Slide(Boosted Hearts Book 3)(44)

Holding himself up with one hand, he guided himself in with the other. Then he came down on top of her so her chest and belly were pressed to his, and started to push inside.

Her thighs tightened, heels digging into his ass. Jesus. So fucking tight. He kissed her soft mouth while his gaze moved over her beautiful face, taking in every damn thing. The way her eyes grew heavier, lips parting on a groan as she stretched to accommodate him—the way her breath hitched when he pushed deeper. And when he tilted his hips and was finally all the way in—the way she sounded when she cried out. He covered her mouth with his, swallowing the sound, tasting it, savoring it, and started moving.

Her body gripped onto him, making him shake with every deep stroke. Her hands slid down to his lower back, fingers digging in, and when she started to move with him he nearly lost his goddamn mind. She rolled her lithe body against his, seeking more, taking what she needed.

“You keep moving like that, this won’t last long,” he gritted out.

She stared up at him, face flushed, skin glistening. “I’m right there with you.” She squeezed around him and dug her nails into his ass.

“Lucy…”

“Harder,” she cried. “Oh God, fuck me harder.”

Adam didn’t think he was holding anything back, but as soon as those words left her swollen lips, the leash snapped, and he knew it wasn’t going back on. Shoving a knee higher, spreading her wider so he could go even deeper, he started fucking her, hard brutal thrusts he had no control over, not anymore.

He’d never be the same again. He knew that down to his bones.

He hissed. “I want it, Luce. Give it to me fucking now.” He sat back on his knees, hands going to her waist, yanking her down on his cock. She arched her back, tits bouncing, stomach tight and defined as she strained against him. Magnificent.

“Oh God.” Her hands flew over her head and she gripped the headboard.

He drilled her hard and fast, one hand going between her thighs to rub her stiff little clit.

She screamed, legs clamping tight against his hips. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, watched the whole damn thing, locking that away as well. Lucy let go completely, unashamed of the pleasure she was taking. Asking for more with the way she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her hips, holding him there. Then it became too damn much and he grunted, falling forward, covering her again, and planted deep, coming so hard there was a meteor going off behind his goddamn eyelids.

He couldn’t move. None of his muscles wanted to work. Lucy’s hands started to slide over his back, her hot little mouth pressing addicting kisses to the slide of his throat and jaw. He never wanted to move again—and he wanted to dive off this bed and run as fast and as far as he could.

Fuck.

“Holy hell,” she said against his skin.

Understatement of the motherfucking century.

He started to move off her and she shuddered when he slid free, a needy moan brushing past her lips. He wanted to push inside her again instantly.

She clung tighter. “Where are you going?”

“Gotta get rid of this rubber.” He didn’t recognize his own voice, so damn low and gritty.

Lucy still didn’t let him go and he looked down at her.

“You’re coming back, though, right?”

Her big soft eyes damn near killed him. He had to clear his throat to speak. “Yeah, of course.” Guilt assaulted him as he climbed off and walked to the bathroom. He’d planned to leave, sleep in the car again as soon as she was asleep. Lying beside her after what they’d just done, shit, would be too damn much. But how could he say no to her, to those wide, hopeful eyes.

Memories assaulted him—shit, slammed into him—and for once he couldn’t fight them back.

“Mom?” Adam walked through the living room, dumping his bag on the floor. “Mom?” he called louder. She had to be here somewhere. The front door hadn’t been locked. She never forgot to lock up if she went out.

He grabbed an apple from the counter and headed upstairs. He was looking forward to one of her bone-crushing hugs. College was great, but he worried about her here all alone. Reaching the landing, he called out again. Nothing.

“Mom, you in here?” He tapped on her bedroom door and the hinges squeaked as it swung open. Shit, he’d promised to fix that before he left.

The apple fell from his hand, hitting the floor, and rolled under her bed.

“No…please, God, no.”

Adam scrubbed his hands over his face. He hadn’t allowed himself to think about that day in a long time, and did anything he could to avoid it. Like sleep with random women, steal cars, and when he couldn’t do either of those things, drink himself to oblivion.