Slide(Boosted Hearts Book 3)(31)

The urge to yank her close, to take, was a heavy beat at the base of his skull, but the need to go slow, take his time, and explore every inch of her perfect body was stronger. He’d waited so long for her, had never thought he’d get this chance, that he could wait a little longer.

Moving his fingers higher, he trailed them toward her throat, teasing the fluttering pulse there. “You still with me, Luce?”

Her lips parted in a sort of moan. “Yes.”

“You sure this is what you want?” He trailed his finger higher, along her jaw then across, fighting a groan when he brushed the plump edge of her lower lip. How could lips affect him like this? Just the idea of sucking and licking them had his balls heavy and aching.

Then she reached up and wrapped her fingers around his wrist, holding his hand where it was.

“Yes,” she said again as she used her other hand to uncurl one of his fingers. Adam watched in heavy silence as she licked her lips then dragged the tip across the warm softness before her sweet little tongue darted out and touched.

He fucking groaned. There was no holding it in now. Her tongue had just touched the tip of his finger and his cock was leaking pre-come like a horny teenager.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

At those softly spoken words, he was trembling. His dream was becoming reality. He was no pushover; when he needed it he had self-control in spades. But that’s all it took to shove him off the cliff. Two words.

Thrusting his fingers in her hair, he drew her closer, and slid his other hand up to cup her face. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined this, how many times I’ve wanted to kiss the smart right out of your mouth?”

“Show me.”

But he didn’t need any goading. His mouth was already halfway to hers. Fuck. This was happening—he was going to kiss Lucy. His nose slid across her cheek and the scent of her skin filled his head, confusing, overwhelming his senses. Her hand came up to the side of his neck and she licked her lips.

Yeah, he was fucking toast.

Then his mouth finally touched hers and a shudder—the kind that had the earth quaking beneath his feet—shot through his body. He brushed his lips over hers soft and easy, forcing himself to take it slow, to savor every damn second, and when she moaned softly, he knew he’d never forget the sound. He needed to know every inch of that sexy, tempting mouth. He grazed her jaw with his thumb, asking her without words to open for him. She did and he finally dipped his tongue inside. Jesus fucking Christ. The woman tasted like heaven, and when she slid her candy-apple tongue against his, he thought he might die…either that or come in his boxers.

Her fingers delved into his hair and fisted, and she whimpered into his mouth. That’s when he lost the battle completely. When he gave up the fight, any semblance of control, and surrendered.

Curling an arm around her small waist, he tugged her closer and lifted her off her feet, striding forward until his legs hit the bed. He sucked and teased her lips, so fucking deep in a Lucy high he didn’t know which way was up.

He dropped her on the mattress and came down on top of her, one of his legs jammed between hers. She clawed at his back, tugging at his shirt, lifting her hips to rub against his thigh.

He helped her drag his shirt off then came back down on top of her, adding more of his weight to hold her still. She blinked up at him, eyes heavy with lust. God, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “Love the way you’re grinding that pussy on me, Lucy, but I’m gonna have to stop you.” Words he never thought he’d say in his life.

“W-what? Why?” She bit her lip. “If you’re going to get up and walk out on me—”

He shook his head. It was too late for that. He wasn’t going anywhere, but after the way he’d acted with her over the years, he didn’t blame her for thinking it. “Not going anywhere, baby girl. But the first time you come for me, it’s not going to be from getting yourself off against my leg.”

Her hand was on his lower back and it slid to his ass and squeezed. “No?”

He shook his head. “No.” Jesus, his voice had dropped about ten octaves.

“Tell me,” she said, voice husky.

The woman was killing him. “The first time you come for me, it’s gonna be under my mouth, my tongue…around my fingers.”

Her delicate throat worked as she swallowed. “Please.”

Shit, if he didn’t get off her, right goddamn now, he’d make a liar of himself and fuck her into the mattress. It took Herculean effort, but he managed to shift back, to stop rubbing up on her long enough to put some distance between them.