My easel is set up by the window, like it never left. My sketchpad that I left behind is on the table. Beside it are unfinished sketches. My pencils, the ones he bought me, are in their holder.

Our wedding rings are on the dresser. Our wedding picture is in the frame that Max bought us as a gift. The pendant I bought Adam for his birthday is hanging over the corner of the frame.

And my wedding dress has been hanging in the closet, the only thing in there.

The room is filled with him and me, our past, and I need to know what this means.

Why did he keep these things? Why does he still have them after all these years? And why keep them in this room of all places? In his old bedroom where so many of our memories were made?

I have to talk to him.

I put my wedding dress back where I found it and leave the room.

His bedroom door is open, but he’s not in there.

I head down the stairs. Turning into the living room, I see him standing at the glass doors, his back to me, as he is staring out at the twilight sky.

“Adam…”

His whole body stiffens at the sound of my voice. On quiet feet, I move across the wood floor toward him.

When I reach him, I stop just a step away. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t prying, I swear. I only went in there because…memories, you know. I just wanted to remember the good times. I had no idea…all those things…our things…were in there.”

I tentatively lift my hand. Carefully, I touch his back with the tips of my fingers. “You kept…everything. Why?”

He spins around. Grabbing my wrist, he yanks me to him, so my chest slams into his, forcing the air out of me. He stares down at me, a mixture of hurt and anger and frustration in his eyes. “I don’t want to talk. I just…” He squeezes his eyes shut. Then, they flash back open, and without another word, he slams his lips down on mine.

Even though kissing him is probably the wrong thing to do right now, I don’t stop him. If anything, I encourage it.

Just the feel of his mouth on mine…it’s like I’m finally breathing again after being underwater for too long.

Adam’s an addiction I could never give up.

I wrap my arms around his neck, parting my lips, letting his tongue have the entry it’s seeking.

He kisses me rough, frantic. His hands are everywhere, like he can’t touch enough of me.

Spinning me around, he pushes me against the wall. “I need to be inside you.” He breathes heavily against my mouth. “I just fucking…need…you, Evie.”

His words are my undoing.

His fingers skim my thighs. He takes hold of the hem of my dress. Bunching it up in his hands, he pulls it up and over my head.

I rip his shirt off, sending buttons scattering everywhere.

That’s when things get a little crazy.

Literally tearing off my bra, he slips his fingers into the cups, curling his hands into fists around it, and rips my bra in half. He shoves it off my shoulders, and I shake it the rest of the way to the floor.

I can’t even bring myself to care that he’s just shredded my new bra, the one I bought with the matching panties, which also just lost their life to his hands.

The silky material floats to the floor, landing on my bare feet, and I kick it away.

We both go for the button on his jeans at the same time. He lets me undo it.

I yank the zipper down, loving the sound it makes. It gives me chills, knowing that I’m that much closer to having him inside me. His eyes watch me the whole time.

When I have his jeans open, Adam shoves them down over his hips. That’s when I see he’s commando underneath them.

Holy fuck.

There’s just something about knowing he was naked underneath there the whole time that drives me wild, turning me on beyond reason.

I stare down at the beautiful sight of his thick cock straining upward, wanting me. My mouth waters.

That’s what I do to him.

It gives me a feeling of immense power, something that I rarely feel around Adam.

I want to drop to my knees, take him in my mouth, and taste him, but I don’t get a chance.

His hands go to my ass, and he lifts me, shoving me back against the wall.

Then, his mouth is on mine again, devouring me, as his cock thrusts up inside me.

I scream his name into his mouth.

But there’s no respite, no time to adjust to his size. He just starts fucking me, hard and thorough, and it’s so damn fucking good. He’s relentless, like a machine, and I love it.

I love him.

“Mine.” He slams home, his eyes pinned on mine. “Right now, you belong to me,” he growls.

“Yes,” I cry out.

My fingers slide into his hair, gripping it. I pull his mouth back to mine, and I kiss him hard and deep. I give all I can, and he takes it.

Then, suddenly, he pulls away from the wall, taking me with him, causing me to squeal out in surprise. I lock my ankles together around his back, my arms tight around his neck. We’re moving through the living room, him carrying me, still inside me.

“Where are we going?” I ask, clinging to him like a spider monkey.

I’ve always loved how strong Adam is. He carries me like there’s no effort at all, like I weigh nothing. And I definitely weigh something. The tubs of Chunky Monkey I eat regularly have made sure of that. But he makes me feel sexy and feminine in only that way he can.

“Bed. I need to fuck you on a flat surface.”

I don’t bother pointing out that he’s just passed a few flat surfaces on his route through the living room because I want to be in his bed.

He moves quickly up the stairs. Reaching his bedroom he walks in, and lays me down on the bed.

He comes down with me, but he pulls back, slipping out of me.

I hate the empty feeling left inside me.

But I’m quickly distracted when he starts kissing a path down my body, starting at my collarbone. He kisses my breast, licking and sucking. His teeth tug on my nipple, driving me wild.

He continues his descent, and then he slides off the bed. On his feet, he leans over me. Grabbing hold of my thighs, he yanks me down the bed until my ass is right on the edge. He drops to his knees before me.

There’s just something about seeing Adam kneeling down there, staring up at me, that does crazy things to my insides.

He pushes my thighs apart with his hands. Then, he runs a finger down my center, making my toes curl.

“Always so wet for me.” His voice is almost a groan.

He places his finger in his mouth, sucking me from it, and he closes his eyes.

My body shudders with need.

I’ve always loved how he does that, like he gets off on the taste of me.

When he opens his eyes, I see they’re dark with need.

He spreads me open with his fingers and puts his mouth on me.

A sound of pure unadulterated ecstasy leaves me. My head presses back into the bed as my hands grab for his hair. It’s hard to get a good grip on his short hair. I really miss his long hair.

He licks me with gusto. Skilled in the knowledge of how I like it, he brings me to the edge with perfection. In next to no time, my muscles are locking up tight, and I’m screaming out his name.

I can feel him pressing tender, soft kisses to my pussy. His tongue is still tasting me as his fingers knead my thighs.

I push up onto my elbows, looking down at him.

He lifts his head, staring up at me. His mouth is glistening with me. He rubs his thumb over his lips and then puts it in his mouth.

I shiver all over.

Adam gets to his feet. But before he can do anything else, I slide off the bed, dropping to my knees in front of him. I take his cock into my mouth.

“Jesus, Evie.” He shudders. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

His praise tugs low in my belly.

I haven’t had a chance to do this to him since we started sleeping together again. Adam is always so in control, so dominant in the bedroom. He was sexually dominant when we were younger, but he’s definitely stepped up his game since then. I’m just trying not to think about how he’s achieved that.