” he joked.
“Do you talk to your friends about us?” I asked curiously, reaching up to stroke his cheek. He leaned into my touch and nuzzled my hand affectionately.
“What, about our sex life? Only in general. Guys don’t go into detail about their wives and girlfriends. Not like women do anyway.”
“How do you know?”
“I have three sisters, who all have plenty of friends. Talk about overhearing more than you ever wanted to know about your family members. They’ve almost burned a hole in my head a few times.”
“So that’s what happened,” I teased and he tickled me, making me giggle and squirm, and thus giving him a cheap thrill. “What have you told them?” I asked curiously.
“I told them we’re very good together and, that you’re incredibly sexy and you drive me so nuts I feel like I’m seventeen again. What have you told your friends? Adam’s dick is exactly eight and a half inches long, and he can go for forty-nine minutes a pop, with seven minutes of down time …”
“I just said that you’re very talented. You’ve obviously had plenty of practice.”
“Does it bother you a lot that I had such a prolific sex life in the past?” He sounded concerned, and he pulled me against him tighter.
“Not that much. I believe you when you say that it’s different with me because I know it’s different with you.”
“I don’t have any interest in being with anyone else anymore.”
“Me neither. You’re the only one I’ve really wanted since summer.”
“I started losing interest in random hook-ups then too, and after that weekend at the cabin, you were all I thought about. I knew that I had to do something. I just didn’t really know what, but we always seem to wind up together, so I figured it would work out somehow.”
“You know we’re still going to argue, Adam,” I warned him, rubbing my hand over his chest. “We’re just both sarcastic, argumentative people. At twenty-seven, we’re already like that old couple you always see bickering in the synagogue parking lot by their Lincoln Continental.”
“That’s okay, Lily. That old couple are still together, aren’t they? Besides, that’s why God invented make-up sex.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
That week Adam and I learned a lot. During the days, we learned to work together as I became a practicing lawyer. I was kind of amazed at how quickly I took to it. According to Jess at least, Adam and I had a similar courtroom style – cocky. Who knew that was lurking inside me? I saw a look of amusement and pride on his face as I started taking on more and more. Unfortunately, it wasn’t making me very popular on defense side. It wasn’t long before Jess and Mark didn’t love me anymore. In fact, I think Mark wanted to beat me senseless after one preliminary hearing we did together.