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crescendo and I broke apart on a scream as Adam pressed his cheek to mine and tensed. I

floated up around in post-orgasmic space and he shuddered hard against me as he came.

We were both panting heavily, both clammy with sweat, and I imagined we were both a

little jellified. I grinned at the ceiling. That was what happened when you had the most

amazing sex of your life. “Wow,” I whispered, sliding my arms around his back now that

he’d let my hands go.

Adam lifted his cheek from mine, his features relaxed with satisfaction. His dark eyes,

however, were glittering intensely. “Wow doesn’t even cover it,” he replied. “Been waiting

my whole life for that.”

I bit my lip because that was so nice I wanted to cry.

Sensing that, he smiled and gave me a soft kiss. When he pulled back he frowned. “That

was a bit of both.”

“What?” I frowned back at him in confusion.

“I started out making love to you but it’s your fault I ended up fucking you.”

“My fault?”

“Adam,” his voice went amusingly breathy as he imitated me, “Harder, please.” He shook

his head as I laughed. “I’m a man of great self-control but that…”

I squeezed my thighs around him again in delight. “Are you admitting I have power over

you, Adam Gerard Sutherland?”

His eyebrows puckered together as he shook his head in denial, a shake that quickly turned

to a nod as I giggled beneath him. He closed his eyes in what appeared to be pleasured pain

and suddenly he captured me around the waist and flipped us so he was on his back and I was

lying on top of him. He held me close and I relaxed against him, understanding dawning. He

just needed to hold me for a moment and remember I was okay.

Once again I was overwhelmed by the realization that he was in love with me. I smiled

against his skin and snuggled closer.

After a while he murmured, “You’re on the pill, right?”

I snorted at the unexpected question and lifted my head with a raised eyebrow. “Shouldn’t

you have asked that before you took me oh so wildly?”

He grinned up at me. “I wasn’t really thinking about anything but the need to take you oh

so wildly.”

“Well, not to worry. I’m on the pill,” I assured him and settled back on his chest.

“Wouldn’t have mattered anyway,” he murmured, stroking my hair.

I tensed. “Meaning?”

“Meaning if an accident happened it wouldn’t matter. An accident with you is a kid with

you.”

Shock held me completely frozen as I processed this. How many times had I heard Braden

joking with Adam about how terrified he was of getting a girl pregnant? It was one of the

reasons Braden suspected Adam never slept with the same girl twice. In his twisted male

logic he thought it meant it lessened the chance of an accident, or at least it lessened the

chance of a girl liking him so much she’d force an accident.

“You want a baby with me?” My throat croaked on the question.

I felt his knuckles brush down my spine in a caress that made me shiver to the tips of my

toes. “Ellie, I want everything with you.”

Tears glimmering in my eyes I lifted my head and replied softly, gratefully, “I never knew

you could be so romantic.”

Adam’s lips twitched in response and he shook his head against the pillow. “I’m not, but I

reckon I’d do anything for you and since that has included sitting through more romantic

comedies any man should have to endure, I know you’re a romantic… and I just want you

happy. I’ve got a lot to make up for.” He brushed my hair back from my face. “And you

make it easy.” He pulled lightly on a strand of hair, his expression suddenly serious. “But if

you breathe one word of it to your brother, or anybody for that matter, there will be

consequences.”

I smiled and shook my head. “I won’t tell, I promise. I like knowing something about you

no one else does.”

“Then we’re even.”

“How do you mean?”

He flipped me again and I squealed with laughter as he wrestled me back on the bed. Once

he had me captured with my legs wrapped around his waist, he kissed me and drew back to

murmur, “I’m the only one who knows sweet ‘butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth’ Ellie

Carmichael likes it when I talk dirty.”

Once again I felt my skin flush with embarrassment but I didn’t contradict him. I couldn’t

because he was so damn right.

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“Okay, I’ve decided you can’t give these to Joss.” Adam slammed the diary closed. “In fact,

you may have to burn them.”

I took it off of him and added it to the pile. “Why?”

“Because you go into a lot of detail, Els. Not just about sex but also about what I say to

you before, during, and after sex.”

I tried not to laugh and failed miserably. “You mean the romantic stuff?”

He gave me an unimpressed look. “You are not giving that to Joss. She’ll tell Braden and

I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“You know Joss tries to be considerate since Braden’s my brother but sometimes things

slip and what slips is that he can be a romantic too.”

Adam’s eyebrows rose and I saw his mouth start to curl mischievously at the corners.

“Romantic how?”

I grunted at him. “As if I’m going to tell you and give you ammunition to torture him.”

“It’s only fair if you’re going to give him ammunition to torture me.”

Chuckling at his fear that my brother would discover Adam’s softer side, I shook my head

slowly and answered casually. “I’m not.”

“What do you mean you’re not?”

“I’ve decided not to give Joss the diaries.”

Cocking his head in confusion Adam’s eyes asked the question for him.

I shrugged. “I was going to up until that last entry. Reading it all just reminded me how

much we felt, how much we feel, and how much a part of us it is. It doesn’t belong to anyone

else and I guess I don’t want it to. It’s ours. Our history. Our story. And in a way our future too. As much as I love her, you’re right. I can’t give that to Joss. I can’t give these to her. ” I gestured to the diaries and then got up on all fours over the scattered mess in a move to put

them away. I was abruptly stopped by the pressure of Adam’s hands on either side of my

hips.

I looked back over my shoulder, my eyes widening slightly at the sight of him on his

knees behind me with the most carnal and possessive look on his face. My lips parted as he

pulled my arse into him and I felt his erection rub against me. “What are you doing?” I asked

on a whisper.

In response he slipped his hand around to the zipper on my shorts and tugged it down as

his other hand tugged the zipper down on his jeans. “In a little while we’ll go upstairs to

make love, but right now I’m going to fuck my future wife on top of our history.”

Somehow Adam managed to get the “f-word” into the most romantic sentence ever, and I

didn’t care. Instead I gasped as he rocked against me and hoarsely replied, “What about the

floor? We might scratch it.”

He stroked his hands up my spine and brought them back down to grip my hips and he

hauled me harder against him. “Do you really think I give a shit about the floor right now?”

I shook my head, already flushing with anticipation. “I’m guessing not.”

Adam grinned wickedly. “Let’s start the next chapter, baby.”

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Document Outline

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8