I drive like a madwoman back toward Forestview, holding Adam’s hand so tightly my fingers turn white.

We don’t make it all the way back.

A mile away from the country club I jerk the wheel to the right and pull off onto a dirt road that leads in to a manmade lake. We used to come here in high school. Lots of other people did, too. You were lucky if this place was deserted the darker evening hours.

There’s nobody here now, and Adam laughs, the sound pure and clean. “Are we going where I think—”

We’re back far enough from the road now and I brake hard, throwing the van into park. Then I undo my buckle and scramble into the back of the van. There’s a folded blanket in one corner that I use to cover baked goods and I toss it onto the floor, then go down on my knees on top of it and start unbuttoning my top.

“Shit, yes,” whispers Adam, launching himself into the back and tearing his shirt over his head. Then his hands are on me, undoing the clasp of my bra, undoing the zipper of my pants, tugging them down over my knees, over my feet, and I’m exposed before him.

He takes my breasts in his hands and circles my nipples with his thumb and I throw my head back with a soft moan. I have never wanted any man to touch me this much, not ever.

“God, you’re incredible.”

“Adam,” I whisper.

“Yeah?”

He leans forward and puts his mouth against my collarbone, dragging his lips down the ridge there.

“If we do this—”

“It’s not just a casual fuck, Val.”

I open my eyes and look hard into his. “It’s never going to be casual with us again.”

“Thank. God.”

Then his mouth is on mine again and I’m melting, I’m sinking into the sweetest pleasure I’ve ever known.

His mouth is all over me. He swirls his tongue around my nipples, he licks the hollow between my breasts, he kisses the hardness of my hips. His hands follow suit, running over every inch of me. It’s all I can do to return the favor, my fingers exploring all the hollows and muscles I’ve missed so badly. Somehow I’m on my back on the blanket, its softness cradling my shoulders, and Adam is above me.

I reach my hand down, down past his ribbed abs, and I grip him in one hand. He’s hard, throbbing, and I can’t wait anymore. I can’t wait for one more moment and I line him up at my opening. I’m slick and hot and wet for him and the instant his cock touches my folds a new gush of heat overwhelms me.

“You feel so good,” he growls into the side of me neck.

“Just wait.”

Then I tilt my hips up and rock into him. As soon as he realizes what I’m doing he thrusts forward and he’s buried inside me, every inch, in to the hilt. The muscles of my body clench round him, tightening and releasing, relishing the sensation of being filled by him, and then we’re rocking together in a rhythm that I haven’t been able to forget despite furious attempts.

The pleasure builds with every motion, bright and blinding and aching, and I cross my legs behind his back, pulling him in deeper, using every bit of leverage that I have to meet every thrust with one of my own. Adam leans down and crushes his mouth against mine and it sets me aflame, drives me wild—I’m kissing him so hard it turns into a bite, his lip between my teeth, and the sound that escapes him is more raw pleasure.

He picks up the pace, slamming into me, and my body loves it, I love it, I love him.

“I love you,” I cry, and it’s almost a scream.

“I love you, I love you.” It’s a growl that would be anguished if I didn’t know he was on the verge of tipping over into a climax.

All of Adam’s muscles tense and I meet him one last time, drawing him in as deep as I can, and then I’m in the middle of my own shuddering release. The trembling brings him over with me and he locks his hips against mine, in deep for his own ecstasy.

When it’s over he drops his head against my collarbone, breathing hard, and I thread my fingers through his hair. There’s a sacred silence.

Finally, I shift my weight and he picks up his head. “We fogged up the windows.”

We both laugh at that, long and hard, and then he sits up and offers me a corner of the blanket. Then he hands me my clothes piece by piece, helping to tug them over my head, over my hips.

“You’re right,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head. “It’s broad daylight. We’ve got to get out of here.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

“My place for some food?”

“You don’t have anywhere else to be?”

I pull his face toward mine. “I don’t ever want to be anywhere without you again.”

“I want that too.”