Slide(Boosted Hearts Book 3)(39)

“Yes.”

“Shit, Luce, I can smell you. Rub your clit for me.”

“Ahhh.”

He could hear her breathing change, the sound of her wet pussy as she played with herself. How the fuck was he managing to stay on the damn road? “Don’t come. You feel it building, you pull it back, you hear me? When you come, you’re gonna do it riding my fingers not yours.”

A shuddery breath burst past her lips. “But I need—”

“Don’t.”

Her fingers started moving faster. “I need more.”

Her hand dipped lower. “Do not push inside, Lucy.”

“I have to…I…” Her voice hitched.

“Fuck.” Finally, a spot wide enough to pull over came into view. He wrenched the car to the side and shut it off.

Lucy bit her lip. “Adam…”

He pulled her hand free, shoved his down the front, and pushed two fingers into her tight-as-fuck pussy. He was leaning over her and tugged her down so she could drop back against the seat, body bowing under him.

Holy shit. He kept them deep, fucking her with his fingers while he sucked her throat, tasted her smooth skin. “So wet, Luce.” He brushed his thumb over her slippery swollen clit. “You gonna go off for me? You gonna let me feel it?”

“Oh God…I’m…ahhh…” Lucy jerked beneath him, and then she was coming, inner muscles clamping down on his fingers as she shook and cried out beneath him.

He’d never get used to seeing her like this. Never forget it either. He knew that much.

His cock was a relentless throb behind his zipper. It would be so easy to set it free, tear off her underwear, and thrust nice and deep into her wet heat. But that wasn’t happening, not here, not now.

He’d let her believe that morning that he’d slept in the car because he didn’t want her to get attached. He’d lied. It wasn’t Lucy he was really worried about. It wasn’t her he was afraid wouldn’t be able to let go after this road trip was over. How could he go back to sleeping with random strangers after having her beside him? Wrapped around him?

He knew the answer to that. He couldn’t.

He also knew he had a lot of sleepless nights in his future. But a lifetime of insomnia was worth it for this, for what she’d just given him. He only hoped like hell the memories of her would be enough to keep him warm at night, maybe even drown out the ones that didn’t want to let him go…or he was well and truly screwed.





Chapter Eleven





Lucy tried to catch her breath, which wasn’t easy with Adam’s weight pressing down on her, the delicious heat of his body surrounding her, covering her. God, right then she’d rather pass out from lack of oxygen than push him off. He was breathing heavily, too, his erection pressing into her through the soft denim of his jeans, muscles held tight, trembling slightly.

His fingers were still down the front of her underwear, buried deep inside her, and she couldn’t help but tilt her hips, moaning softly when those thick, rough fingers kicked off another round of aftershocks.

A raspy hiss left Adam, his warm breath tickling her neck. She badly wanted to free that impressive bulge in his pants and feel him push inside her. Her hips rolled again like they had a mind of their own. But the way he held himself, so damn rigid, she didn’t think she’d get her wish. She was almost afraid to touch him. Her hands had somehow ended up above her head, hanging on to the door handle, but not touching him was an impossibility. Slowly lowering her arms as if she were about to pet a wild animal, she slid her hands down his back. He was like stone under her fingers, like he was about to burst out of his skin at any moment.

She turned her head and brushed her lips against his throat. “Adam.”

A shudder moved through his solid frame, strong enough to rock the car.

He was hard for her, he’d just made her come in a way she knew she’d never forget, but he was still pissed with her. And she could admit he had a right to be.

“I’m sorry I was so reckless. I shouldn’t have gotten in the car with him like I did.” Her mouth stayed against his warm skin as she spoke, the intimacy of the moment making her belly flutter and her pulse race.

Finally, he lifted his head and stared down at her. His gaze searched hers, dropping to her lips and back. “Promise me you won’t do anything like that ever again, not ever, Lucy.” His eyes darkened for a second. “I won’t…I won’t be there to come after you. So there can’t be a next time. You have to be more fucking careful…think before you jump.” He licked his lips and swirled those wicked fingers inside her. “Promise me, Luce.”