Limits

by Steph Campbell

  “Do you guys want to take this to your room, Gennie?” Cece pipes in. Enzo glares at her.

  “Genevieve, I can’t even explain the guilt that I’ve felt the last few days over what I’ve put you through. All of it. It’s been eating me alive. Putting yourself and your future on the line for me? That was such a selfish thing for me to ask you to do,” Adam says, his eyes never leaving my face, his words rough with a passion I know he feels from the bottom of his battered heart.

  “You never asked me to do it, Adam. I wanted to,” I say, my voice raw. Adam reaches over and brushes the hair from my face so that he can see me close, clearly. The curtain is lifted, and all of the emotion that’s built up over the last few days has been ripped open and is on full display.

  “Gen, look at me,” he orders. His voice is steady and firm. “Look at me.” I tip my head to meet his eyes. “If you want to call this entire thing off, I understand. I’d rather have known you and loved you for this short time then spent my life feeling nothing at all. But if there’s a chance that we can make it work, if there’s something that I can do to make it all right, name it, Genevieve. Tell me what you need from me and it’s yours.” His words grate out, harsh and desperate.

  “I’d do it again,” I vow, grabbing at him, pulling my husband close to me. “I’d marry you again. No question.”

  “Genevieve, we aren’t happy about the lies, but I think you need to take this discussion home. It sounds like you and your husband have a lot to sort out,” Mom says, her regal voice leaving no room for argument.

  “Get a room,” Enzo coughs.

  “I think that’s the first thing one of your brothers said that I actually agree with.” Adam stands and holds his hand out to me, his eyes narrowed with worry. “Genevieve, will you come home with me?”

  All I can do is nod, follow him, and wait, with bated breath, as my husband leads me back to our home, one phrase falling from his mouth over and over again: I love you.

  We repeat it, bouncing it back and forth between us, and it feels new and unbearably sweet each and every time.

  Settling in again now that everything is out in the open will be strange, and chaotic….and real and beautiful.

  And I can’t wait to get started.

  EPILOGUE

  “So. Israel.” I squint at the hot summer sun blazing through our bedroom window, shining on all our unpacked suitcases and the clothes and toiletries we have tossed over every square inch of space, and I sigh. “Are there beaches? Please tell me there are beaches, and we’ll go to them and relax. At least one day?”

  “Yes, there are tons of beaches. Topless ones,” Adam informs me, a glint of mischief making his eyes glint with a sexy fire.

  I roll onto him, my eyes narrowed because I can’t trust the innocent look on his face. It winds up that, when it comes to teasing me, my husband has a poker face I’d kill for. “Really?”

  “Really.” He traces his fingers lightly along either side of my spine and spreads his hands over my bottom, squeezing until his fingers bite pleasantly. “The Dead Sea is known for all its thousands of health benefits. You think you can get all of them through your clothes, Genevieve? No. You need to be naked. Totally naked. Not a stitch of clothing. Don’t laugh. I’m serious.”

  I feel a smug smile tug up on my lip. “Naked on a public beach? Hmm. I guess there’s nothing to be freaked out about. I mean, your sex drive probably isn’t all that typical for the average Israeli man, right? So I won’t have to worry about hoards of men looking…” I let my voice trail off and run my hands over my body. “You know. Looking at my body. My totally naked body.”

  Adam presses hot kisses along my neck and runs his hands along the same path mine just took. “Do you always have to be such a brilliant smartass? And why is it that, at the end of every argument, your husband is the one who has to suffer? That seems so damn unfair. To me.” He nips at my bottom lip and hums contentedly against my mouth as we kiss, deeply, sweetly.

  “Suffer?” I scoff as I pull back and brush his dark hair off his forehead. “I worked all semester for straight A’s so I could get ahold of our credit card and buy the sexiest bikini ever made with my bonus. Let me tell you, Adam Abramowitz, there won’t be a single man in the Dead Sea or all of Israel who isn’t dying of jealousy when he sees your wife in her scandalous swimwear.” I roll over and straddle his lap, my hair brushing his chest, my hands on his shoulders. “It’s basically a whole system of strings. And knots. All the sexiest, brightest red you’ve ever seen. And I’ve been laying out, so I’m nice and tan.” I sit up and give him an up-close and personal perspective on my perfect tan.

