Stop it.
She wasn’t made for him. But it turned out he was even more like his old man than he ever thought, because not only was he a selfish bastard and the kind of man who fucked around with his best friends’ baby sister, he was a glutton for punishment, because no damn way could he let her go. No way was he getting out of this bed and sleeping somewhere else. He couldn’t do it. Didn’t want to.
So he’d take what she was giving him—all of it—because it felt good. And wasn’t that what he’d been doing since his life fell to pieces? Did what felt good, took what he needed, when he needed it. This was no different, right? Yeah, that made him a bastard, but Lucy already knew that, and still she wanted this from him.
So, yeah, he’d take this, this slice of heaven—of something good and perfect—because why the hell not?
It felt good. She felt good.
And for two more days, Lucy Colton was his.
Chapter Thirteen
“Why did you take our daddy away?”
Lucy backed up, the faceless child moving closer. “I’m sorry…I’m…”
“Mommy cries all the time.”
“I didn’t know. I—”
“Whore.” The child lifted a shaky hand, finger pointed at her, tears pooling and forming a puddle at her feet. “Slut.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
A tall male figure stepped out of the shadows. “Come back, Lucy. Please, come back.”
“No. Leave me alone.” Her back collided with something solid behind her. Something strong and warm…
Lucy startled awake, blinking rapidly into the hotel room.
It was light outside, but she could tell still early by the muted sunshine coming through the curtains.
That’s when she became aware of the warm body at her back, the hard, very still body.
Adam was breathing kind of fast, and despite still feeling unsettled by her dream and only half awake, she knew something was wrong.
“Adam?”
He didn’t answer, so she twisted around to face him, and as soon as her eyes met his, she knew he was upset about something. Did he regret last night? “Is there…what’s wrong?”
He leaned away and pushed her onto her back, scowling down at her. “Who’s Daniel?”
“What?” Her belly took a nosedive.
“You heard me. Answer the question.”
She blinked up at him. How did he…
“You called his name in your sleep.” His jaw flexed, blue eyes turning glacial. “Your professor, right? The asshole you were fucking?” His hand moved to the side of her face, thumb sliding over her bottom lip. The softness of his touch was a complete contrast to his hard voice. “You still want him.”
“No—”
“You were dreaming about him. How often, Lucy? Huh?”
Adam looked furious. What was going on? She was trying to wrap her head around his extreme reaction to her saying Daniel’s name, while trying to defuzz her sleepy brain. “I don’t know.”
“Once a week…more?”
“Adam—”
“Was he touching you in your dream? Was he inside you?”
The last words were growled, and suddenly she was wide awake. “Let me up.”
“Tell me,” he said.
“Adam—”
“Fucking now, Lucy.”
“It wasn’t a dream, okay? It was a nightmare,” she blurted.
His thumb, still gently gliding across her bottom lip, stilled. The ice in his gaze slowly melted. “What do you mean nightmare?”
God, she wasn’t going to talk about this, not with Adam, not with anyone. “A bad dream, you know? Not pleasant.”
His scowl got deeper. “Not in the mood for your smart mouth right now. Tell me why you’re having nightmares about this guy? Is it because he was married, that he had kids?”
She turned away.
He took her chin between his thumb and finger and turned her back toward him. “Talk to me.”
She let out a steadying breath. “There’s nothing to talk about, okay? It was a messy situation. It ended. There’s nothing more to say.”
“There is if you’re calling that asshole’s name out in your sleep. Something’s worrying you.” He shook his head. “You’ve been acting differently since you got back. Tell me what the hell’s going on.”
“Why?” She twisted her head, pulling away from his hold. “We’re fucking, Adam, that’s it. That’s all you want. That’s all I want. Just because you say we’re friends, doesn’t make it true. In fact, we both know it’s a load of horseshit. Before this”—she motioned between them—“we argued, that’s it. There were no heart-to-heart chats. Not any that you partook in anyway. I have no desire to change the status of our relationship. When we get back to LA, we’ll go back to hating each other and that’s fine with me. That’s the way I want it.”