if only for a moment. So I shut everything out, it was easy to do with the storm. Darkness had descended, the winds roared ferociously, and the rain sheeted relentlessly against the windows. The storm had arrived in full force.
Turning to lay on my back, I stared at the ceiling and pulled distractedly at the hem of my sleeve. And then reality came rushing back. So I went over all that had happened while flashes of lightning played like a strobe light against the walls around me. Where was Ami? And who had murdered Jimmy? There had to be a connection. I had that feeling again—like when Julian had arrived on the island—the feeling that someone was pulling strings like a puppet master. But this time, instead of having my ex-boyfriend pay me a visit, this person was making it look like I was involved with Jimmy’s murder and Ami’s disappearance. It was too much of a coincidence. But who would be able to orchestrate such a thing? And why? Had I gotten too close to the truth? Was this person, whomever it was, trying to silence me?
I shuddered just as a huge bolt of lightning lit up the entire room, illuminating Adam standing in the doorway. “Adam,” I gasped, sucking in a breath of air. “You scared me.”
In a beat he was on the bed, above me, his arms a cage around me. My heart beat wildly, fear morphing to excitement. “Are you afraid now,” Adam asked, blue eyes clouded with desire.
“Maybe a little,” I replied, my breathing quickening in anticipation.
Adam chuckled darkly while dropping to his elbows. His lips grazed mine, and I responded. Our mouths moved together, slowly at first, lingering and kind of sweet, but soon our kisses grew desperate, hungry. This is what we both needed, what we both wanted.
Finding the hem of his shirt, I fisted my hand in the cotton material, my knuckles skimming his abdomen. Adam sucked in a breath and found my eyes. “It isn’t going to be gentle, Madeleine. I’ve waited too long, we’ve waited too long.”
“I don’t want it to be gentle,” I rasped.
And I didn’t, so I raked my nails up his back to show him how much I wanted it. How hard I wanted it. Adam hissed and yanked the shirt he was wearing over his head, flinging it to the floor. And then his lips crashed into mine in a flurry of hot, wet, frenzied kisses. Somehow my shirt, my bra, my panties, he peeled them off while we kissed like our lives depended on it. I don’t know, maybe they did. And then it was Adam’s turn—his clothes, discarded in a flash.
We were finally bare, skin to skin. And it felt so good, so right, so different from the night at the cottage. Our kisses slowed, stopped. Our eyes met, our souls now bared as well. Adam’s strong hands were everywhere—cupping my breasts, skimming over my hips, tracing up the sensitive insides of my thighs, sliding along my core. God help me. He drove me crazy with lust. Had I ever wanted someone like this? I wanted Adam to conquer me, invade me. I wanted Adam to fuck me. I moved with the rhythm he set as his fingers played me like an instrument. And if I thought I could ever want Adam more than this, I realized I was sadly mistaken when he lowered his body and put his mouth on my sex. His lips, his tongue, the things he was doing drove me wild. I raised my hips up to give him more access, and he gripped my ass…hard. “You like this?” he asked smugly, glancing up from between my legs.
I did, oh I did. But all I could do was let out a moan of pleasure. His lips traveled back up my body, until our mouths met once more. My hands trailed down his chest, lower and lower. When I grasped him in my hand, he inhaled sharply, “God, Maddy, that feels good. Don’t stop.”
I stroked his full length; he was so hard, so heavy, so thick. Desperate to feel him inside of me, I pulled him down to me. He settled between my legs. Lightning flashed, illuminating the room once more. Adam pulled back slightly, his eyes—so, so blue and as stormy as that first night when I’d awoken on his sofa—met mine. No words were necessary. As he’d said, we’d waited long enough. And with no hesitation Adam plunged into