  He yanks me down, and his lips work fast and hard over my neck. “You realize that you could wear a burkha, and I’d be the luckiest man in the Dead Sea.” His fingers move over my body with quick, knowing stops at all the places he’s sure will make me pant with want.

  And I do.

  “Do you think your family will like me?” I ask, switching tracks completely. I don’t mean to sound so damn pathetic, but Adam’s inclusion into my family was nothing short of a trial by fire. I admire him with every atom in my body for pressing through and proving himself. This might be awful—but I don’t want to have to jump through the same flaming hoops. I pray that they’ll just accept me with open arms because I’m already his wife.

  “They will love you,” he assures me with deep set of kisses that hints at the fact that he has other things on his mind. “Who wouldn’t love you?” His hands squeeze my skin appreciatively, and I love him. I love him so damn hard.

  “I think you’re biased.” My words slip out on the edge of a moan I need to pull back from. I need to let him know how I feel untangled from all the blazing hot physical stuff.. “Adam, your father was so upset when you told him about the marriage. Are you positive he’s over it?”

  “He was pissed I did it without telling him,” Adam concedes, stopping his assault of my most sensitive areas so he can look directly at me. “Who would be able to meet you and not fall in love? Even my father isn’t that much of an asshole. He did win my mother over.”

  I stroke my hands over his hair gently. “Are we going to visit her grave?”

  His muscles stiffen, then he presses his cheek to my hand. “Of course. Damn, I wish you could have met her. She would have loved you so much.”

  I scratch his scalp in that way that I know drives him completely crazy. “I wish I could have met her too, baby. I know she and I would have loved each other.” I cup his face in my hands. “I can’t wait to meet your aunts. I picked up a blank recipe book so I can ask them to share family recipes with me.”

  Adam shivers. “I’ve worked so hard to get this body, doll. You have no idea what a lard I’ll turn into if you start cooking with duck fat. That blank book is going to give me a heart attack.”

  “We can start exercising together,” I suggest, pinching at the nonexistent fat on his stomach.

  “Not a good idea.” He shakes his head, his deep green eyes wicked. “My army buddy, Uziel, taught me my exercise routine, and…I’m sorry, but it just would turn you on too much. Not safe.”

  I snort. “Are you even being serious? Try me.”

  Adam flops off the bed, lies face-down, and puts his hands, palms down, on the floor under his chest. He raises himself up on his toes and nods for me to come over.

  “What?” I ask, giggling as I admire the long, athletic line of my husband’s body.

  “Sit on my back,” he orders. The muscles of his arms are strained, but his voice is completely relaxed.

  “Excuse me?” Now I can’t contain the giggles that spill out and won’t stop.

  “Your sexy ass. Sitting. On my back. Now.” He holds his entire body weight on one arm and waves me over.

  I get off the bed, pad over, and sit gingerly on his back.

  “Sit. Like cross your legs. I need your whole weight on me,” he demands, his voice impatient.

  “Adam! I’m not that light,” I a
rgue, but he looks back at me, his face twisted in exasperation, and I sit as I’m told, worried that I’m going to buckle his back.

  I don’t.

  My husband braces his arms and levels his entire body weight plus mine on them. “Count,” he orders.

  I do. He presses up and comes back down as I recite the numbers out loud, a little tingle pulsing through my body.

  I make it to ten. My giggles stop, and I feel a familiar pulse of heat spread low in my body.

  I count off to twenty. I can’t believe the feeling as I sit on his back, like I’m weightless but carried. Like I’m being supported by the strength of the one man I know loves me beyond the limits of any love I’ve ever known before.

  I count all the way to fifty, and I’m flush with a desire so strong, I’m surprised Adam doesn’t feel it pulsing through his back. “Adam?”

  “Fifty-one,” he mutters as I spread my fingers across the bulging muscles on his back.

  “Adam?”

  Fifty-two,” he says, and I run a finger along the line of sweat dripping off his face. “What is it, doll?” he asks.

