Wickingham Way (A Harbour Falls Mystery #3) by S.R. Grey Read Free Book Online Page A

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    “Plus, we’ll have wine and nights by the fire,” I reminded myself, smiling and thinking of the evening ahead as I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my dripping-wet body in a thick towel.
    After I was dressed, I started down the stairs…but was stopped short by the scene below.
    Oh, my.
    Romance was definitely on Adam’s mind tonight. Not only was there a raging fire in the stone fireplace, but a very nude Mr. Ward was waiting for me, stretched out on a plush area rug in front of the fireplace, wine glass in hand.
    I sighed, contented and already aroused by the sight of Adam’s naked body. The amber glow cast by the fire left some parts of him shadowed, mostly his lower half, but the muscles in his arms, shoulders, and chest moved enticingly as he shifted to watch my approach.
    Yeah, spending this night in a cozy cabin in the isolated woods of Maine with the gorgeous and sexy Adam Ward had the makings for this to be my best Valentine’s Day ever.
    *
    Valentine’s Day turned out as great as I’d expected. After a night filled with hours of love, I felt so close to Adam. But to my surprise, it was during the days that followed that we really grew close.
    Adam and I created a wonderful and romantic memory the first night, and to my delight, the trend continued as the first week wore on. I had to say, I learned more about the man I’d crushed on since high school—over ten years ago—than I ever would have had we, say, spent a year together under normal circumstances. But here, removed from civilization as we were, everything was heightened, in many, many ways.
    For one thing, every emotion felt more intense. I guessed it was because we had no choice but to deal with one another, be it good or bad. Thankfully, most all of the time we spent together was good.
    When Adam wasn’t working on the Wickingham Way project, he spent his time with me. I’d originally feared that Adam would prefer time alone when not busy with the Wickingham Way project. But that was not the case.
    The first few days at the cabin we took turns preparing dinner. Adam was as good a cook as I, maybe better. I’d discovered that fun fact months earlier. So it was no surprise when Adam wowed me throughout the week with entrees such as chateaubriand and coquille. I, on the other hand, stuck with far simpler dishes—hot dogs on one day, tuna noodle casserole on another.
    Adam, thoughtful as he was, sweetly proclaimed my tuna noodle casserole to be “top-notch.”
    One evening after dinner, while scrubbing pots and pans at the sink, Adam and I got into a suds and water battle. I surmised it was Adam’s thinly veiled attempt to fulfill a fantasy of seeing me in a wet T-shirt, something he’d once confided in me. When I told him I suspected as much, he didn’t deny it. In fact, he encouraged me to take off my bra, but leave on the thin, white tee I was wearing.
    Typical male, I thought.
    But I didn’t mind. Adam was best when he was fun. And fun it was. Ten minutes after we both were thoroughly soaked—me in particular—Adam was pounding into me on the slippery, wet linoleum kitchen floor. I had left on nothing but the tee, and Adam palmed my breasts through the sopping cotton as they bounced with every frenzied thrust.
    And so the days went by…
    Adam and I played, maybe bickered a little, but mostly we fell deeper in love.
    Frequent and heavy snowstorms pummeled the area throughout that first week of our stay, so we had little choice but to remain holed up in the cabin. We often found solace by relaxing in the great room, usually with a roaring fire—courtesy of Adam’s fine fire-making skills—crackling away in the background.
    Since there was no cable, and thus no viewable TV, Adam and I read together quite a bit. We slowly began working our way through Adam’s vast collection of books. During those days, as I’d lay with my head on one end of the plushy sofa, with Adam stretched out across the opposite side,