Slide(Boosted Hearts Book 3)(40)

The fierceness behind his words made her heart pound, while her body heated, getting worked up all over again. She didn’t want to talk about him not being there anymore, about this ending. So she slid a hand down between their bodies and cupped him through his jeans. “I don’t want to talk.”

“Lucy—”

“Kiss me.”

Color slashed his cheekbones and his gaze dropped to her mouth.

“Please,” she whispered.

He cursed before his mouth came down on hers, kissing her hard and deep. And, oh shit, he made the sexiest noises. Like nothing could ever top kissing her, as if he needed it like he needed air. When Adam pressed his mouth to hers, it wasn’t just kissing. It felt more somehow. God, intense. They needed their very own word for this, what they were doing. She felt dizzy from it, from the heat and emotion he poured into it, into every life-breathing touch of his lips to hers. She couldn’t get enough. No one had ever kissed her like this and she got the feeling no one else ever would.

Her fingers moved to his zipper.

A loud noise, like a freaking hurricane moving over them, filled the car, making the whole thing shake. “What the hell was that?”

Adam lifted his head. “Eighteen-wheeler.”

That’s when she realized how exposed they were, and obviously Adam did, too, because he sat up, tugging her skirt down as he went.

He shifted away from her and gripped the steering wheel, releasing a rough breath. “We should get going. I need to get this car to Chicago. We’ve already had too many delays.”

Disappointment was a hollow ache. “Right. You’re right. We should get going.”

He turned to her and shook his head, cursing again. “Don’t know how I’m gonna survive the next six motherfucking hours.”

A zap of excitement lit up every nerve ending at the needy edge to his voice, along with a big heaped helping of hope. “Why is that?”

“I can smell you on my fingers. My dick’s hard enough to pound in nails and you’re sitting beside me in that fucking skirt.” He started the car. “I’ve also got an image in my head of that fucker with his hands all over you.”

Oh God. “What are…what are you saying?”

“We’ve gone this far. Fuck, I’m already going to hell anyway.” His gaze slid to her bare legs, taking in the way she squeezed them together, then higher until it met hers again. He dragged a hand across his mouth and started the car. “Tonight you’re mine. No holding back, no going slow.”

He turned on the radio and pulled out onto the road.





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Lucy tried, but she did not fall asleep. She was awake for the entire agonizingly long six-hour drive. They chatted on and off about nothing of importance. He didn’t touch her again, not once. Not even when they stopped for food or a restroom break or just to stretch their legs. Adam kept at least five feet between them at all times. It was maddening.

The town they’d arrived in was fairly big, bigger than the last one they’d stayed in. She had no idea where she was, though. All she knew was she wanted food and a shower in that order.

Adam obviously read her mind because he pulled up outside a steak house and turned the car off. “Let’s get some dinner then find a place to stay.”

“Sounds good.”

They both climbed out and she had the urge to grab onto his hand and lean into his side. Like they were a real couple. Stop it, Lucy. They walked in and were shown to a table right away. The place wasn’t packed but was not far off, and going by the smells coming from the kitchen, there was a good reason for that.

Her stomach rumbled. “I’m going to eat the biggest damn steak on the menu.”

Adam chuckled. “There’s a surprise.”

“What do you mean by that?”

They took their seats in a cozy booth near the back, and gave their drinks order to the waitress. Adam rested against the leather seats, looking casual and sexy as hell. His beautiful lips quirked up on one side, giving her a small flash of straight white teeth. “You do this every time we all eat out.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Woman, your eyes are bigger than your stomach. But you eat everything anyway until you almost need to be carried out of the restaurant in a food coma, usually just to prove Joe wrong.”

She rolled her eyes. “I do not do that.” She totally did.

“You do.” He sat forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Usually I find your stubbornness entertaining—”

They were interrupted by the waitress delivering their drinks.

As soon as they were alone again, she quirked a brow at him. “And all this time I assumed you thought I was a pain in the ass.” She loved it when he was playful like this.