  “I want you. Right now.” I can’t keep the need out of my voice.

  “I could keep going,” he assures me, his arms bulging with muscle I know can support me and will. For as long as I need. There’s not an ounce of doubt about that fact anywhere in my mind.

  “I know. But don’t waste your energy on push-ups when your wife needs you in bed. Now.” I can’t stop giggling again when he lies down, rolls over me, and pulls me close to his body.

  “So, what was that you were saying about wanting me in your bed?” he asks, running his hands up and down my body.

  “I think I said we needed to pack,” I tease, leaning over and pressing his mouth against mine.

  “Mmm. No, you definitely didn’t,” he growls low against my throat.

  “Maybe I said we need to go over your thesis speech one more time?” I say, my body curling into his.

  He wraps his arms around me. “Nope. You know how hot talking about yeast gets me, so I know it wasn’t that. I think this was a whole different topic. Remind me, wife?”

  “Hmm? Maybe I was saying that I needed to get that sexy pink slip out of the closet and try it on for you?” I rub my nose back and forth against his.

  “That sounds way more likely.” He nods and runs his hands up and down my arms. “And?”

  “Maybe I’ll need help getting out of it?” I try, laughing against his lips.

  “The girl who got three science-based scholarships can’t figure out how to get out of a simple dress?” His voice vibrates with a pride that chokes me up.

  “Those scholarships were in biology, Mr. Abramowitz. You know, the field you study?” I slide my mouth along his jaw, around his neck, down his chest. “This dress is all physics, and I might need some tutoring. Can you help me?”

  “It would be my pleasure.” His voice drops low, and his arms wrap around me, pulling me close. “Did I ever mention how much I love you?”

  “Did you make an equation for it?” I ask, nipping at his bottom lip. “Because I think I may have lost the notes.”

  “No equation,” he says, his voice hoarse. “There’s no equation that can express how much I love you, doll. No number. There are no limits.”

  “So beyond infinity?” I ask, my eyes locking with his, deep green and hot with the combined explosion of lust, need, want, and…love. Pure, helpless, unrelenting love.

  “Beyond the limits of even infinity. It would even fuck Einstein up,” he says, nuzzling my neck. “Get in the bed and I’ll show you, Genevieve.”

  I jump up and fall back onto the bed, my body, my soul, my heart tingling and bucking, ready for the man who knows how to love me beyond any and every limit imaginable. And I only hope he knows how endless my love is for him, forever, despite any obstacle and ready for every challenge. There may be plenty of roads that lead to chaos in our future, but I’ll take a ride on every single one of them as long as it means that Adam is by my side.

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR’S

  Liz grew up on the East Coast, and Steph on the West Coast—and somehow they both ended up making their homes with their husbands and children in small, Southern towns.

  Liz loves Raisinettes, even if they aren’t really candy, the Oxford comma, movies that are hilarious or feature zombies, any and all books, but especially romance (the smarter and hotter, the better), the sound of her daughter’s incessantly wise and entertaining chatter, and watching her husband work on cars in the driveway.

  You can read her blog at elizabethreinhardt.blogspot.com, like her on Facebook, or email her at lizreinhardtwrites@gmail.com.

  Steph has one husband, four children, and a serious nail polish obsession. When she isn’t reading, writing or wiping someone’s nose, you can usually find her baking something.

  You can find Steph on Facebook, @stephcampbell_ on Twitter, stephcampbell.blogspot.

  More books by Liz Reinhardt & Steph Campbell:

  LENGTHS (Lengths series #1)

  DEPTHS (Lengths series #2)

  A TOAST TO THE GOOD TIMES

  Books by Liz Reinhardt:

  DOUBLE CLUTCH

  JUNK MILES

  SLOW TWITCH

  INHERIT

  FORGIVING TRINITY

  FALL GUY

  PERFECTLY UNMATCHED

  Books by Steph Campbell:

  DELICATE

  GROUNDING QUINN

  BEAUTIFUL THINGS NEVER LAST

  MY HEART FOR YOURS (WITH JOLENE PERRY)