Free Remembering Us by Stacey Lynn Page A

does this to me. He knows my secrets and my fears before even I know them sometimes. I don’t understand how he can read me so well or put up with my constant indecision.
    I shake my head, unable to tell him. To tell him that the thought of losing him makes me feel like I wouldn’t survive. That I love him so much it hurts, physically. But at the same time, the thought of losing everything my family has ever given me is just as terrifying as losing him. They’re both important to me and I never know which choice is the better one – not when he can’t promise me forever.
    He hasn’t even defined what we have as a relationship even though we’ve been having one for the last four months, and it’s been the most amazing four months of my life.
    His scruff scrapes my cheek and I shiver. I feel that movement all the way down to the tips of my toes as he brushes against me softly, and presses his hips – and his hardness – into me further. “Tell me, Amy. I need to hear it.”
    I let out a low groan. Of frustration or need, I don’t know. “You’ll leave.”
    It’s all I can gasp out before his lips are on mine again, pushing his tongue into my mouth and wrestling it softly with mine. We move together like we’ve known each other our entire lives and I can never understand how a touch or a kiss from this man can leave me feeling completely empty when he pulls away.
    Which is exactly what he does, and I fall back against the wall. Every part of his body separates from mine and I’m left with nothing except the dark look in his eyes. His hands move to the wall next to my head. He’s breathing heavily as he stares at me.
    “You need to know two things right now, Amy Thompson.” I blush at his use of my full name, but I can’t take my eyes off him. His gaze is so heavy that I can still feel him pressing against me. “You are the only good thing that has ever happened to me in my life and I am not going anywhere. Ever.”
    I let that thought hit me, settle it into my bones, and try hard not to think about what it means. He can’t be saying what I want him to. What I need him to.
    He arches an eyebrow as if he’s watched me process everything and is asking me if I’m done.
    “And the other?” I ask, although I’m not sure I want to know. I’m still caught on the ‘ever’ word of his last thought.
    “I never knew it would be possible for a fuck-up like me to fall in love, but I did. And now that I feel it, I really … really want to show you how much I love you.”
    With a wicked grin, he doesn’t give me time to think about what he just said. Because holy crap, I don’t know if I’d believe him if I had to think about it without his hands moving on me. Because they are. His hands are back on my body with a ferociousness that I have never experienced before in my life. I can barely catch my breath while we claw at each other’s clothes like animals.
    This is what I needed to hear. It’s what I needed to know, and now that I’ve heard it, I’m taking everything I can from this man. I’m giving him everything I have because he’s the only one I’ve ever met worth giving it to. Not sex – but my entire heart, body, and soul. I no longer want to exist in my carefully planned life. I want to be the one driving my decisions and my life. And I want to do both with him.
    Our clothes are shredded before I can take a breath. I don’t even know how it happened. Did Adam take them all off? Did I help? My head is filled with a powerful lust and love combination, and only the feel of Adam pressing both of my hands against the wall above my head brings me fully back to the present.
    “Adam,” I moan as I arch my hips into his. I can feel his erection run across my thighs and all I want is him in me. I need him. I need to feel every part of him, just like he needs to know that I have no doubts about him. Not after what he just said.
    His forehead presses against mine. I can feel a slight layer of sweat