Slide(Boosted Hearts Book 3)(34)

Adam cursed. “Lucy…”

“What?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss his jaw. She felt him shudder as his arms slid around her waist.

“Don’t goddamn tempt me, not now.”

She kissed him again, this time at the corner of his mouth. “Why not? Tempting you is exactly what I want to do.” Between her thighs still ached from his fingers and mouth, from the orgasms he’d given her last night, but she wanted him again—needed more, needed him inside her.

“Because I can still taste you on my tongue, baby girl…and I…I’m afraid of how much I want inside you. I’m afraid of hurting you.”

It was her turn to shudder. Dragging up the sheet, she straddled his hips. “I don’t break that easily.” She cupped his jaw. “That’s why you slept in the car? Why you made me come over and over again and took nothing for yourself?”

He dipped his chin, but those fire and ice eyes looked away for a second, and she knew he was hiding something from her, that there was more to it. He wasn’t going to open up to her now. Not when, in all the years she’d known him, all the attempts she’d made to get him to do just that, she’d failed. So, she resisted the urge to ask questions, to try and get more from him. Nothing had changed in that department. The only thing different now was that for the next few days she had the right to touch him, to climb into his lap, and kiss his beautiful mouth.

Wriggling on his lap, she shimmied closer, then leaned in and kissed his jaw. She trailed down the side of his throat, sucking, kissing, licking the tattoo there like she’d wanted to for the longest time. “God, your tattoo is sexy.”

He groaned, rough and low, and she shuddered when his fingers dug into her hips, tugging her closer.

“How long before we hit the road?”

Adam opened his mouth to answer when the sound of an engine firing to life cut him off. She was no expert on cars, but after a day in the Superbird, even she knew the sound of its big growly engine revving. Adam froze for a split second, patted his jeans pockets frantically, then picked her up, dumped her on the bed, and flew for the door. By the time she’d scrambled up and joined him outside, the car was gone.

“Motherfucker!” Adam shoved his hands in his hair.

Lucy stood there, mouth hanging open. “Someone stole it?”

“Yeah, someone fucking stole it.”

Crap.





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Lucy reached over Adam, cracked the window of the old Ford pickup wider, and sucked in some much-needed fresh air. Howard, the sweet old guy who’d picked them up, was lovely, but unfortunately he’d either forgotten or had given up on using soap and water on a regular basis. They’d been chatting, well, Howard had been doing most of the talking, telling them all about the vegetables he grew and the great farmers’ markets in Dane where he sold them, their current destination.

Adam hadn’t said more than a few words since they’d been picked up. Silverwood didn’t have a car rental service, but Howard assured them they’d find one in Dane.

The truck made for a bumpy ride and every bounce made her very aware of the ache between her legs. Since all three of them were crammed into the front of a pickup all she could really focus on was the way Adam’s muscular thigh was pressed against hers. He’d draped his arm along the back of the seat so they could all fit somewhat comfortably, and she was tucked under his arm. She could feel every breath he took, the beat of his heart, the intense heat of his skin—God, his scent.

It was making her all kinds of crazy.

She turned to him and stared at his profile. It was hard, had been that way since his cousin’s car had been stolen.

“Adam?”

He shook his head, obviously still too pissed off to talk. Her belly dipped. He was beating himself up for a simple mistake. Okay, not many ex-professional car thieves would leave the keys in their cars, but she guessed he’d been a little distracted when he got back from buying their breakfast. He’d been overthinking what they’d done.

Something brushed her opposite shoulder lightly then she felt him lift a piece of her hair and play with it between his fingers. His facial expression didn’t change at all. She didn’t even know if he was aware he was doing it, or if this was his way of reassuring her.

Either way, she loved it.

“…she’s a real goer, loves a bit of the old slap and tickle,” Howard said.

Ah, what now? Lucy twisted to look at the sweet old man beside her, who was looking at her expectantly. What the hell had she just missed?

“Your, ah…your girlfriend?” she forced herself to ask, since he seemed to require a response. And it was the only one she could think of because he’d already told her he wasn’t married.