A cry of protest flew from her lips.
It died as soon as Adam tugged her down the bed, lifted her into his arms, spun around, and took the two steps to the table. “Time for dessert.”
Chapter Nine
Lucy clung to Adam’s shoulders as her ass landed on the cool Formica-topped table.
A small surprised squeak flew past her lips and she barely had time to orient herself before he dropped to his knees in front of her and shoved her dress up to her waist. His rough-skinned hands slid from her knees to mid-thigh and he shoved her legs wide, eyes zeroing in on the electric blue lace covering her.
He hissed out a curse.
One of those hands moved up until his thumb was brushing the damp fabric. “So pretty.” Then he dipped his head and kissed the inside of her knee, tugging her ass to the edge of the table as he moved higher, planting hot open-mouthed kisses on her feverish skin.
Oh God.
She was going to self-combust…just explode. So damn turned on she was sure if she squeezed her thighs together she’d fly into an orgasm without Adam even touching her.
Adam.
She could feel his hot breath on her skin.
Holy shit. This was happening.
“Oh…” Her head dropped back when he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and pressed his mouth against her center. She had no control over the way she jammed her fingers in his hair and fisted, grinding against him.
Adam made a muffled growling sound and yanked her panties to the side, and then his mouth was on her without any barrier between them. “Oh shit.”
He growled again, one big hand going to her ass, squeezing. “Fuck, Luce…Jesus fucking Christ.” His lips brushed her swollen, slick flesh as he spoke. “You taste so good, sweetheart, so good.”
The fingers cupping her ass dug deeper, holding her more firmly against him. His words, the way he’d said them, skated over her skin, setting off tingles, taking her higher. He was as lost to what he was doing to her as she was. He worked her with his tongue, alternating between long, slow licks and rapid flicks that had her panting and begging.
A finger teased her opening. “So wet, Luce.” He pushed in the tip. “Fuck, so hot.” He slid in the rest of the way and started dragging it in and out, deep and slow.
Lucy fell back to her hands, hips lifting. “More. Oh God, I need more.”
“Is this what you need?” he grated out then pushed in a second finger.
“Yes!”
He picked up the pace, fucking her with his fingers, and her thighs started to tremble.
“Give it to me. Let me feel it.” Leaning in, he used his mouth to open her wider then gently sucked her quivering clit, those fire and ice eyes aimed up at her the whole time.
“Ah…”
“Fuck, that’s it. That’s it, Luce. I wanna hear you say my name when you come around my fingers.”
She screamed, his name flying past her lips, not because he told her to, but because she couldn’t help it. She’d been crying this man’s name when she got herself off for years. Now she had the real deal between her thighs, lapping at her, his voice ringing in her ears, and she could do nothing else.
When light finally stopped dancing in front of her eyes, she looked down at Adam. He was still in the same position, staring up at her.
“You okay, Lucy?”
There was uncertainty in his gaze, pushing its way through the heat. Did he expect her to flip out or push him away? Have second thoughts? Like hell. “Do you really need me to answer that?”
A sexy as sin grin spread across his gorgeous face. “No. Don’t suppose you do.” He stood. “Haven’t finished with you yet either.”
“Awesome.”
He chuckled dark and low as he lifted her off the table and flipped her onto her belly on the bed. The mattress dipped and he straddled her thighs, his fingers working the zip down the back of her dress. Holy shit. She could feel his erection nestled against her ass, and she squirmed. She wanted him inside her, wanted him as naked as she was about to be.
He slid her dress off her shoulders and tugged it down under her, stopping at her chest, trapping her arms at her sides. One rough palm slid from the nape of her neck down her back.
“Never seen skin like yours. So golden and smooth, shit, flawless.” He did another drawn-out caress from her neck to the base of her spine. “So fucking beautiful, sweetheart. Perfect.”
A lump formed in her throat as another shot of heat and a good amount of dizzying flutters slid to her lower belly. She’d never heard Adam talk like that, in that tone. The way he said it, it was like she was the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen. Like he was lost in the moment, and for once, wasn’t overthinking what was happening between them. Their conversations, for the longest time, had consisted of jibes and insults. On her part, it had been a way of masking the way she felt about him. Immature, yes, but she’d been doing it so long she hadn’t known how to stop. She got the feeling Adam had been playing the same game.