The Image of You Read Online Melanie Moreland

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Drama, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
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I glanced behind me at the bed.

She wanted it warm when she got home.

I could do that.

A short time later, the door opened quietly, the telltale squeak of the bottom hinge giving away Ally’s attempted stealth. I remained on my back, keeping my breathing steady as she approached the bed. She placed something on the table, then the mattress dipped as she settled beside me. She ran her fingers through my hair, light, gentle passes reminding me so much of the first time we met.

“Adam,” she murmured. “Wake up for me.”

I was enjoying her touches too much, so I kept my eyes shut and burrowed deeper into the warmth of the bed, rolling onto my side toward her. Her low laugh made me want to smile, but I didn’t want her to know I was awake. She stroked the skin of my neck, her fingertips cool from being outside, making me shiver.

“I have coffee,” she whispered. “I got you a breakfast sandwich at Alvin’s too. The double bacon one you love so much.”

I grunted a little but kept up the charade of being asleep, even though Alvin’s sandwiches were awesome—and she did destroy my snack last night. But I had missed her playing with my hair and her sweet way of waking me up, so I decided to pretend a little more. She bent closer, the ends of her hair tickling my face.

“You, Adam, are the world’s worst faker. I know you’re awake.”

I cracked open an eye, meeting her lovely blue gaze. “How?” I rasped.

“I just know you.” She passed her hand along my hairline, tenderly ruffling the mess. “I know what you look like when you’re really asleep as opposed to faking it for head rubs.” She smirked. “I figured that out the first night I met you. You faked most of it then, too.”

Reaching out, I pulled her down next to me, chuckling at her gasp. I hovered over her, grinning. “Think you have me all figured out, do you?”

“Yes.”

“You know me?”

“Yes.”

My voice became husky. “You know what’s going to happen next?”

Her cheeks became pink, the color extending down her neck. “I know what I hope…” she breathed out.

My body responded to her blush. It always did. I felt my cock begin to harden with desire. It had been so long without her. I had been so long without her. “Tell me,” I demanded, tracing a finger down her neck.

“I hope the coffee is going to get cold.”

“And?”

“I hope you’re naked under those sheets.”

“And if I am?”

“I’ll join you.”

“Well, today is your lucky day. I kept the bed warm like you asked, I am naked,” I murmured, grinding my hips against her, “and I am more–more than happy to have you join me.”

“Adam,” she moaned.

“Are you ready for this? For me to make you mine again?”

“Oh God…yes.”

I found the hem of her shirt. “Good.”

Within seconds, we were pressed into each other, nothing between us but air. I groaned loudly at the feeling of having her skin flush with mine. “Like silk, baby,” I murmured as I caressed the smoothness with my lips. The warmth of the blankets around us was nothing compared to the heat coursing through my body at being able to touch her again. I spent endless moments reacquainting myself with her. I traced every dip and hollow with my fingers and lips, tasted her everywhere with my tongue—reclaiming every inch of her as mine.

“So fucking beautiful.” I ran my tongue over the freckles I had missed so much. “Mine, Ally, you’re mine.”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yours,” she vowed, dragging my mouth back to hers, infusing my senses with her cinnamon-scented breath.

“I love you,” was murmured repeatedly as our mouths joined and separated, our skin sliding sensuously together as our bodies melded into one. The feeling of her hands on my skin, pressing and grabbing to keep me close, was grounding. Her soft pants of desire and the pleading way she whispered my name brought back memories of the times I’d longed to hear her say it. I blinked back the moisture in my eyes, looking down at her to see the same intense emotion reflected in her stare. Love blazed from her fierce gaze.

I couldn’t get close enough; I couldn’t feel her enough. Her touch was overwhelming, and yet still, I needed more. I cried out her name as she wrapped her hand around my erection, stroking and urging me closer. I settled between her thighs, feeling her readiness, desperate to be inside her.

“Now, Adam,” she pleaded. “I need you now.”

As I slipped inside her heat, my eyes shut. A long shudder rippled down my spine as I felt her surrounding me again—welcoming me back home. Cradled inside her body, I was finally complete.

I opened my eyes, our gazes locking. Fervent golden brown met adoring blue. I kissed the tear rolling down her cheek as she whispered my name, the one word saturated with so much love and tenderness my heart ached from it. I began moving, long, slow thrusts, as I showed her with my body how much she had been missed. How much I loved her.



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