Eva couldn't feel herself breathe, couldn't hear herself breathe. All she felt was the tumultuous pumping of her heart and it's consequent thunderous rushing in her head.

Eva West, I'm in love with you.

Words she'd only ever dreamed of falling from his lips. Just like that, all her guader walls crumbled; they couldn't stand in the face of his disarming confession.

God, she loved him too, had missed him like fuck, and wanted the same things that he did. She couldn't hold back anymore. Heck, she didn't want to hold back anymore. At least not for tonight.

Tonight she wanted to let herself go, to reexperience the blissful feeling of being in Adam's arms. She wanted to let go of her fears, her fears that he would walk out any time when she let herself go with her emotions. She wanted to throw them all under the bus.

Before any thought could come and hinder the execution of her next move, Eva had already lunged for Adam, wrapped her arm around his neck and smashed her lips to his.

Her kiss caught him off guard, she could sense that in the way he stiffened, before he finally eased into the fluid tempo of their kiss, matching her stroke for stroke. His tongue licked along the contours of her mouth as if he couldn't taste enough of her.

Suddenly, Adam broke their kiss, holding her just slightly back, his heated eyes searing right through her.  “I'm sorry, Eva. I'm so sorry for leaving the way I did, for...”

She placed her right index finger on his lips and shushed him. “No words, Wild One. Just show me how wild you can be.”

She didn't need his regret ruining the magic of their moment. Maybe her own regret would come tomorrow, maybe it would not. But whatever happened, regret could come later.

Right now, she only wanted to soak up the ecstasy knowing that Adam Garcia felt the same way about her had plunged her into.

With a low growl that encompassed urgent need, Adam captured her lips and devoured them like tonight was his last night on earth. Eva didn't even remember when she unzipped the jacket she was wearing.

The next thing she knew she was shrugging the jacket down her shoulders and tossing them to who the heck gives a fuck.

Breaking their kiss, the cardigan she'd been wearing beneath soon followed, baring her breasts to him in the cool winter air just being ushered away by the fire crackling in the fireplace. Adam brought his lips closer like he was about to kiss her, only for his head to dip down.

A startled cry of rapture tore from her throat when he took one of her hard, aching nipples into his mouth. He licked, kissed, then sucked hard on the pert organ, eliciting a domino effect of reactions that had her arching her chest until she couldn't arch it anymore, until she was begging for more.

He finally transferred his mouth to the neglected nipple, going over the same pleasure-inducing skills while one of his hands fondled the abandoned breast. Just when Eva thought she was going to orgasm from his just sucking her nipples, he pulled away again. This time completely.

Her fear that he was backing out was swept away when he lowered to unfold the couch into a bed like they'd liked to do before. Once done, he stood up and held her by the hand, leading her gently to lie down.

She looked up at him, burning with so much need that she feared she would explode as she watched him briskly take off his jacket, the shirt underneath, then his trousers, leaving him in only his boxer briefs with his need for her straining hard against the elastic material.

He sat beside her thigh on the left side and took hold of the button on her jeans, popping it before pulling her zipper down. She watched, fascinated as he began sliding her jeans down slowly, levering her bottom to make the job easier for him. Her jeans were soon part of the who the heck gives a fuck land.

Leaning down, he began trailing gentle yet arousing kisses from her very toes, climbing along her innermost thighs. When his lips reached where she ached for his attention the most, he only placed a kiss that made her want so much more before continuing his climb.

Finally, when he reached her face level, he took her lips in a kiss much gentler than the earlier ones. It felt more sensual and full of so much more than just lust or desire. After it felt like they'd kissed forever, he finally descended south again.

This time, when he reached her sex, he paid just the attention she needed. His tongue licked her through the material of her panties, so firm that the sensations made her toes curl. Bunching the lacy material to the side, the tip of his tongue glided through her folds, going back and forth.

“Oh God, Adam.” Eva was a quivering mess and her voice showed it.

When Adam grabbed the waistband of her panties, she thought he was going to peel it off her legs too, until he ripped it right off her skin. She gasped at the abrupt movement, but she didn't care. It only made his urgency for her more obvious.

“Ple. . . please, Adam. I need you inside me.” She couldn't help it anymore.

He gave her what she wanted. . . with his tongue. His tongue shoved into her opening, making her moan at the depth to which he plowed. It couldn't be easy doing that, but he made pleasuring her look so effortless. His tongue left her all too soon only to be replaced by two of his fingers.

“What did you say you wanted, Spitfire?” He rasped, his nose rubbing firmly on her clit. “Tell me what you want, Eva.”

His fingers scissored inside her, then pulled out to the tips before slamming back, making Eva oh so breathless.

“I want you inside me.”

“Just like this, huh?” His voice was sultry, his fingers continuing their manipulation.

“No, I need you. Your fricking big dick. I. . . I need you to make love to me, Adam." She forced past her shallow breathing.

