He’d never wanted anything more in his life than to feel her mouth under his.
Both her soft hands were on his face, moving down to his neck. Adam gripped his cock harder, stroked faster. He could actually feel her fingers sliding up the back of his neck, into his hair, fisting it lightly. He groaned, balls drawing up.
“Fuck, sweetheart, let me taste you.”
God, this was wrong, thinking about her like this, but he couldn’t stop.
He pictured Lucy pulling him down, those soft cherry lips mere inches from his.
He thrust into his fist, slumping against the wall at his back as his orgasm slammed through him. He groaned through it, working his dick until he had nothing left. And just to prove how fucked in the head he was, the orgasm he had with his dream Lucy, as always, surpassed any he’d had with a real flesh and blood woman straining under him. He never got any further than Lucy asking him to kiss her. That’s all it took.
He never did touch his lips to hers, though, because even in his dreams he knew he wasn’t good enough for her.
Chapter Three
A car pulled up outside the garage and Adam cursed under his breath. He got that his two best friends were loved up to the goddamn eyeballs, but the long lunch breaks had to stop. He shut the hood on the Cadillac he’d finished working on, wiped his hands, and walked out to the front of the garage to greet their customer since he as the only damn one there.
That’s when he saw Lucy, who’d climbed out of a red Chevy truck and was standing beside it. The driver shoved his door open as well and walked around to her, a fucking huge cheesy, I-just-won-the-motherfucking-lottery grin on his face.
Brian fucking Larsen, owner of Larsen Auto Repairs, walked right up to her, put his filthy hand on her shoulder, and planted one on her cheek.
Adam was moving before he knew what he was doing. “What the hell are you doing here, Larsen?” With Lucy.
Brian turned his fat head Adam’s way and smirked. “I offered to give Lucy here a ride…and”—he winked at her—“was congratulating her on her new job.”
You have got to be shitting me.
Lucy blinked up at him. “I got the job?”
“Sure thing, babe. You were the best candidate for the position.”
Of course she was.
“But I just dropped off my resume. You haven’t even read it yet,” she said.
The asshole tweaked her nose like she was some naive idiot. “Don’t need to, honey.” His eyes dropped to her chest and he grinned wider. “Is your brother here?”
Oh, hell no. That possessive, protective…and yeah, jealous part of him flared to life and Adam was by her side in a heartbeat. He flung an arm around her shoulders, tugging her in close to his side. “Well, what do you know?” Adam said to the other man. “Looks like my girl got the job. Good for you, babe.”
Brian’s grin slipped and he looked between the two of them. Adam felt Lucy stiffen, then twist in his hold. He didn’t dare look down, but he knew for sure the feisty little hellcat was glaring up at him.
You’re doing this for her own good. This asshole only wanted her working for him to piss Hugh and Joe off, and the way he was looking at Lucy? Yeah, he wanted her to do more than his motherfucking accounts.
“So, you two, you’re an item?” Brian asked.
“Yes,” Adam said before Lucy could open her sweet, currently pinched mouth.
Christ. What the hell am I doing?
Lucy went from stiff at his side to frozen solid. Shit.
“I’m surprised you don’t have her working here, Grady, where you can keep an eye on her.”
“I don’t need to keep an eye on her.”
Brian smirked again and Adam wanted to smash in his face.
“You’re a trusting guy.”
Lucy burst out of his hold like a mini tornado. “What the hell?” She pointed at the dick in front of her. “What exactly are you insinuating here, Brian?”
Adam had to force himself not to laugh at the way she snarled the guy’s name.
“I didn’t—”
“That I wouldn’t be able to resist you if we worked together?”
“Well, now—”
“I don’t accept,” she said over top of him. “Thanks for the job offer, but I’m declining.”
Then the she-devil leaned back into Adam and slid a hand from his chest right down over his abs. It shouldn’t be possible, but in that moment he actually thought he could blow in his jeans purely from having her hand on him. Not since that day in the garage, when she’d curled her fingers around his arm, had she touched him on purpose. He realized then he’d been craving it for four years.
One damn touch…