And the other reason she had turned off her phone.
No. She was never going back there. She couldn’t.
When she looked up, Adam was watching her. He’d ended the call and she hadn’t even noticed.
His hand holding the phone dropped to his side. “Hugh.”
“I figured.”
His gaze traveled over her, and his chest expanded with his indrawn breath. Something shifted in his gaze and he looked away. “Luce—”
“Don’t.”
“This is…” He shook his head. “Fuck, this is so wrong. Your brothers—”
“What we do has nothing to do with them. Not one damn thing.”
“They’d never forgive me for this…for touching you.”
Screw this. She wasn’t letting him beat himself up or get caught up in misplaced guilt. “I make my own decisions. I don’t answer to Hugh or Joe, I haven’t for a long time.” She moved toward him. “Do you ask them for permission before you sleep with a woman?” The idea of him sleeping with anyone else made her feel physically ill.
She pushed that aside and took another step closer.
He shoved a hand through his hair with impatience. “It’s not the same and you know it.”
His breathing grew more unsteady as she closed the gap separating them. “I’m not that girl anymore,” she said into the quiet room.
“What?” He watched her, brows lowered in confusion.
“The one who made a clumsy attempt at seducing you in our garage.”
He tensed.
“I’m a grown woman. I know what I want. I’m not looking for happily ever afters.” And she wasn’t. She’d given up on that. The last few months had only solidified those feelings.
“You’re my best friends’ baby sister. I shouldn’t even think about touching you, let alone the shit I’ve already done.” His fingers curled at his sides. “Fuck, the dirty fucking fantasies I’ve had about you over the years…it’s wrong, Lucy,” he said again. “I don’t want to hurt you…”
His voice trailed off when she tugged the towel wrapped around her free, letting it drop to her feet. “You won’t.”
A pained sound rumbled from his chest.
Taking his hand, she lifted it, uncurling his fingers so she could press his rough palm against her naked breast. “Does that feel wrong to you? ’Cause it feels pretty damn right to me.”
He cursed again, coarse and rough and so damn deep. “Only you can stop this,” he rasped. “Fuck, stop this now, Lucy. Last damn warning.”
“I don’t want to stop.” She pressed closer to him. “Don’t hold back to protect me. I don’t need protecting, not from you.”
He flinched.
She didn’t know what caused that reaction, but then she’d given up trying to read Adam a long time ago. The only thing she knew for a fact in that moment was that Adam wanted her as much as she wanted him. “No one will ever find out. I’ll never bring it up again. We get back to LA, we forget this ever happened.”
One of his hands sank into her hair, fisting, tilting her head back. “That easy, huh?”
Oh God. “That easy,” she lied. She leaned into his touch, seeking more, needing—more. “I don’t want anything from you that doesn’t involve an orgasm.”
His nostrils flared, and then his other arm snaked around her waist and he yanked her up against him. “You’re about to get what you asked for, baby girl.”
He slammed his mouth down on hers and kissed the hell out of her.
Chapter Twelve
We get back to LA, we forget this ever happened.
Adam walked Lucy backward toward the bed. Like fuck she’d forget it ever happened. She could pretend he’d never been inside her, go back to the way they’d been before, biting each other’s heads off, but he’d make sure she never forgot one damn moment of their time together.
Her hands moved up to his chest, fingers flexing and digging in. She stumbled, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Her feet were barely touching the ground.
If all she wanted from him were orgasms, he’d give them to her. He was going to ruin her, fucking make himself the bar she measured every other man to. Make sure she damn well found them lacking. It was wrong to want that. Totally fucked up, selfish, but if he couldn’t physically have her after this trip, he’d make sure he was buried so deep she never forgot him.
The backs of her knees hit the mattress.
He tore his lips from hers, which right then was not what he wanted to do, but getting naked with her won out his internal battle. “Get on the bed.”
Her mouth was dark from his kiss, glistening. Her sweet, handful-sized tits jiggled as she dropped her ass to the bed and shimmied back, doing what he asked.