He snorted. “Oh, you’re definitely that.”
“Rude.” She took a sip of her beer.
“Tonight, though, I’m thinking leaving here in a food coma isn’t a good idea.”
“No?” She leaned forward a little, breath hitching when Adam’s eyes dipped to her cleavage. “And why is that?”
He took a pull of his own beer and the way his throat worked as he swallowed was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. He put down his drink, long, thick fingers loosely gripping it, and his eyes locked on hers. She didn’t miss the bit of mischief there, and, man, did it look good on him. “I want you fully alert when I finally get in between those sexy as fuck thighs.”
Her lips parted as air rushed from her lungs. It was hard, but she was pretty sure her reply was somewhat coherent. “Well, what do you know? I think this is a first.”
“For what?”
“The first time we actually agree on something.”
He muttered a curse under his breath as the waitress arrived back to take their orders. Lucy took another drink of her beer in the hopes of cooling her flaming skin a few degrees. It didn’t work, not with the way Adam watched her.
She had to hide her smile when she ordered a salad instead of steak. The man actually choked on his beer.
When they were alone again she grinned at him. “See? I can do what I’m told…occasionally.”
The grin on his face slipped, going all kinds of intense. “Is that right?”
“Yes.” She wasn’t sure why she was whispering, but the heat between them had driven even higher until it crackled.
“Give me your underwear.”
Every erogenous zone in her body lit the hell up. “You…ah…”
“Now, baby girl. Give ’em to me.”
Fuck. The authority in his voice sent her need through the damn roof. Without breaking eye contact, she reached under her skirt, lifted her butt a little, and tugged them down her legs. Bunching them tight in her fist, she held them out for him over the table.
He took them, nostrils flaring, squeezing them tight in his wide fist. “I can feel how damp they are.”
“I know,” she said.
“You like that?”
“Yes.” She didn’t know what was happening, but she was close to diving over the table and straddling him.
He slid her panties into his pocket. “How does it make you feel, having your pussy bare in that tiny little skirt?” He leaned in. “Sitting across from me like that, wanting what only I can give you so bad you ache, and knowing before the night’s over I’m going to slide so deep inside you, you won’t know what fucking way is up?”
Lucy squirmed. “I’m not hungry anymore.”
He growled. “I’m fucking ravenous.”
“Adam,” she whispered.
“Your salad,” their waitress said, placing it down in front of her.
Lucy jolted, and glanced up at the other woman. “Oh…thank you.”
Adam cut into his steak across from her. They sat in silence and worked their way through their meals. She kept sneaking glances at him as she ate. Adam didn’t sneak any damn thing. He watched her, barely taking his eyes off her the whole time. He didn’t finish his meal, pushing the plate away when he’d gotten through half of it. Lucy had been picking at hers for the last five minutes.
“Ready?” he said, so low and full of meaning she felt it between her thighs.
“Yes.”
She stood and he motioned for her to walk ahead. She felt his eyes on her the whole way, and was sure, with how short her skirt was, everyone could see how slick her thighs were. They’d know she was walking around bare-assed and so fucking turned on she was ready to climb Adam like a tree and beg him to put her out of her misery.
They didn’t talk as Adam drove to the nearest hotel or as they made their way along the walk to their room. She unlocked the door, God only knew how with the way her hands were shaking, and Adam followed her in with their bags.
The air was heavy, so damn thick she could barely breathe. Nerves started battering her rib cage. “I’ll just…I’m going to grab a shower.”
He dipped his chin. “Don’t be long, Lucy.”
There it was again, that authority in his voice that turned her inside out. “Okay.”
She grabbed her bag and hustled to the bathroom. She worked quickly, shaking a little as she rinsed off the long day then stepped out and dried off. She wrapped a towel around her. It wasn’t like she needed clothes, right? When she opened the door, Adam was standing across the room, back to her, phone to his ear.
He was talking about some car that was booked into the garage tomorrow, and she instantly knew he was talking to one of her brothers. She hadn’t answered their calls, only texted them back. If they’d tried again, she didn’t know. She’d turned her phone off and it was staying that way. She wasn’t trying to punish them; she just had nothing to say. Hugh especially was like a dog with a bone. As far as he was concerned, the only place for her was school. Thinking about school made her think about other things—things she did not want to think about, things that made her feel like the crappiest human being in existence.