Slide(Boosted Hearts Book 3)(16)

She laughed, loud and right in his face. “What do you think happens in college, Adam? That we all sit around singing ‘Kumbaya’ and compare celibacy rings?” She shoved at his chest. “I’m not a goddamn virgin and this isn’t the first time I’ve been drinking and hooked up.”

“Lucy—”

“Actual, real live boys have seen me naked. They’ve touched my lady parts and”—she faked shock, hand flying to her chest—“I actually like it.”

He wanted to shake her, make her stop goddamn talking. Those images in his head were not a good idea, not when he was already feeling so close to tipping off the cliff of good sense and into oblivion.

He gritted his teeth so he didn’t do or say something that he shouldn’t. “Get in the car.”

“Something wrong?” She gave his shoulder a shove. “You look a little green around the gills there, buddy. Don’t you like it when I talk about the guys I’ve fucked?”

“Lucy,” he growled.

“It’s perfectly natural. You of all people should know that. Fucking feels good. Amazing. I never thought you, a certified, unapologetic manwhore, would be the one to pussy block me—”

He was in her space, crowding her, before he knew his feet were moving. He dipped lower so they were eye level. “Keep talking. I fucking dare you.”

She stared up at him, pale green eyes full of challenge and a whole lot of anger. Leaning in, her mouth went to his ear, warm breath tickling his skin, and fuck him, he couldn’t move. “When he touched me, his chest rubbing against my hard nipples…God, it turned me on.”

Without his say-so, his hips slammed forward, pinning her to his truck. A show of ownership he had no right to and could never follow through on. “Stop.” His voice sounded rough, as close to the precipice as he felt.

Her breathing turned heavy, gaze traveling over his face, down to his lips. She licked her own and he almost groaned aloud. “I don’t need you to protect me, Adam. And I don’t need another brother. I’m a big girl. Been looking after myself a long time.”

Breath hissed through his teeth when she moved against him, dragging her tits against his chest just like she said she had with the guy in the restaurant. His guard began to fracture. “That’s not what this is about.”

Shut the fuck up. Now.

She blinked, eyes sliding back to his mouth only an inch from hers. “No?”

He shook his head.

She was so close that when she spoke her lips brushed the corner of his mouth. His whole body fucking quaked, the heat and softness of her lush lips on him slamming through him like a head-on with a Mack truck. The lust pounding him was all-consuming, overwhelming.

Wrong.

This was wrong.

Step the fuck back.

“Adam,” she whispered.

In that moment, he thought he might actually die. His body would rend in two. The opposing sides of him waging war, what he wanted and what he knew was right, were at a stalemate. He couldn’t step away and he couldn’t turn and kiss her.

Color darkened her cheeks, there was no space between their bodies, she was flush against him, every inch of her.

Christ. A sound tore from his throat, a sound he’d never made in his life. It was raw, angry, hungry—too many things to name.

Lucy heard it, she heard them all. Every damn emotion battering him.

Her gaze sharpened and she licked her lips. Lips that had played a part in every one of his fantasies. Lips that he hadn’t even allowed himself to touch, even in his dreams.

Then she said it.

“You want to kiss me.”

Not a question.

His hands went to the car behind her, caging her in, every muscle bunched tight, gut in knots, blood pounding through his veins so loud he could hear it rushing through his ears. “Yes.” The word snapped from his mouth, aggressive in its delivery. Because, goddamn it, he was angry—that he had put himself in this position, that he’d put Lucy in this position, and that she was looking at him like she wanted it as much as he did. If he didn’t taste her just once, he thought he might lose his mind—but he couldn’t cross that line. Not ever. No matter how much he wanted to.

Her hands went to his sides, and he shuddered when he felt her dig her fingers in, the heat of her palms coming through his shirt.

“Do it,” she rasped, husky, sexy as hell.

His breathing was choppy, the sound cutting the night air. It was just the two of them. The sound of the restaurant, the music, the laughing, vanished completely. His cock was an iron rod in his jeans, and when she tilted her hips more snugly against his, he damn near snarled.

Do it. Take what she’s offering, the devil on his shoulder whispered in his ear.