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Amy was still shaking like a leaf as she curled up underneath the blankets in Adam's hotel room bed, her teeth even beginning to chatter.
The tall blond man eyed her with concern as he sat beside her on the edge of the bed. He wanted in the worst way to hold her, warm her up, but he couldn't help feeling insecure and uncertain. After all, it had been awhile.
Sighing, he reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, which was beneath the covers.
"Ames... what happened?"
The former WWE diva gazed up at him with a pained expression on her face.
"Adam, p-please..."
At first, the Canadian thought she was begging him not to broach the touchy subject of what had spooked her - but then, her hand snaked out from under the blanket and made a grab for his arm.
"Hold me..."
He couldn't deny her request, nor did he have the heart to. He didn't want to deny the request, either. More than anything, he wanted to hold her again. In silence, he slipped under the blanket to lay beside her, his arms instantly encircling the familiar curves of her body - but which he hadn't embraced in over eight months. Except for the fact that she was still shaking a little, it felt like heaven.
They lay like that quietly for several moments before Amy finally spoke, answering his question.
"I had... a nightmare." Her hazel eyes looked haunted as they met his pair of green. "But it was a dream-memory."
"Oh, Amy."
"I remembered the murder, Adam!" she cried, tears springing to her now wide eyes. "I dreamt it all so clear - it was like it was yesterday."
The blond man enveloped her more closely to him, then pressed a kiss to her forehead. To his dismay, it felt cool and clammy. She had apparently woken from the memory dream in a cold sweat. Por baby...
"I saw him!" she exclaimed. "I saw him, and how he killed her, and how he started to come after me...!" A single tear spilled forth from her right eye as she stared directly into his face. The plaintive, terrified and searching expression on her countenance made him want to break down and cry himself. But he couldn't do that - he had to be strong for her, be her rock.
"Amy, don't worry," he said in a whisper as he hugged her tightly to him. He breathed in the fresh, fragrant scent of her hair. "I'm gonna protect you, no matter what." He didn't want to add that the psychotic, homicidal bastard was nowhere around, as he didn't want her to think he was patronizing her.
She pulled back to stare into his green eyes, which were so filled with strength and determination. He'd always made her feel safe - even back when it had all happened, despite the fact that she'd feared her very life. And she'd loved him so very much that she would have risked her life just to be with him - to stay with him.
All of a sudden, Amy moved so that her lips met his, and she clung to the blond man even more desperately as she kissed him into silence.
Adam kissed her back, only partly surprised at the suddenness and intensity of it. There had always been an extraordinary combustible electricity between them, and now was certainly no exception.
Then, repositioning herself so that she was kneeling over him, the redhead reached down to fumble with the T-shirt he'd worn to bed, hastily yanking on it. Adam moved so as to help her remove the garment, and then her hands lowered to the waistband of the sweatpants he was wearing.
Both of them were nearly breathless with anticipation as the blond man slipped his hands under her T-shirt, the redhead crying out softly at the feel of his fingertips brushing over her bare breasts, the nipples instantly hardening. God, he wanted her.
With his help, Amy slid out of the tiny shorts she was wearing, and, her now naked body pressing firmly to his, Adam let out a soft groan. He held her down to him, repositioning himself so he could enter her. His hands went up and tangled into her long red hair as he felt himself slip inside of her, and he captured her lips in a searing kiss.
Their coupling was as amazing as he'd remembered, and so much better than his mere
recollections... But he knew they were in deep shit now - because, even if the maniac
came back, he knew Amy wouldn't leave this time...