That seemed to be all the cue he needed. The next moment, he was on his feet, quickly shoving his boxer down his legs, making his big dick stand at full attention. Then he was back on top of her, focusing her thighs apart. Just as he positioned himself at her crevice, ready to thrust in, Eva managed to flip him over so that she was now on top.

“I'm going to take control.” She knew she sounded dominant, but she didn't care. Four months of no him to warm her bed, four months of pent up lust about to be slaked.

She sunk down onto his dick. The position they were assuming and swiftness with which she sunk down, caused him to bury his dick balls deep inside, right to the hilt, sending her tumbling over the edge of an orgiastic reprieve. Her orgasm rocked through her with an intensity that sent her bucking violently.

Adam begun thrusting into her, following a furious rhythm that amplified her release even more. His thrusts slowed just when she was almost done riding the waves. Finally climbing down from the high, she leaned down and slammed her lips onto Adam's.

“Fucking go faster.” She growled against his mouth.

“Woah.” One moment he was chuckling, and the next, a look of pure lust crossed his face before he started slamming violently into her.

Eva aided the penetration by bucking her hips to meet his forceful thrust. Their moans mingled and filled the room, bodies growing sweaty. Adam's face contorted just when she felt a second orgasm beckoning, and she knew he was almost there too.

In a quick move, he turned them over so that she was once again beneath him while he continued plowing into her at the same pace. His pelvis slapped against hers rhythmically, increasing the sensations building in her sex to a torturous point.

Gripping his face, she sought his tongue as her orgasm approached. When it finally shattered through her along with Adam's, it brought with it a batallion of emotions that sent what she'd been wanting to tell Adam for so long spilling from her lips unencumbered.

“I love you. I love you. I love you....”

She continued muttering the words like a mantra as she rode the waves, feeling Adam buck violently into her. His harsh groans went into her mouth while he spilled himself inside her.

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“This shouldn't have happened.”

Adam fluttered his eyes open to find Eva sitting on the edge the couch turned bed, hands stroking her upper arms distractedly.

He took in a deep breath. This was exactly what he'd feared; her regrets, even as they'd loved each other many more times throughout the night. That hadn't stopped him from hoping though.

Yesterday morning, she'd forced him to book a midday flight which would be today for her. He'd hoped that he would have the whole morning to be with her, to actually convince her to let them to be together. Heck he'd hoped that she would tell him to cancel the flight just so they could spend more time alone at the cabin.

He sat up slowly, noticing the daylight peaking through the blinds. No doubt they'd slept into the morning after all the energy they'd exerted last night. The fire in the fireplace had long burned out, and the cabin was now filled with just a bit of cold.

“Don't tell me you didn't enjoy all the things we did last night because you and I both know it would be a big lie." He said pointedly to her.

“No that's not it, Adam. It's just... There's more to getting our relationship back on its feet, Adam.”

Adam let out a sigh at how she was still fighting this. “You mean apart from me promising to never leave again and telling you that I love you? What else is there?”

“I'm talking about Rebecca. My mum. Your mother.” She said gingerly. Adam stiffened, not having expected her to bring that up. She turned to him with desperate eyes. “Adam, don't you think it's about time you spoke with her?”

“And just what does she have to do with you and me being together?” He was striving hard to keep the irritation from his throat.

“A lot.” She tilted on her naked ass so that she faced him a bit fully. “Adam, she's my mother. Maybe not by birth but she has always loved me like her own daughter. How do you think it makes me feel that my man hates her? If we are to get married someday, how's it going to be? You lock yourself in our bedroom or leave the house every time she visits?”

“There's so many ways our relationship can work without needing to involve that woman.”

“I don't think I can do that. That rancor you have inside of you for her is always going to keep a part of you away from me.”

“So what?” He said bitterly. “You want me to suddenly love and accept her?”

She got down on her knees and crawled over to him, gazing him in the eyes. “I'm not asking you to love her. No. But I've seen how much she's been suffering ever since she found out that you were her son. I don't think she can feel any sorrier for what she has done. I'm not demanding that you forgive her, but please just try to talk to her.”

Adam wanted to lash out and tell her it was easier for her to say because she wasn't the one whose mother had abandoned her when she was only a child. Because she'd been giving all the love that should have been given to him and Guile.

Instead, he clamped his mouth shut. He'd barely just gotten Eva back. He couldn't start things off by hurling things she didn't deserve at her. However, there was one thing he desperately needed her to confirm.

Cupping her cheek, he stroked a thumb along it slowly. “I need to know something.”

“What is it?” She asks curiously.

“Last night. . . all the times you said you loved me. . . did you mean them. ”

“You're asking if I really am in love with you?” A smile fell on her lips, easing the nerves in his stomach just a bit. “I haven't been so sure in my life.”

Adam crashed his lips to hers. That was all the assurance he needed.